Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 27: Dancing the Night Away
The kitchen doors swing open, and I pull my hand away from Karl’s. It’s Ethan.

I don’t know why I feel like I’ve been caught doing something I shouldn’t. Ethan doesn’t seem to notice

as he crosses the room and picks up the cup.

“Thanks,” he says, his voice sounding groggy. “I really needed this.”

He heads for the office, and I look back at Karl, deciding that it’s best if we just pretend that what just

happened between us never happened at all. “You’ll be doing the same as yesterday. Besides, there is

no need for such closeness between employee and boss,” I say coldly, restraining my desire to be

close to him.

He nods and walks away, his shoulders slightly tense. I watch him go for a moment before I force

myself to turn away. It’s a good thing that Ethan walked in, I think.

I have to get the passion back with Adam as soon as possible, just like Leah said.

The next day, Adam picks me up at my apartment, and we take a taxi to a local hotel. “Would you like

to dance, or would you like a drink first?” Adam asks, leaning down to talk in my ear.

I grin. “Dance. Then drinks. Then more dancing.”

He returns my smile and leads me out onto the dance floor. He spins me around and I can’t help my

giddy laugh. I’ve always loved to dance. Even though I’m not particularly good at it, I find it so freeing.

It’s one of those things I’ve always done just for the pure enjoyment of it.

Adam pulls me close, and we sway together. He smells good, like sandalwood and a bit like my

must have used when we were getting ready earlier.

shoes and a crisp white shirt. I’m

how great he looks. Several women have

don’t I feel anything when

should want to drag him home and tear his clothes off. He did all this for me, set

I told him I wanted to go on a date, and he’s especially handsome tonight

and a much better dancer than me. I twirl away from

chest, swaying our hips.

works in the restaurant business. He’s kind, fun

into account, he should be

one thing lacking is our sex

intense, all-consuming passion between us. Sure,

every time. Is it wrong to expect fireworks? Is sex like

and the media just fed me

worry that sex really is important to me, and I don’t

says in my ear, his lips dragging down

my lips. “I

my hip. My back is still pressed to his

slightly off-beat,

murmurs into my

and he kisses me. Already this is better than normal. The heat

the loud music. A

a quick glance at the room shows that we’re not

like this. Shifters aren’t so embarrassed

closer and deepen the kiss. He drags

Heat gathers in my

needed.

pull away slightly and he spins me around. When he pulls me back toward him, my eyes land on a

falls in waves around

with a strapless top and a flowing skirt. My muscles

no light in her eyes, and moves closer. “Abby, I didn’t expect

she would rather she didn’t. And I wish