“What?” Her voice was a little stronger now, sending a chill down my spine.
“That kiss, kid.” A step. “She said that you…wetook the internet by storm.” I curled my fingers around her chin, tilting her gaze up to meet mine.
“But…” Her teeth worried her bottom lip as she avoided my eyes. “I’m — I’m nobody.”
Brushing a hair off of her forehead, I smiled. “When are you going to get it, June bug?” My forehead pressed against hers. My lips brushed hers with every word. “You’reitfor me. You’re the only one who matters.”
Her breath hitched, her lashes fluttering shut like my words physically knocked the wind out of her. “You’ve got no idea how good you are, do you?” I whispered, my hand sliding from her chin to cup her jaw. “How fucking proud I am of you.”
“Ansel…” Her voice was paper-thin, shaky.
“Let me take care of you,” I said, my thumb stroking her cheekbone. “You looked so perfect tonight, baby. My perfect girl.”
She let out the softest, most broken little sound — God, it went straight to my dick.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I coaxed, stepping closer until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed. “Let me show you how good you make me feel. Howproudyou make me, Junie.”
Her fingers twisted in the hem of my shirt, eyes wide, pupils blown. “Please.”
“Oh, sweetheart…” I tilted her chin up again, grinning against her lips. “That’s all you had to say.”
I kissed her slow at first, just long enough for her to melt, and then deeper, hungrier — pouring every ounce of restraint Ihadn’tbeen using all night into my hands instead of my mouth.
My palms skimmed down her sides, squeezing her hips. “You know how hard it was, seeing you in that dress? Knowing you’re mine?” My voice was low, filthy. “With everyone looking at you, wishing they could be me. Wishing they could take you home and peel it off of you?.”
She gasped, trembling against me.
“But they can’t, can they?” I nipped at her bottom lip, hands already sliding beneath the shirt she wore. “Because you came home with me. Tomyhotel room. The prettiest fucking thing in the room — and you were on my arm.”
Her nails dug into my shoulders, and I laughed softly against her mouth. “Oh, you like that, don’t you? Being mine?”
The little whimper she made was answer enough.
“Good,” I growled, guiding her backward onto the bed. “Then let me take care of you, kid. Let me make you feel how perfect you are.”
Her lips were parted, pupils blown wide as I climbed on top of her. “Where should we start, pretty girl?” I didn’t wait for an answer — my hands were already sliding higher, palms cupping her breasts through the soft cotton of my shirt.
“There you are,” I murmured, grinning when she arched into my touch. “God, I love your tits, Junie. You’ve been driving me crazy all night — just wanted to get my hands on you.”
Her breath hitched, head tipping back as my thumbs brushed over her nipples, teasing until they peaked beneath the thin fabric.
“Look at you,” I rasped, leaning back just enough to watch her.Her chest rose and fell quickly, nipples peaked and begging for my mouth. “Fuck, baby, you’re gorgeous. You want me to put my mouth on you, don’t you? You want me to suck these perfect tits until you’re begging?”
Her wide eyes met mine — pleading, desperate — and I grinned. “Yes,” she breathed, voice breaking.
“Yeah, you do.” My grin was wicked as I lowered my head, mouthing over one nipple through the shirt before tugging the fabric up and out of the way. “That’s better.”
The moment my mouth closed over her, her whole body arched. I sucked lightly, then harder, letting my tongue flick against the sensitive peak while my free hand toyed with the other, rolling it between my fingers.
“Sound so pretty when I touch you like this,” I murmured against her skin, nipping gently before soothing with my tongue. “Such a good girl for me. Letting me play with these gorgeous fucking tits.”
She whimpered, hands buried in my hair, holding me close like she couldn’t bear to let me go.
I wasgone. This man? With this mouth? I didn’t knowwhohe was. This wasn’t the first set of breasts I’d seen, butGod…They were my favorite.I was never a…talkerwhen it came down to it. But something about Juniper made it impossible for me to stop.
“That’s it,” I praised, switching sides to give her other nipple the same attention, watching her squirm under me. “I’ve been thinking ofthissince that night in the pool, June. Look at you — so sensitive, so good for me.” I sucked the peak into my mouth again, working her with my tongue. “God — Love the way you arch for me, baby. You love this, don’t you?”
Her moan was answer enough, high and desperate.
