My eyelids fluttered open. Juice stared down at me, his broad shoulders blocking the glare of the bright overhead light. “Will you promise me something?” he asked.
I nodded, clueless as to what kind of reassurance he might need from me.
“Let me love you. We’ve wasted so much fucking time. I can be the man you need me to be now. There’s nothing standing in our way, and maybe once I show you how much I love you, how I’m going to rearrange my life to put you and Oliver at the very center… maybe then you’ll be able to tell me that you love me too.” He waited for me to say something, his eyes shiny with raw emotion.
I’d pictured this moment so many times, him realizing we were meant to be together and crawling back to beg my forgiveness for leaving. In all of those scenarios, I knew he wasn’t capable of loving someone else, not when he hadn’t found the internal courage to love himself.
But he’d changed. I could feel it down in the marrow of my bones. So, I smoothed my hand over his hair and pressed slow, soft kisses to every square inch of his face. “I already love you, silly.”
“You do?” His brows arched, and the corners of his lips lifted in a smile.
“I always have. You just weren’t ready for me yet,” I teased.
He shifted on the couch, gently pushing me back until my spine rested on the soft cushion. The bulge of his erection pressed against my belly. “I’m so ready for you now, baby.”
We both were. Heat pooled in my core while an aching need pulsed between my legs. Juice held my gaze as he reached for the waistband of the yoga pants I’d borrowed from one of the girls at the clubhouse. Hisfingers grazed my skin, making my flesh pebble with goosebumps.
My nipples throbbed. No one had ever turned me on as much as Juice. I wanted to feel his hands everywhere at once. Craved his touch like it was the only thing that could give me life. As he worked the pants down my thighs, I squeezed my legs together, trying to alleviate the desperate need.
“Patience, baby.” He dipped down and ran his tongue around my navel.
I should have been self-conscious about the stretch marks, but I was too far gone to care. My body needed him like the desert craved the rain. Feeling his touch made me realize how much I’d missed him, missed us.
I threaded my fingers through his hair as he slipped my sensible cotton bikini briefs over my hips. Once my legs were bare, he nudged my thighs apart with his broad shoulders and blew a hot breath right over my clit.
“You’re just as gorgeous as you’ve always been.” His eyes danced, holding mine captive while he slid his hand underneath my ass and adjusted the angle of my hips. “I can’t help myself, baby. I’ve got to taste you.”
Then he lapped at my slit with his tongue, pressed his mouth against the lips of my pussy, and sucked my swollen clit into his hot, wet mouth.
CHAPTER 11
JUICE
Her hips bucked,and her fingers tightened in my hair. She tasted like sunshine and peaches and all of my favorite things all rolled into one. She tasted like my future. Like something I’d never be able to get enough of no matter how long and how hard I tried.
“Juice, oh my god.” She pushed her head back and lifted her hips higher. Her palm flattened, and she tried to hold my head in place. She didn’t have anything to worry about. I wasn’t going anywhere until I gave her the best orgasm of her fucking life.
“Marry me, Sammy,” I mumbled against the soft skin of her inner thigh. “Say you’ll be mine.”
Her chest heaved, and I cursed myself for not having the foresight to take off her shirt and bra before I lost myself between her legs. She’d always had a perfect rack. Depriving myself of toying with her tits while I had my tongue speared inside her was the worst self-inflicted punishment.
“Are you blackmailing me?” She lifted her head just high enough to meet my gaze. “No orgasm unless I say I’ll marry you?”
I thrust my tongue deeper into her core, reaching for that elusive spot that would turn her inside out.
Her legs shook. “That’s not fair, Juice.”
“If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that life’s not fair, Sammy.” I swapped out my tongue for one of my thick fingers. The walls of her pussy clenched around me. She was so damn close.
“I’ll marry you under one condition.” She was breathless, and I’d barely gotten started.
“What’s that, baby?” I added a second finger to the first.
She pulled my hair, hovering on the edge of letting herself go. “You’ve got to promise you’ll never stop doing exactly what you’re doing to me now.”
“It’ll be kind of hard to go to work with my fingers playing with your pussy all day long.” I chuckled before grazing my teeth over her swollen nub. Teasing Sammy was even more fun than riding my bike along the Beartooth Highway on a gorgeous summer day.
“I don’t mean twenty-four-seven.” She was getting frustrated on multiple levels… from me not letting her come until I was damn good and ready, and from me not understanding what she wanted me to promise.
