Turning, she looked around carefully, relieved to see that they were alone in the hallway. Only the guards would witness her rudeness.
“I don’t have time to talk to you now, Tasim. It will have to wait.” And with that, she deliberately turned and continued towards her apartment. This was the private area of the palace. Only family members were allowed. But because Ella was about to become a member of the royal family through marriage, plus the bride-to-be was basically living with Elon already, Tasim had been put in one of the family apartments too. Hopefully, he didn’t know that his sister was spending her nights in Elon’s quarters. Luna didn’t want to even contemplate what kind of ruckus that would make!
Unfortunately, Luna couldn’t shake him. His longer legs easily caught up with her.
“This can’t wait, Luna. We need to talk,” he announced grimly. “Now!” He grabbed her elbow and hurried her down the hallway. The fact that he already knew where her apartment was didn’t occur to her. It was the hand on her arm that received her fury.
She tried to pull away. Unfortunately, his grip tightened, pulling her along. “Don’t you dare…!”
“Quiet!” he snapped in a harsh whisper. His eyes flashed as he murmured, “You and I both know that there are eyes and ears all over the palace, even here in the private family quarters.” He looked around grimly, refusing to slow his pace. “So, keep your mouth shut until we are in your apartment. Then you can yell at me all you want.” He tugged her along, shaking his head. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d prefer that you hold off on the yelling until after we talk, if possible!”
Luna wanted to kick him, but he was moving too fast and she could barely keep up with him. Unfortunately, he had a point. Even in the private areas of the palace, the servants saw and heard everything.
Trying to jerk her arm out of his grip didn’t produce the desired results. In fact, it made things worse. He glared at her, but kept silent as he put his hand to the small of her back. But because Luna kept trying to pull away, he wrapped his arm around her waist and hustled her down the hallway.
When they reached her doorway, she pushed through, then twisted out of his grasp.
“Don’t you ever do that again!” she yelled once the door was closed and they wouldn’t be overheard.
“Why not?” He moved closer, his eyes heated as he stalked her. She backed up, but he kept coming. “You liked me touching you last night. And you definitely liked it when I touched you at the picnic. What’s so different about now?”
Luna felt her back hit against the wall. Trapped! He pressed his hands against the wall on either side of her head and she forced herself to keep still. But her eyes dropped to his mouth. Accidentally, of course.
“We can’t touch each other! I don’t want you touching me!”
“Like this?” His hand caressed her cheek.
Luna gasped, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth in an effort to stop from leaning into his touch. Still, she felt her head turn and his hand cupped her cheek.
“Or like this?” His other hand slid along her waist.
She felt the warmth pour over her then. Lust, unlike anything she’d ever felt in her life, overwhelmed her. “You’re an ass!”
“Yeah, but I’m an ass that you want to have sex with, aren’t I?”
She opened her mouth, fully intending to say no. But the word, “Yes!” popped out. Accidentally, of course!
“Damn you, Luna!” he growled, pulling her against his hard chest. There were no more words after that. Tasim kissed her. Hard! Their tongues dueled as she slid her fingers into his hair. When he started to pull away, she tightened her grip and he groaned, kissing her harder, pinning her to the wall as his erection pressed against her core.
Luna gasped at the sensation, writhing in his grasp. Tasim kissed her as if he wanted to breathe in the air she expelled. His hands were everywhere, pulling at her clothes. Then the fabric between them vanished. Bare skin, his fingers exploring her back and her stomach, then moving higher.
Luna heard someone whimper and shifted, releasing his hair so that she could pull his hand higher, needing him to touch her breast.
His fingers cupped her breast and she gasped for air, unaware of her hips pressing against his erection. She wrapped her legs around his waist and she thought she’d died and gone to heaven. Or hell? She wasn’t sure because his touch felt so good, but then suddenly, it wasn’t enough. Her body ached and throbbed with the desperate need for more.
Suddenly, she was floating across the room, his large, powerful hands gripping her bottom, but she couldn’t ask him what he was doing because she was kissing him, pulling his head lower so that she could deepen the kiss. Then there was softness under her back…her shirt gone. Her bra vanished.
He stared down at her and Luna knew that she was going to burst into flames if he didn’t touch her.
Luna screamed as his mouth covered her taut nipple. The heat of his mouth was so unexpectedly amazing, she arched into his mouth. His teeth scraped along the tip, causing an explosion of desire to ripple through her. Again and again, he lapped at the peak with his mouth and his tongue, then scraped it with those teeth, soothing it with his lips. Then he’d switch over to the other nipple.
Tasim lifted his head, shook himself, then moved lower down her body, pausing often to explore sensitive places along the way.
Then he was gone!
“What are you doing?” she demanded. But she didn’t have to wonder long. He tugged her riding
