Permission to be here lets me wave the shadow away from around my body. I cough as it dissipates and take my glasses off to clean them. The hair dryer sounds from inside. My heel keeps tapping impatiently on the floor. I’m dying to touch her, especially after the photos last night
Fucking Nethers, those photos.
First, the one of Blaze fucking and stretching her… I had almost burst inside her house upon seeing it. She was so gorgeous like that—her body creased and arched, ass mid-jiggle as he thrust in and out of her. Shit, I can’t wait to see that myself.
The second one she’d sent was a photo in the mirror of her entirely naked and dripping from the shower, her goddess-like body on full display. Blaze was nowhere to be found.
That one was just for me.
I groan at the memory.
The hum of the hair dryer shuts off. I stiffen, ears perked as I wait to hear her footsteps padding the floor from the bedroom. The anticipation has my heart picking up pace. I wring my hands together, debating what to say to her, whether I should just kiss her as soon as I see her…
The door opens.
I jump up quickly—so quickly that I knock over one of her plant stands.
“Shit—” I bend to grab it before the pot falls completely over, and as I do, I get a glimpse of her bare legs behind the screen door.
The plant can fucking die.
Holy hell.
She’s standing in the doorway wearing a red satin lingerie set and a fuzzy black cardigan. The half-moon cups barely contain her breasts, straps around her midsection and abdomen crease in her skin, underwear straps hiked over her hips.
I clear my throat as I set the plant back on the stand.
“Good morning to me,” I mutter, not bothering to hide how fucking ravenous I am looking her over. “Is this how you answer the door when the delivery guy comes over also?”
She grins and leans sideways on the frame. “Every time. My packages are never broken now,” she says, and that little smirk on her lips is my entire downfall.
I curse my brother.
Him and his romantic heart.
“Really? Maybe I should try it. Do you know, some of themthrowmy things on the porch,” I say, trying to recover and not trip as I cross the space to her.
“Oh you poor thing,” she taunts, her head tilting playfully.
“I know,” I sigh. “It’s rude. I mightactuallyneed consoling about it.”
“I have to warn you, I’m not very good at consoling. You’ll have to walk me through it,” she teases.
“Darling, that part is easy. You just stroke and nod.”
Juniper snorts, hand flying over her mouth, and I grin because it’s my new favorite sound.
“I should throw you off the porch for that. You’re ridiculous,” she laughs, opening the door for me.
She starts to turn and walk away, but I reach for her wrist and pull her back. She gasps when I hug her waist beneath the cardigan, her barely covered torso coming flush to mine.
The satin feels like butter beneath my fingertips. Our noses brush, and I squeeze her supple body because I can’t fucking help it. Ineedto touch her. Ineedto have her. Her eyes are dilated so beautifully when she looks up at me. I take her hands into mine and push them around my neck, forcing her closer.
“Are you going to let me in this time?” I quietly ask.
She swallows, jaw dropping as her gaze moves to my lips. “I don’t know. I’m enjoying watching you beg.”
Tease.
