She moves to turn away from me, but it’s too late. I stop her with a gentle hand on the nape of her neck, and then my mouth is on hers. I’m fuckingburningwith need, too far gone to even deny myself this. Her.
She pushes on my chest a little, forcing me away as her wide eyes stare up at me, questions swirling there that I don’t have answers to.
“Juni,” I rasp her name in desperation, say it like she is the beginning and the end and everything in between.
She lunges for me, but I’m ready, catching her to haul her up my body, my mouth back on hers in a kiss to claim. My tongue sweeps past her lips, and she tilts her head to allow me in deeper, arms looped around my neck, legs around my waist. She fits against me like she has always meant to bethere. Tangling my hand into her hair, I hold her to me as my legs stride through my house, to the kitchen counter where I sit her down, staying firmly between her thighs as I claim her mouth as mine, barely coming up for air.
My cock jerks as I push into her, the thin leggings doing nothing to hide the heat of her. She whimpers as I roll my hips, her spine arching a touch, breasts pushing into my chest.
Leaving her mouth, I trail kisses down to her jaw, then to her throat, my fingers sweeping away her hair so I have unobstructed access to her warm, soft skin. I feel her pulse hammering against my lips as I pass over it, the tempo a match to mine.
“We shouldn’t.” The words leave her on a breathy moan, tipping her head to the side, giving me more.
“We shouldn’t,” I agree, but my tongue licks across her skin, honey and sunshine, a taste to get me drunk.
Her hands slip up my shirt, nails scraping over my muscles that jump with her touch.
“It’ll get complicated.” Her nails bite harder, likely leaving marks, but I don’t give a shit. Let her mark me. Let her carve her name into my chest.
“Fuck it,” I growl, pushing the neckline of her tee to the side so I can scrape my teeth across her collarbone.
“Oh God,” she shivers under my touch, “Are you sure?”
Reluctantly, I pull away from her, forcing my hands to the counter on either side of her thighs and meet her eyes, forcing her to look at me.
“Sure?” My voice is all gravel, rough and breathless. “I’ve never been surer of anything, Juniper. I have wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you. I have been dreaming of you, of your taste, your lips, how your hair will feel slipping through my fingers. Every single night since you arrived, I have laid in that bed opposite you and forced myself to stay fucking still because you deserve peace, but goddamn it, Honeybee, I have never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
“Silas,” she whispers my name, trembling as I lean forward and press my forehead to hers, giving her a minute to decide.
“If we can’t have forever, Honeybee, give me right now.” I plead, “Let me have you while I can, while you’re still with me.”
“And when I leave?” She asks, kissing the corner of my mouth. “What then?”
“I’ll never hold you back,” I promise her. “You deserve the world, Juni, and nothing less.”
“Kiss me,” she demands, “Silas, kiss me right now.”
I don’t make her ask again. I cup the back of her head and kiss her. I kiss her the way I have beendreaming, like she is mine and willalwaysbe mine. She pulls me closer, her legs tightening around me, heels to my ass until I’m flush between her legs, my hard as fuck cock leaking into the confines of my pants.
“For now,” she whimpers, “Please.”
“Tell me where I can touch you,” I ask.
“Everywhere,” she answers immediately.
Sliding my hand up the back of her shirt, I lay it flat over her spine, “Here?”
“Yes.”
I bring it around to her ribcage, feeling the bumps before I come to a stop just below her breast, her skin like a brand against my palm. “Here?”
“More,” she pushes her chest out as her head falls back, skin pebbling with my touch. Dragging my hand up, I cup her breast, feeling the hardened peak of her nipple, listening to the sounds she makes as I roll that nipple between my fingers.
“I need you to be sure, Juniper,” My mouth is damn near watering at the thought of taking that nipple between my teeth.
“I’m sure.”
“What do you want me to do?” I slowly lift her top until it slides over her breasts, and then I hold itthere, her bare tits as perfect as I could have imagined. Dusty pink nipples, a little birthmark between them.
