Chapter Seven
Luna
His mouth was criminal. All sweetness and soft lips, licorice breath I wanted to fill my lungs, stirrings of emotions in my stomach and heart a woman could get used to. I sighed when he pulled away, his hand sprawled on my lower back staying put rather than search out the dampness welling between my thighs.
Even though I wanted him again, I’d never felt so sated. Freed from my past. Even speaking of my s**t hadn’t taken me back, hadn’t made me wish for a drink. My admissions hadn’t meant s**t to him, either. Everything but Rian and his warmth pressed against my front remained locked outside the church’s walls, and I breathed easier for the first time in years.
“This just might be my new favorite place,” I said, touching my fingertips to his lips, wanting to taste the
