Chasing His Kickass Luna Back Chapter 337

Abby

I nestle contentedly against Karl’s side, our bare skin still ever so slightly damp from sweat as our breathing returns to normal. These moments alone together seem to pass cruelly fast lately, especially knowing that we’ll be apart for a week.

But I shove the gloomy thoughts away for now, reminding myself that it’s only a week—and focusing instead on the feeling of Karl’s sinewy muscles beneath my fingers. He sprinkles gentle kisses along my shoulder, warmth emanating from his breathless body.

“That was fantastic,” he murmurs. “You’re fantastic.”

I can’t help but smirk. “You say that every time.”

Karl pauses, his brown eyes meeting mine. “Shouldn’t I?” he asks. “I spent three years without your body. I’m going to worship you.”

His words make me blush, and instead of trying to come up with a response, I bury my face in his neck and let out a soft, contented sigh against his warm skin.

We lay like that for a while, gently stroking each other’s bodies, before I finally pull away and sit up with a regretful look in my eyes. “I should really start packing if I mean to get any sleep tonight.”

Karl immediately tightens his hold on my waist, burying his face against my throat to trace warm kisses up to my ear. “Or you could stay right here instead,” he suggests, voice dropping an octave.

I just manage to swallow the instinctive whimper, swatting ineffectually at his chest. “Karl, you’re insatiable as always.”

“I can’t help myself. But fine, go and pack.” With obvious reluctance, he finally releases me to stand and cross over to the bathroom. I allow myself a long, appreciative gaze at his retreating back. Once the door is closed, I quickly stand up and grab my panties off of the floor, followed by my bra.

Once I’m somewhat dressed, I grab my empty suitcase off of the closet shelf. I’ve barely unzipped it on top of the bed before Karl is molded to my back again, his palms grazing my bare waist.

“Have I mentioned that you attempting to pack while wearing this is wildly distracting?” He traces the lacy bra strap, his lips finding the sensitive spot right beneath my ear.

I lean into him with a shaky exhale, tilting my head to allow better access. “Mm. Then maybe you should make yourself useful by helping me instead of being a nuisance,” I tease.

He nips sharply at my neck in retaliation, eliciting a yelp from me. I pull myself away to begin stuffing my suitcase full of not only my nice clean chef’s whites, but also pristine clothes for any occasion while Karl lounges lazily against the headboard. His burning gaze follows my every movement.

“You’re not seriously going to that prince’s estate looking like that,” he says, eyeing me hungrily. “And I won’t even get to look at you the whole time, because I’ll be stuck in some stuffy office signing paperwork.”

I toss him a coy look. “It’s not stuffy,” I chide him. “We designed that whole house together. And for what it’s worth, you like your Alpha duties.”

He lets out a reluctant sigh. “I do. But still, I should be able to see you while you’re gone. Otherwise, your beauty will go to waste…”

“Oh?” I purr, lifting an eyebrow at him. “And how do you suggest we do that?”

The corner of his mouth twitches up into a slight smirk. “I assume a royal suite offers ample mirrors to showcase your assets? Or the bedrooms typically have four poster beds...”

My cheeks flame as tantalizing images take root—posing in the luxurious bedroom that I’ll be staying in, wearing lacy lingerie, peeking slyly over one shoulder… But I have to force the steamier thoughts away before they utterly distract me again.

“You make a fair point. I guess I could send some pictures, but I fully expect some in return.” I run a deliberately provocative glance down his bare, muscular torso. “For those lonely nights away, of course.”

Karl barks out a laugh and hops up off of the bed, whirling toward the mirror. I watch in awe and humor as he flexes his biceps, smirking at himself. Our eyes meet in the reflection and I can’t deny the heat that’s crept up into my cheeks.

“You mean like this?” His grin turns wicked. “I guess I could arrange some pictures too. It’s only fair.”

Giggling helplessly, I shake my head and return my attention to my packing. I make a note to throw some lingerie in there, just for those aforementioned lonely nights.

Gradually, though, I sense Karl’s amusement beginning to fade behind me. The atmosphere almost seems to turn pensive in a matter of moments. Glancing over my shoulder, I spot him opening his mouth before abruptly closing it again.

“What’s wrong?” I abandon attempting to zip my overstuffed suitcase to perch next to him. Karl’s forehead remains creased. “Talk to me. Last chance before I’m halfway across the world all week.”

He smirks. “You’re a few hours away, not halfway across the world.”

“Whatever. It still feels like it.”

“Yeah. It does.”

We sit there for a moment in silence, our cheeks still flushed from our intense sex earlier. My eyes keep darting to the headboard, which was my lifeline just a few minutes ago while I was gripping it and riding him. Just looking at it makes me blush.

Finally, once I realize that Karl doesn’t have anything to say after all, I stand up and attempt to zip my suitcase again. It’s overstuffed, though, and nearly impossible. Karl snorts.

“You packed enough for an entire month,” he says, standing to help me.

“I’m going to a prince’s estate,” I say. “I might need a lot of different outfits. And besides, I packed some of my cooking utensils.”

Karl quirks an eyebrow as he moves some of the clothes aside to see what I’m referring to: a whisk, a couple of differently-sized cutting boards, my knife set, and my favorite cast iron pan.

“Seriously, Abby?” he teases. “You do know the estate is going to have all of this, right?”

I shrug and hop up on top of the suitcase, crossing my legs. “Better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it.”

Karl snorts again, but just shakes his head and says nothing. With me sitting on the top of the suitcase, he’s finally able to pull the zipper all the way around. The suitcase might just burst on the trip to the prince’s estate, but that’s a future problem.

When he’s finished, he lets out a soft sigh and leans forward. His finger trails up my thigh first, then across the sensitive part of my hip. It eventually comes to rest on the edge of my bra cup, where my breast spills out slightly over the fabric.

“Can I tell you something?” he suddenly asks.

I raise both eyebrows, surprised by his tone. “Sure,” I say. “What’s up?”

There’s a long silence. He’s doing that thing again; he’s opening his mouth and closing it again like he wants to say something but can’t quite find the right words.

But then, finally, he turns away and bends down where his pants are discarded on the floor. I watch curiously as he digs into his pocket. He then stands and turns to me, and there’s something clutched in his hand.

“Don’t be angry,” he says. “Please.”

My heart sinks, although I don’t entirely know why. “What’s going on?” I ask, my voice barely more than a whisper.

Karl pauses, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. Then, slowly, he holds up what’s been clutched in his hand. It’s a small vial with an unmistakable liquid inside.

“You need to bring this with you.”