My thighs are already squeezing at the fantasy of him looking up at me from between my legs, his tongue flicking my clit. God help, if he can’t find it, I’m giving up sex entirely. I’m done with losers who talk a lot of game, but don’t know how women’s bodies work.
Still, I’m holding onto faith for this one.
“But not tonight,” he adds, voice hoarse.
Fuck.
Nick laughs softly, and I realize I said that out loud.
“I mean… Oh. Okay,” I say, wincing at my own embarrassment.
The screen stays dark. I gulp the longer he stays quiet on the other end. My chest is beginning to tighten, lump rising inmy throat. I’m a ticking time bomb, ready to combust out of uncertainty waiting on him to say something—anything.
“Can I see you tomorrow?” he finally asks.
“Yes,” I breathe in relief.
“Goodnight, Juniper.”
“Night.”
Chapter 5
Blaze
It took everything in me to turn her down last night, and even more of my willpower not to show myself to her on her walk this morning.
I followed her.Of course, I followed.
How could I not?
She’s taken over my every thought. I would have appeared on her doorstep at sunrise to offer to walk with her, yet I didn’t want to scare her. Being familiar with her morning routine might be a bit much for only having known her a couple of days.
Except Iwanther to know how much she’s already consumed me.
This morning’s walk felt different. She didn’t walk as if it was a chore. The looks out at the ocean didn’t seem so lonely. And when she reached the jetty and climbed onto the rocks, she didn’t scream.
She’d closed her eyes and inhaled a deep, heavy breath. One that expanded her entire chest and stomach. She’d held it for a few seconds and blown it out of her mouth after, the air visible, and her eyes had held that same glisten in them when she eventually looked out at the horizon.
I want to know what she’s thinking about when she goes out there.
I worked on the statues all morning, sanding out the tiny details after removing the paint overnight. So many small crevices. I want them to be perfect when I take them back to her, but I know it’ll take a while.
And time doing that means less time with her.
With the festival just a few days away, traffic is picking up. I chose to walk into town today instead of fighting with the cars. It’s already later than I want it to be. I wish I’d been able to get to her before the bar opened, but it wasn’t in the cards today.
So I’m really hoping I haven’t missed her break.
The bar is humming steadily when I get there, coffee and croissant in hand for an afternoon pick-me-up. I don’t enter through the street-side door, and instead go around back to the beach entrance like I did yesterday.
And when I see her, I have to take a minute.
Gods, she’s stunning.
She’s wearing a Santa hat today. The hair around her face is freshly curled. The low-cut top she’s wearing hugs her soft body and shows off her pillowed breasts. I’m already trying to think of ways to get her from behind the bar so I can see what else she’s wearing, even if the view from above is enticing enough.
My stomach drops when she eventually glances across the room in my direction. And that smile… Fuck, that smile. I thought about those eyes and that wicked grin after telling her goodnight. I thought about it as I laid in my bed and stroked myself, imagining her thighs wrapped around my face, her lips on my length, her tits around my cock, and holding her in my arms after.
