Series: Like Us Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 174544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 698(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 698(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Rotating 360 on her chair, we haven’t stopped making out. My heart is hammering in a hypnotic tempo. We share a lethal attraction, and I’ve never fully understood Romeo and Juliet till I found a love I’d rather die inside than live without.
Remember me.
She glides her fingers from my forehead down to my cheeks, along my jaw and neck, as though hoping her hands will remember what her mind can’t. Heartache tries to grip my insides, but I won’t let it ruin the purity of this moment with Luna.
No matter what happens to me, to us, I can’t let darkness shade my world. It’s the brightest it’s ever been with her. That’s the happy truth.
As we continue to spin, her arms wind around my waist. I can’t get enough of her sweet scent and taste—they start overriding my other senses. Clutching her cheek, I kiss her stronger, and her hips buck against me. A grunt scratches my throat, my lungs, my muscles blazing.
Whenever I skate my hands along Luna’s skin, shivers ripple through her, and as she becomes breathless, I break our lips and ask huskily, “You remember how I kissed you?”
“Not yet.” She’s eyeing my mouth. “Help me remember.” She pants, “More.”
She wants more.
“I’ll give you more.” I cup her ass and lift her against my chest. She hooks her legs around my waist, sharing my grin. After I hop off the chair, she catches my lip in her teeth, and I nip her lip back, until we’re kissing over and over and over again. She’s clinging tighter to my build.
This is her first time with me.
It’s a jolting thought.
If she asked for more years ago, after I gave her head, I woulda done it. So why is that thought trying to rattle me now? I shake it off and push her up against the wall, the midnight blue and gold-stitched Sagittarius tapestry at her back.
Muscles flexed, on fire, I hold Luna and suck the nape of her neck, spurring tiny noises out of her. Each breathy sound is fisting my hardened cock. Her feverish hands drift up my shirt, raking hot trails along my abs. Fuck.
“More,” she moans.
Keeping her hoisted with one hand, I use the other to draw down her loose top and expose her tit. I kiss and lick her perked nipple, and she writhes against me. Heat gathers, blood thrumming in my veins, and I’m in a perfect position to fuck her against the wall—if we weren’t clothed.
“More,” she pants and pleads, trying to grind and bounce on my dick. When that’s not enough, she fumbles for my zipper. Luna unbuttons and unzips me, and my gut drops. I can’t go this far—not like this. Quickly, carefully, I set Luna on her feet and lift her shirt back up.
Her face plummets, and I go cold. Ah shit. Fuck. I feel way worse, like I jumped in a ditch and shoveled dirt on myself.
“It’s alright,” I assure, staying close. “It’s a me thing.” You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m resting my forearm on the wall beside her head.
She bites the edge of her lip, thinking, before she speaks quietly. “Does kissing her feel better than kissing me?” It plunges a knife in my chest, but I’m not letting on how much that hurts to hear.
“No,” I say strongly. “Feels the same to me.”
She still looks worried.
I’m not cheating on Luna with Luna. They’re the exact same person to me, but with amnesia, Luna is a tad bit more sensitive since she’s comparing herself to herself and all. Been learning more here and there.
“I…don’t understand then,” she murmurs, and frustration bunches her brows and downturns her lips. “Is it because the experiment isn’t working?”
She still doesn’t remember me.
I shake my head.
My desperation hasn’t been as strong as my desire. Because I haven’t been banking on being able to trigger her memories through a kiss. I figure she’ll remember when she’s ready.
“You love role-playing,” I tell her. “We both do, and I sorta saw this as that. I’m not upset that it didn’t work out.”
Her shoulders untense, and I wonder if she was scared that I’d be disappointed the experiment failed.
I ask, “Are you upset about it?” I skim her, unable to tell.
She shrugs. “I kinda believed it was a long shot too. But I thought it’d be fun…to kiss you—I wanted you to kiss me.” Her cheeks flame. “I wanted to do more too.” She glances at my unzipped pants. “I feel so…” She winces, then tries to palm her reddened face to hide.
“No, no, Luna,” I breathe, holding her warm cheeks. She’s never hidden like this from me, like I’m her prick of an ex-boyfriend causing her to question herself. My second go-round with Luna—I can’t fuck it up this quickly. “You wanna know who I am?”