Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
She lingered for a few seconds, but when she felt my cock twitch from her attention, she snatched her palm back while her face flushed bright red. It was adorable, and I couldn’t help smiling.
When she spotted the upcurve of my lips, hers mimicked the expression. Unable to wait a moment longer, I cupped her face once again and brought her forward as my head descended. I went slow, giving her plenty of time to resist or tell me to stop, but she leaned in as if we were being drawn together by a magnet. “Let me show you what a real kiss is,” I murmured a second before my mouth covered hers.
Honeysuckle. She tasted as delicious as she smelled. I was instantly addicted to her sweetness, and I instinctively angled her head so I could deepen the kiss. “Open,” I grunted. She didn’t hesitate, and as soon as her lips parted, my tongue swept inside. I groaned as her flavor filled my senses inside and out.
A small whimper escaped her mouth, and she practically melted into me. Her breasts pillowed against my chest, and I felt the sharp points of her nipples. My mouth watered with the need to taste them, too.
I devoured her for an indeterminable amount of time, refusing to end the kiss until I was hanging onto my control by the thinnest of threads. If I didn’t stop right then, I’d wind up tossing her over my shoulder and taking her to my room to ravish her. Considering we’d known each other for less than an hour, I figured that would scare the fuck out of Juniper and send her running. I had to tread carefully because I’d already decided to keep her. Now, I just had to convince her to agree.
Tearing my mouth from hers, I muttered an expletive and buried my face in the crook of her neck. Her pulse was racing and her chest heaved from her labored breathing, much like my own.
“I think I need to take you home,” I muttered, the words leaving a bad taste in my mouth and an ache in my heart.
Juniper didn’t say anything, so I leaned back to see her face. She was trying to hide it, but I saw the hurt in her whiskey-brown eyes.
“I want nothing more than to spend the night kissing you, my beauty. But there is no fucking way that I would be able to stop at just kissing. And you aren’t ready for more. I need to see you tomorrow, though.”
Her expression softened, although she looked like she might argue with me for a minute. Then her plump lips curved up into a shy smile, and she nodded. “Okay. How about lunch?”
My first instinct was to tell her to be ready at the ass-crack of dawn since I knew I was in for a sleepless night. However, that would’ve made me a total bastard, especially since it was almost midnight already. So instead, I said, “At eleven? I don’t think I can wait any longer than that.”
Juniper’s cheeks blossomed, and her whole face brightened. “Eleven,” she confirmed. Her answer was so swift that I gave her a quick, hard kiss to let her know how pleased I was.
“I’ll pick you up—”
“Um, I’ll just meet you there,” Juniper interrupted with a nervous smile.
My eyes narrowed. “Why can’t I come get you?” My pulse sped up a little, worried that her answer would involve the fact that I was a fucking monster. Or that she had a boyfriend. Then I mentally shrugged. The boyfriend would just have to go. Love and war and all that shit.
“It’s not a big deal, really. My parents can be, um, difficult. They like to try to run my life and approve of every decision I make. And I want to have a little more time with you that doesn’t involve their meddling. To enjoy this thing between us and explore it some more.”
I was stunned…she was so fucking perfect. “Okay,” I agreed with a nod. “But I won’t stay a secret for long, Juniper. I don’t care what people think of me as long as you're mine. Is that clear?”
She looked so damn beautiful as she beamed at me. “I promise.”
Satisfied, I gave her one more kiss before setting her on the couch next to me. “I’ll grab a shirt, and we’ll go.”
After donning a sweater and buttoning my jeans, I pulled on socks and boots. Then I went to the dresser where I had a basket of gloves. I reached for a pair, then hesitated. I didn’t have to wear them with Juniper. The weight of my circumstances lifted a bit, and I grabbed my keys instead of the hand coverings.
When I returned to the living room, Juniper was standing by the fireplace, staring at a picture of Maggie and me. “That’s my sister,” I told her as I meandered over to stand at her back.