“I’m sorry, Connor.” Asher’s lids lower, and he shakes his head.
“It’s okay. As long as we learn from it.”
“Was it good?” Jax asks, his eyes bright with curiosity.
“Don’t answer that,” I bark. “There’s already too much rogue testosterone in this place. We don’t need mental images to drive us even crazier.”
At that moment, the door that opens into Luna’s room clicks, the handle turning. It’s pulled open slowly from the other side, and we all stare in through the doorway as Luna takes a seat on a chair. The black lace lingerie that she’s wearing hugs her perfect curves and makes her smooth skin glow in the low light. But what’s glowing even more are her catlike green eyes. There’s mischief there; mischief and challenge.
In my pants, my cock stirs before I can tell myself that this is wrong. I have to stop her.
Luna squeezes a bottle of something into her hand and begins to rub what I’m assuming to be lotion into the skin of her arm. It’s a slow and seductive stroke across her own skin, which sets more blood rushing into my cock, and when she slides the strap of her bra down over her toned shoulder, exposing just the top of her nipple as she did back in the dressing room, my mouth waters.
Eyes fixed on her; I do nothing to protest.
I need to be strong and push my craving for Luna aside, but how can I when she’s making it so hard? Jax makes a low whistling sound, and the rest of them watch with lowered lids and bottom lips drawn between teeth. Not a man among us, for all our good intentions, has the strength to turn away from temptation. Luna pushes the cup of her bra down, revealing one perfect, round breast, tipped with a tightly drawn rose nipple that’s just begging to be sucked.
If I was closer, my fingers would twist it with just enough pressure to send a jolt of pleasure and pain through her body. I’d watch her flinch and then soothe her skin with the warmth of my mouth. I’d dip lower, pushing aside the sheer fabric of her panties and pushing my tongue into her most private place. She’d have to wait for her pleasure, though. Hearing her beg would be the sweetest part because I’d know then that I was under the thick skin she’s crafted to hide behind. There would be no keeping me at arm’s length. There would be no shielding her vulnerability from my eyes or my body.
She’d put up a good fight, but I could break her.
“Fuck,” Asher mutters, as though the memories of last night are surging through his mind.
And still no one tells her to stop, even when she reaches behind to unclip her bra, even when her hands massage slick cream into both her breasts, and lower over her belly, and even when her finger dips underneath the fabric of her lace panties and her eyelids lower.
Letting her legs drop open, she touches herself without a care for who’s watching. Her pretty pink lips part, her tongue darting out to moisten them, and her hand moves, but we can’t see what she’s doing. We can only guess that her index finger is circling her swollen clit. From the enraptured expression on her face, we can only guess how good it feels. And maybe it feels even better because she knows she has seven sets of hungry eyes watching her.
I need to pull myself together and walk across this room to pull the door closed, but she was right. Luna is a temptation that I can’t resist.
Turning to my team, I search for someone who will put an end to this madness, but they’re all frozen, watching and enjoying too much to even think of doing anything else.
A moan leaves Luna’s lips, and then her eyes spring open, scanning over all of us. I’m surprised when she stands, freeing her hand from between her legs and walking slowly forward. I expect her to head to Asher first because he’s the one who she’s already known intimately, but she doesn’t. Instead, with her shoulders back and her hips switching, her eyes catch mine.
My instinct is torn between taking a step back and a step forward. My whole system is confused, so instead I remain where I am, even when she’s close enough for me to smell the sweet scent of her lotion and feel the heat radiating from her skin. She raises her hand, and for a second, I expect her to press it to my cheek but that’s not what this is about. Luna slides the finger she used to touch herself across my bottom lip and then into my mouth, her eyes never leaving mine.
Oh God, the taste of her fills my senses, my eyelids dropping as though I’m savoring a delicious dessert, and I hear her sigh of satisfaction. “You don’t have to resist me,” she whispers, stepping even closer. “You can have me, any time you want. Nobody has to know.”