“You’re not as good at pretending as you think, princess,” I murmur, my thumb grazing her cheek.
Her eyes flutter closed for a moment, and when they open again, there’s something raw in them. Vulnerability. Desire.
“Flint…” Her voice is barely a whisper, my name a plea and a warning all at once.
“If you don’t want this, tell me to stop,” I say, my voice rough, edged with restraint.
She doesn’t.
I close the distance, my lips brushing hers, testing, waiting. Her breath hitches, and then she’s kissing me back, tentative at first, like she’s afraid of the fire she’s about to stoke.
But then it ignites.
Her hands tangle in my shirt, pulling me closer, and my restraint snaps. I kiss her like she’s air and I’ve been drowning, my hands cupping her face, holding her like she might disappear.
She tastes like wildfire and something sweeter, something I can’t name but know I’ll crave for the rest of my life.
I pull back just enough to meet her gaze, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen. “Juniper…”
She shakes her head, her hands sliding up my chest, her touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. “Don’t stop.”
Her words undo me.
I pause, my forehead resting against hers, my breathing ragged. “Are you sure?”
She nods, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. “Yes.”
I capture her lips again, my hands exploring the curve of her waist, the softness of her skin. Every inch of her feels like it was made to fit against me, and the thought sends a rush of possessiveness through me. Her hair fans out like a halo on the pillow, her expressive eyes hanging on mine.
“You’re mine, city girl,” I murmur against her lips, the words slipping out before I can stop them.
She doesn’t argue. Instead, she pulls me closer, her nails digging into my shoulders as if she’s afraid I’ll pull away.
Clothes are discarded in a blur, and the cool air of the tower is nothing compared to the heat building between us. I take mytime, exploring every inch of her, memorizing the way she gasps, the way her body arches against mine.
“Flint…” Her voice is breathless, my name a melody I never want to stop hearing.
I press a kiss to her neck, her collarbone, my hands mapping the curves of her body like I’m forging something unbreakable.
She's so adorable, her softer side revealed after the intense stress of the day, the small chip on her shoulder finally gone in favor of the flirtatious and easygoing woman I've become obsessed with.
I can't deny it anymore.
I’m a damn puppy dog when it comes to this woman.
"You’re so damn sweet, Juniper, it obsesses me."
Her eyelids flutter open wide.
My entire body is strung tight and aching for her. Just the thought of making a feast of her sweet little pussy is enough to make my cock leak like a faucet.
Her small mouth parts as she looks at me, making my erection throb even harder with the desire to connect with this woman on a deeper level.
"I like spending time with you," she says, her words igniting pride within me.
I kiss her lips, starting off gently before growing more passionate and fervent.
"You have no idea what you do to me," I say between kisses. "I find myself constantly thinking of all the different ways I could kiss you." I nibble at the corner of her smile. "And make you all soft and warm in my hands..." My hands explore her body, discovering new curves and contours.
