“Nothing’s wrong.”

“Not buying it. There’s worry in your eyes.”

“I’m just . . .” His warm body is hovering over me, and the last thing I want is to distract from where the evening is headed, but Alec needs the truth. “After not hearing from you and all the drama that went down this past weekend, I thought you might have to—I don’t know—ask for time apart to figure things out.”

“What?” His brow creases. “Where would you get that idea? You’re the only reason I’m surviving this whirlwind.”

“I know it was crazy, but it was just a thought. I didn’t hear from you all day—”

“Luna.” He brings his palm to my cheek. “Not on purpose.” He kisses the inside of my wrist. “I was catching up on work so I could come tonight. Plus, Naomi stopped by the office.”

“She did?”

He nods. “She did. She wanted to check up on me. I told her about my mom not showing up to set. She was surprised I even invited her in the first place, but I told her I wanted to repair things. And we eventually came to the conclusion that the relationship with my mom might never change, but the one with Thad can. And she’s going to help me make sure that happens.”

“Oh, Alec, that’s . . . that’s great.”

He studies me. “You’re saying that, but how come it’s not accompanied by one of your amazing smiles?”

“Ugh, I’m sorry. I’m being stupid.”

“Let me guess, you wanted to help fix my relationship with my mom, right? And you’re feeling a little sad that you’re not the one who could help.”

“What? Why do you say that?”

“Because, Luna Moon, you’re a fixer.” He turns my palm over and kisses that as well. “It’s in your nature.”

“I just like to help.”

“And I love that about you,” he says, the L word falling so easily from his tongue. I know he didn’t say he loves me, but still, hearing the word on his lips sends a thrill through me.

“Are you doing better?”

“Much better now that I’m here.” He lowers himself down, and our bare stomachs press together as he sighs, resting his forehead on mine. “I didn’t realize how much I needed to see you until just now. It’s been a shit few days.”

“I know.” I swallow back my exciting news—now is not the time. “But I’m glad you’re here now.”

“So am I.” He presses a light kiss across my lips. “I don’t think I ever said thank you.”

“For what?”

“For everything.” His lips fall to my jaw and travel up to the sensitive spot near my ear. I grasp his shoulders and twist beneath him as his mouth whispers across my skin. “For coming to my place the other night, for holding me, making me feel like I matter.” He props himself up on his elbows. “For being mine.”

I smooth my hand over his beard, my eyes not leaving his. “You don’t have to thank me, Alec. I want you in my life. I was devastated at the thought of you ending things today. It’s weird to think that this all started with an irritated demand for coffee, but I’m glad it did, because it led to us, and I truly believe you’re the first man to actually capture my soul in his hands.”

“Hell . . .” He exhales heavily. “I feel the same damn way, Luna. The same fucking way.”

“Like . . . you can’t stop thinking about me?”

“It’s constant.”

“Like . . . you want to tell me everything and anything all at the same time?”

“I feel tongue tied when I’m near you—I’m just so excited to have a conversation.”

“Like . . . ,” I start, my heart hammering. “So excited that if you’re not inside me soon, your skin might very well disintegrate into nothing?”

“Desperate, Luna. So fucking desperate for that.”

My stomach bottoms out, and I realize this is it: the moment I’ve been craving for a while now.

Letting him know where my head is at, I spread my legs wide and wrap them around his waist, pressing my center to him. His head falls against my shoulder, and he lets out a shaky breath.

“Are you sure?” he whispers.

I nod. “Beyond sure. And ready. I want you, Alec. Need you.”

In response, he reaches behind me and unhooks my bra. Using just his fingertips, he drags the fabric down my shoulder, his fingers running over my skin.

He lifts up my arm so he can remove my bra completely, and instead of bringing his lips back to my mouth, he moves down my body, to my breasts, his beard scraping along my hardened nipples, which he sucks into his warm, wet mouth.

“Yes,” I whisper, my hand falling to his hair.

Unapologetically, I move my hips against him, searching for any way to release the pressure coiling between my legs.

While his mouth works one of my breasts, his hand moves down to my thong. He runs his fingers along the waistband, taking in the fabric, almost as if he’s memorizing the feel against his fingertips. And when I think he’s going to continue to torture me, his touch so close to where I want him, he drags my thong down my legs, and I help him kick it to the side. He sits up and stares down at me while my heart pounds away in my chest.

“So hot,” he says before grabbing both of my breasts, squeezing them together, and bringing his mouth to them.

He kisses.

He licks.

He sucks.

And good God, he pinches.

“Oh fuck, Alec.” He groans against me and repeats the process, playing with my breasts until I feel myself unhinging. I need him to push forward, to take me completely, but he doesn’t.

He pinches.

And pinches.

And pinches until the throbbing between my legs reaches such a crescendo that if he does it one more time I will come.

“Alec, please. I need you.”

He licks my nipple, soothing the pleasurable pain before dragging his tongue down the center of my stomach, to my pubic bone. Then he pauses and reaches down to his pants. He pushes them off, along with his briefs, freeing his beautifully hard cock.

God, he has an amazing dick. Like the lord himself spent a great deal of time carving it out, making it perfect.

“I’m so goddamn hard,” he croaks—before pressing his mouth between my legs. I sit up on my elbows, my mouth falling open as his tongue runs along my clit. His hips move, grinding his cock into the mattress, probably trying to ease some of the pressure that’s built up inside him as well.

“Stop,” I breathe out.

He pauses, looking concerned. “Everything okay?”

“I love your mouth on me, but I want your cock, Alec. I don’t want you grinding against anything but me. Right now.”

He chuckles and gently pushes me back down onto my back. “You don’t make the calls, Luna Moon. I do.” And then he puts his mouth back on my pussy and flicks his tongue along my clit—and before I can argue, my muscles melt. I feel nothing but the solid beat of my heart and the quiver at my center.

“That’s it, Luna, let go,” he says, pausing for a moment before diving right back between my thighs.

“Oh . . . right there. Right . . . fuck!” I scream. White-hot pleasure rips through me, shooting stars behind my eyes. My body lifts off the mattress, and I’m almost in disbelief as his mouth continues to work me over and over again.

“Alec, oh fuck, Alec,” I call out, and he grunts something as he pulls away.

Just as I begin to come down from the euphoria of his mouth, I hear a condom wrapper being ripped open and feel his hands spreading my legs far apart. I reach out and take his length in my hand, helping guide it to where I want him to be. He smiles lustfully down at me while the tip of his cock plays at my entrance. The look of tortured pleasure that passes over his features as he slowly enters me is by far the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Mother . . . fucker,” he breathes out heavily. “Shit, Luna, you feel so good. So fucking good.”

“So full,” I whisper.

He stills.

I breathe heavily.

His control is slipping by the second.

But he still manages to take it slow, placing his hand on my stomach to hold my pelvis still as he works in and out of me. The pace is agonizing, but in the best way possible.

“So good,” he mumbles. He lowers himself down and kisses me, parting my mouth with his tongue and diving deep. I gasp into his mouth as he continues moving in and out, seeming to drag out every pleasure point I have.

Sweat slicks our bodies.

And he makes it impossible not to moan after three long . . . slow strokes.

“Christ, Alec, I need you to move faster. Harder.”

“But . . . it’s . . . so . . . good,” he grits out.

I’m in a state of sexual purgatory, with no relief in sight if he keeps this up, so I do something I know will tip him over the edge.

I squeeze myself around him just as he thrusts inside me.

“Holy . . . oh fuck, Luna.” He stops, breathing heavily. “Don’t do that.”

He pushes in again, and I squeeze.

“God dammit.” I do it again and again until he roars, pins my hands over my head, and loses all control. Just what I need.

He fucks me.

He wanted slow, he wanted to draw it out, but not anymore.

He gives me what I want.

Hard. Sloppy. Uncoordinated.

And oh so delicious.