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She threw her inhibitions to the wind and pushed the door open, walking in and stepping aside to let him in. She took a deep breath, which was the only time she had before his lips attacked hers in a passionate kiss that had her feeling lightheaded.
She groaned at the feeling his touch ignited as his hands trailed a pattern down her body, from her waist to her ample derriere. She responded to his kiss and touch. She had missed being with him like this. The memory of his touch had plagued her and she was glad to finally feel it once again.
Juniper did not know if she was lightheaded from the alcohol she had consumed or if everything she was feeling was all Rowan, but she felt a trail of heat following everywhere that he touched. She moaned against his lips as she tried to keep up with the fervor of his kisses.
He sucked on her tongue, pulling it into his mouth until she could taste the beer on his own tongue. She felt his hands as they moved all the way to her derriere once again and picked her up. He walked them back until they were pressed against the bed and he sat with her, positioning her to straddle him.
His hands on her ass guided her as she swayed on his hips, rocking back and forth until she was grinding against the hardness in his pants. He pushed her hair away from her neck and latched onto her skin, sucking and licking, tracing her sensitive spots with his tongue until she was a moaning mess.
“You taste so good,” he murmured against her skin, sending vibrations running through her sensitive spots. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I let you go. I promise to never let you get away from me again. I promise to never hurt you.”
Juniper felt her heart wrench at his apology. She could sense his regret, but then—he was drunk just like she was, laden with alcohol and possibly making a terrible decision. He didn’t mean what he was saying, and yet his words affected her.
She pressed her lips to his once again. Her hands played with the area just above his belt, grazing her fingers on sensitive skin as she fought to distract him and stop him from talking. Now was not the time for him to offer up his promises and apologies.
Rowan rolled his hips, sending fireworks shooting up her as she threw her head back and released a moan that had him growling his approval. He dragged her shirt over her head and made swift work of her bra until her bosom hung bare for his viewing pleasure.
She wrapped her hand around his head when his moist lips sucked on her sensitive nipples and his hands made quick work of the rest of her clothes until she was completely naked. She copied him, pulling his shirt over his head just as he turned them around until she lying on the bed, looking up at him.
She spread her legs wide open, welcoming him as his tongue dipped into her moistness and flicked upward to her clit. Her back arched and her lips parted as she called out his name. She moaned as he attacked her clit with a ferocity that had her screaming up to the heavens in pleasure.
Her eyes fluttered and her teeth clashed as her hips began to buck wildly from his ministrations. She ground without rhythm on his stiffened tongue until she came, releasing all of her juices into his welcoming mouth.
“Never tasted anything more delicious,” he croaked out, his voice strained with need.
Rowan positioned himself between her legs and slid in as she moaned. Her sensitive folds parted to welcome him, pulling him deeper into her until his face was contorted in a mixture of pleasure and desperation.
She moved beneath him, twirling her hips in slow, rhythmic movements. She gasped out a laugh when he groaned and quickened his pace, but stuck to her rhythm, guiding him in the way that she wanted him.
She lifted her hips and clenched herself around him, drawing out a groan as she slid back down. She continued her actions, over and over as her pace quickened and then slowed until she felt him engorge inside of her.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, tightening as she pulled him closer, and she could feel his butt tighten and release with every thrust. She could feel the energy that flowed through her as he worshipped her body with his.
She relaxed back on the bed and allowed him free rein, smiling when his thrusts increased, harder and faster. She felt the tightening in her core just as her orgasm built, slowly and slowly. He pushed one last time into her, releasing her dam; she moaned her pleasure just as he collapsed atop her, completely spent as she was.
***
The sun shone through the open curtains, waking Juniper from her peaceful night of rest. She stretched and squinted as the rays of sunlight irritated her eyes. Her hand touched the body by her side and she looked beside her at Rowan who was still passed out in bed, his face peaceful and warm.
Her face felt hot with a blush and with unsteady legs, she stood up, dragging the covers from the bed and holding them to her chest. She was instantly filled with regret as Rowan began to stir. He rubbed his eyelids in a way that made him look so charming and tugged at her heartstrings.
Juniper was disappointed in herself. Was this really how quickly she wanted to toss aside all of the anger and resentment she had held toward Rowan for years—simply because he looked appealing in the morning when he woke up from sleep? Was she really that gullible?
“Good morning.” His eyes blinked open and he looked at her with an expression that had her turning red once again. His lips parted into a smile and his short, dark hair that had become messy from the activities of last night made his face appear boyish.
Juniper looked at him, completely shocked, and shook off the feeling in her chest as she allowed the panic to set in.
“Good morning? Good morning? We should not have done that, it was a terrible idea,” she said. She had expected him to seem as torn up about it as she was. Instead, he looked at her like he could not see the problem with what had happened.
“We were drinking last night. We couldn’t really control ourselves, and—” she began saying.
Rowan got up and knelt on the bed, cutting her off as the relaxed expression started to dissipate from his face. “Wait, hold on. That is not the narrative I’m trying to go with here.”
Juniper glared at him, but before she could respond to him in her distress, her attention was pulled to the commotion that was suddenly going on outside her door.
She glanced at the window and her blood turned cold as she recognized one of the voices that was shouting the loudest in front of the inn. It was the voice of her adopted sister, Elena. She would recognize that voice anywhere—after all, it had been responsible for a large percentage of her torment and bullying.
Juniper walked to the window with the covers still wrapped around her and gasped at the sight in front of her. Elena was being held back by Rowan’s driver as she tried to escape him and climb up to get to her.
