I reach for her hand and bring her back to me, heart dancing at the touch of her hand in mine. Juniper’s chest rises and stills as if she’s holding her breath. Our fingers entwine, and as she stares down at me, I think I see eternity in her eyes.
My legs move. I’m standing, and when we’re inches apart, I pull her closer and sit her hands on my chest.
“I just want you,” I whisper.
“I want you, too,” she breathes.
Her lips part, eyes closing, and I take a moment to appreciate that look on her face before enclosing the space between us.
And when our lips meet, I am melted entirely.
Dammit. This…
My knees weaken, chest sinking like it’s made of melting ice. My hand sinks against her neck, fingers entwining in her hair,and I pull her closer by her waist, savoring the taste of her soft lips against mine. She wraps her arms around my neck when our kiss deepens, lips parting and tongues touching. Intensifying with every second as if we’re afraid if we pull apart, the other will disappear.
I’m unable to part from this. Forget any sorcery I’ve ever done. She’s the fucking dark magic I’ve chased my whole existence.
I feel her body rolling against mine with every twist of our tongues, every lick and taste and bite. Work? Forgotten. The cold? Not anymore. The longer we go, the more frantic I am. I can’t control it. I want all of her. Ineedher. I need to crawl inside her and bury myself beneath her skin.
Is that… Gods, am I making it snow?
Fuck.
I know I’m gone now.
I feel flakes melt on my cheek, my neck.
Stop making it snow.
Juniper pulls back suddenly and looks up at the sky, frowning. “Is it raining?” She touches her cheek and swipes away a wet droplet. “That’s weird.”
“Yeah. Weird,” I manage.
I can’t stop staring at her. Honestly, it’s a good thing she pulled away. If I’d lost any more of myself, I’d have turned the entire alley into a blizzard.
Her darkly painted lips are pink and bruised around the still-perfect edges, and it’s fucking magnificent. The Christmas lights hanging up around us have her eyes practically sparkling, her fair skin glowing.
I press my thumb to her bottom lip, prompting her to look up at me once more. “What time does your shift end?” I ask.
“Midnight,” she replies.
Five more fucking hours.
My gaze darts to her mouth again. “I don’t know if I can wait that long to have you alone again.”
A smirk quirks her lips upward. “Tell me why you want me alone again.”
“Because your lips aren’t the only part of you I’m desperate to taste.”
She releases a jagged breath and leans in again. “I want to taste you, too.”
A long “Fuck,” leaves me when I sink my forehead onto hers. She grips the front of my shirt and pulls, nails dragging along my chest. The longer we stand here like this, the more I want to pick her up and fuck her across this picnic table.
My hand threads behind her neck and into her hair, tugging it at the base of her skull as I hold myself back from kissing her again.
“Harder,” she whispers.
“How hard?” I ask.
