Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 27

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 strawberry shampoo, which he must have used when we were getting ready earlier. He’s dressed in a well-cut black suit, with shiny black dress shoes and a crisp white shirt. I’m not the only one who’s noticed how great he looks. Several women have turned to look at him.

So why don’t I feel anything when our bodies are pressed so close together?

I should want to drag him home and tear his clothes off. He did all this for me, set all of this up the second I told him I wanted to go on a date, and he’s especially handsome tonight as well. He’s a great kisser and a much better dancer than me. I twirl away from him and then he pulls me back against his chest, swaying our hips.

He loves food. He works in the restaurant business. He’s kind, fun and he genuinely cares about me. Taking all of that into account, he should be the perfect man for me.

But the one thing lacking is our sex life.

There’s just no intense, all-consuming passion between us. Sure, it’s fine. He certainly knows what he’s doing, but it’s the same every time. Is it wrong to expect fireworks? Is sex like that even necessary for a loving, fulfilling relationship, or have movies and the media just fed me lies my entire life?

Honestly, though, I’m starting to worry that sex really is important to me, and I don’t know how to fix it.

“What are you thinking about?” he says in my ear, his lips dragging down my neck.

I shudder and part my lips. “I was just listening to the music.”