Page 39 of Wishing for La Luna
“I’ll see you at the concert.Los amo.”
When he steps off, Carrie rushes to him. She goes to say hi to him, and he stops for a second. She points to Adina at the booth, gesturing for him to come with her. He shakes his head, points my way, and walks the other way.
He stops to take photos but moves quickly, reaching me in a couple of minutes. Leisy winks at me and moves over so he can sit next to me. “Sorry about that. It took longer than I expected.”
His scent is stronger now. It’s hot in the lounge, and it feels like it’s activated the notes of his cologne.
“It’s okay. Everyone’s so happy to see you. And you seem to be having a good time.”
“I am with only one drink. Do you want me to make you something?”
I shake my head. “No, thanks. I don’t feel comfortable drinking at clubs anymore.”
He touches my cheek. “I get it. What happened to you was horrible, but you know me and my people will keep you safe, right?”
My fingers caress his hand. “I know. I don’t want to drink tonight. Besides, the music is good, and I’m feeling it.”
He studies me for a few seconds. “I think we should probably talk about the kiss.”
“Kisses,” I correct him.
He chuckles. “Yeah, kisses. The first one was the one we had agreed on. The second was because we wanted to.”
I stare into his eyes. “Really wanted to.”
“Are you okay with that?”
“I…don’t know… I think it’s setting us up for failure.”
He frowns. “How?¿Porque se va a terminar?”
“Yeah, Rio. We have an expiration date.”
He nods, his face growing serious. “Then let’s drink the water until it runs out.”
Now it’s my turn to frown. “I don’t know if I’m capable of that. I don’t think I’m built for casual.”
“It doesn’t have to be that. Think about it.”
I open my mouth, but theboom boom boom, and the beat drop.
“Rio is dedicating this song to the beautiful Luna. I better see you twoperreandotogether.”
I laugh as his voice blares from the speakers, and the whole club sings along with him.
Dime Mami que te doy
¿Te doy el mundo?
No mejor te doy
Pa bajo pa bajo
Rio stands and extends his hand. We step down onto the dance floor, close to the VIP section, pausing by a pillar. He stands behind me as I level down — crouching with my feet planted on the ground with my hands on my knees as I grind circles on him to the tempo. His arms go around my waist, his body bucking against mine, and I let my head drift back against him.
“I’ve never dreamt ofperreandotelike this.” His hips rock against mine, his dick brushing my ass.
I’m hot, fueled by the energy emanating from him; By remembering the way he kissed me at the stadium, and I grind harder.
