Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
“That’s the problem, Lawson, you don’t remember.” New tears slide down her cheeks. As fast as I’m wiping them away, more appear.
“I remember your body wrapped up in mine on the dance floor.” I take a step closer. “I remember the way your body ignited for mine.” My thigh slides between her legs. She takes a deep breath, and I keep on. “I remember getting back to my place, your hands were on me, my own were busy undressing you.” She unknowingly lowers herself on my knee, her heat scorching me through our layers.
“What else do you remember?” she asks. Gone is the sadness and in its place is desire.
“I know I took you bare. I know it happened over and over again until we could barely breathe. I know when I woke up, I thought it was all a dream. And, Juni, I’ve been plagued thinking I was losing my mind. You weren’t talking to me, and I kept shoving my feet in my own damn mouth.” She may remember every damn moment, and I may not, but I’m going to make sure we have a replay. This time, there won’t be a touch of alcohol in my system. Hell, I won’t touch the shit ever again, bet or no bet. Juniper Lynn Cartwright is worth the whole fucking world.
“I’m pregnant.” The weight of the world disappears off her shoulder, and I’m fucking sunk for her.
“Yeah, babe. I know.” I drop to my knees and lift her shirt up until I come face to face with her bare stomach. Juni’s hands move to my head, holding me there while I pepper her with kisses. Our child is inside of her. She’s been sicker than a dog and kept it to herself when all along I could have been right here along with her.
TWELVE
JUNIPER
“You still owe me an apology, Lawson.” With the way my shirt is covering a portion of his head, it’s kind of hard to see him. I name off the reasons why. “Kidnapping, making rude comments, and forgetting the most memorable night of my life.”
He pulls himself away from my body, the exact opposite of what I want him to do. I remember his mouth, and I’ve missed it with a desperation that my fingers and toy could never satisfy. Lawson is a skilled lover. He pays attention, watches the signs, and knows how I like to be taken. Even in his inebriated state, he made sure I came before he even thought about getting his own.
“You sure you can handle my mouth on you for that long? I seem to recall you twisting and pulling away from me at one time,” he states, shocking me to my core.
“You remember?” At one point, Lawson had his whole arm holding me down, my thighs draped over his shoulder while his mouth and fingers worked me so hard sweat was dripping down my body.
“Parts and pieces. Your scent, the way you move. Certain things trigger my memories. Now, it seems I’ve got some work to do, but in order to do that from my place on my knees, I’ll need your help.” My grip on the railing tightens. A shudder takes hold when he licks his lips, nostrils flaring, and I’m pretty sure he’s breathing in my scent.
“What’s that?” My voice quakes with desire.
“Take your shirt off, baby, hold on tight, and I want your leg over my shoulder. You feel the slightest bit of unease, tell me. That’s non-negotiable.” He has a firm grip on my hips, squeezing when I don’t respond right away. “Need your words, Juni.”
My fingers leave the railing and move to the hem of my shirt, or Lawson’s really. There’s something about wearing anything that belongs to him, his scent and his warmth wrapped around me.
“Alright, Lawson, I’ll tell you, but newsflash. There’s nothing you could do that would ever make me feel uncomfortable.” I slide the shirt up my body, lifting my ass off the railing, and the second the fabric is over my head and I drop the shirt onto the dark wood deck of the porch, Lawson makes a deep groaning noise in the back of his throat.
“Hold the fuck on, babe. I’m going to enjoy my time with this pretty pussy of yours.” I want his mouth on me, tired of yearning for him each and every night. I do exactly what he says, hands digging into the wood railing, leg going over his shoulder, and Lawson takes care of the rest. My eyes close when I feel his breath skate over my wetness, his hand gripping my thigh. His fingers dig into my skin with a fevered need of his own, and I edge my foot out in order to give him as much room as possible.
“Lawson.” There’s no time to prepare. All I can do is hold the fuck on. My head tips forward, and I watch as he worships my body with his mouth. His tongue swirls around my clit before sliding down the length of my slit. What I didn’t see coming is the way he slides two fingers inside me or the hollowing of his cheeks as he sucks my lips into his mouth. I can no longer keep my eyes open. My head tips back, my legs start to quiver, and Lawson doesn’t let up. Truth be told, I don’t want him to. His mouth and fingers are more than amazing. They make me feel alive.