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“Thank you for tonight,” she tells me, her voice muffled by my shirt. “I needed that. The dancing, the laughter, the family time. I can’t even remember the last time I felt so…burdenless.” She glances up at me. “You know?”
I nod as my fingers braid through her mane of hair. “Yeah, I know. I think we all needed it.”
“And this is the perfect end to a perfect day. Cozied up on the couch with you as we scroll through hundreds of different movies, finally deciding on something after we’re too tired to even watch it anymore.”
Another laugh slips out. “Happens every time,” I say, nuzzling in to her. “Remember when our Netflix binges would always end in a tickle fight?”
She pinches my thigh, as if retaliating to the mere memory. “Yes. You were terrible. You knew all of my sensitive tickle spots, and I’d laugh so hard I’d almost pee.”
“Not my fault you’re so ticklish.” I give her arm a pinch.
June feigns pain. “Ouch.”
“You pinched me first.”
“I’ll pinch you again.” She does.
My hand travels down her arm, to her ribs, my fingers dancing lightly over her silk dress. She tenses up in anticipation, pressing further into me like she can crawl inside and escape the inevitable. “Don’t fight it, Junebug. You’re long overdue.”
“Brant, I swear—”
I tickle her. Hard and furiously, until she’s squealing and squirming, desperate for reprieve. As she nearly breaks free, my other hand grabs her by the waist and tosses her backward onto the couch, her hair splaying around her like a russet halo. High-pitched squeals morph into belly laughter as her legs try to kick me away, but I hold them down with my torso, trapping her beneath my weight. My fingers continue to dance and roam with the perfect amount of pressure, digging into her sensitive spots until she’s sliding down the edge of the couch, her dress riding up when my hands dip higher.
“Stop, stop, it’s too much,” she says, laughing, tears leaking from her eyes.
My own grin is wicked as I hook one hand around her waist to keep her steady while the other tickles her opposite side.
As her foot pulls free and presses against my outer thigh as a means to push herself away from me, she slides back even more, still squirming and breathless, until her bare stomach is level with my face.
I notice.
The levity leaves me on a sharp breath.
Her dress is rolled up to just below her breasts, her lacy white panties exposed and only inches away from me. June stills, winded as she comes down from the adrenaline high, glancing south to see why my roving fingers have stalled and are now curling around her hip bone.
I look up at her, and her smile fades, both of us absorbing the compromising position we’re in—June spread out beneath me, half-naked, one foot propped along my thigh while the other dangles off the side of the couch. Me on my knees between her legs with my mouth hovering over her belly button, my hands latched around her hips. My fingertips dig into her, nearly bruising.
The mood shifts in an instant.
Dark, crackling tension swoops in, and June releases a little gasp laced with something dangerous. Her head falls back to the armrest, her body heaving below me with labored breaths. She doesn’t move. She doesn’t try to escape.
She just waits.
She waits, nearly trembling, as I lower my face to her creamy white skin, my eyelids fluttering closed as I inhale her citrus scent. My nose grazes the expanse of her stomach, skimming downward, over the hemline of her underwear, until the smell of lemon drops is replaced by the feminine musk between her legs seeping through the thin lace. A gravelly groan leaves me as my nose nuzzles into the juncture between her legs. Damp and hot. I breathe her in, still clutching at her hips so hard I’m afraid I’m going to hurt her.
June whimpers as her shaky hands make their way to my hair, fingers sifting. Nails grazing my scalp. Her pelvis jerks up, just slightly, like it’s instinct, like she’s silently begging me to sample her.
Her legs spread farther apart.
And I lose it.
I fucking lose it.
I trail my fingers underneath the hem of her panties, yanking them down past her knees.
Then I bend over and bury my face between her thighs.
June cries out.
