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He let out a wry chuckle, deliciously low. My hand traveled to his beard, and I stroked the rough edges of his angular face, reveling in how glorious he looked even on his most unkempt days. Hell, when I wasn't trying to look pretty, I probably looked like a rumpled blanket with feet.
"I missed too much with her. Part of it was because her mother and I were always fighting, and I thought it'd just be easier to step back and let her do her thing. In retrospect, that was my biggest mistake. I shoulda fought harder for her."
"What's stopping you from doing that now?"
Smiling, he took my face in his hands and pulled me close, his breath hot on my lips. "I like how you think, Juniper Davis," he murmured.
"I like how I think, too," I replied tartly, wrapping my arms around him.
I could feel his heartbeat quickening as he pressed his lips to mine, and I responded eagerly, tangling my fingers in his thick hair.
Reed's lips crushed mine fiercely. I felt his body radiate heat against mine and melted into him, my pulse racing. My body came alive with burning passion. His lips were fire, consuming everything in their path.
I could feel his breath on my neck as he trailed kisses down my jawline. I shivered as his grip around my waist tightened. My hands left his hair and roamed over to his muscles, rippling and glorious even under his shirt. I traced each rise and fall.
"Juniper." He called out my name like it was a prayer and a plea.
It happened in moments. He undressed me, his hands moving quicker than the sum total of times I'd tried to run from my mom after getting caught in some mischief.
I did the same, and soon, my palms and fingers were on his warm, bare skin. It was like a trust fall, and I gave in heart, soul, and all.
My hands roamed his back like a river finding its way through the mountains. His muscles were chiseled and defined, while my own curves were softer and rounder.
As his hands traced the curve of my waist, I felt a shiver run down my spine, and my breathing quickened. We paused for a moment, our lips parting, and I panted for air.
"You're something else," I gasped, in awe of his skill.
"No, darlin', it's all you," he replied, his honeyed Southern drawl sending chills down my arms. Then, he pressed his lips to my ear and ran his tongue along the outer edge, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't ignore.
That was my weak spot. I let out a tiny gasp and kissed him again. I let my tongue taste his neck, leaving slow, hot kisses down to the ridges of his shoulders and chest.
"Fuck, what is this sorcery?" he growled, grasping my hair.
I stopped in my tracks, a wicked smile on my face. He regarded me curiously. "What are you planning, eh?"
"Just—"
Giggling, I strutted over to the fridge and came back with a bottle of cold honey. I loved freezing it and pushing it up in a semi-solid form straight into my mouth. That shit was as good as therapy.
"Lie back. This table is about to get violated," I demanded, trying not to laugh. Reed looked at me helplessly for a second, and then he shrugged as if to say, "fuck it," and lay back on the wood.
I squeezed honey all over his stomach and chest, feeling his muscles tense and spasm as the cold met his warm skin. Keeping the bottle to the side, I positioned myself and licked every last inch of the sweet semi-solid thread of gold.
His groans made it all the more appetizing.
I ran my hands down his thighs and legs, my fingers lighter than feathers. He responded with goosebumps. I moved to take his boxers off and threw them aside before stepping back to marvel at his cock.
Reed was gorgeous. Thick, just the right kind of long, and so hard for me.
I coaxed some more honey out of the bottle and into my palm before rubbing it on his cock. He'd need a shower after this, but hey, so would I.
"Fuck," he growled as I licked the underside before nipping the tip lightly. I took him in, an inch at a time, and slowly moved my head up and down. He got up from his position and raked my hair in his hands, arching and adjusting my pace. Small sounds escaped my mouth as I slurped on his cock, feeling it grow harder as he amped up his speed.
Suddenly, he slid his arms under my elbows and pulled me up. "I'm not ready to finish like this," he said, smiling. "So enough of me. Let's do you."
"But I was just getting started!"
I protested, but he'd already taken me in his arms. He popped my bra open and tossed it to the side before burying his face between my breasts. This time, it was rough, and I wanted it.
