“Why would this end up in flames?” I ask. “It’s just one night,right? We can be professional and chill after. No need for this to be anything more.”
A look I can’t name flashes across her face before she gives me a slight smirk. I’ve never seen her smile, and I can only imagine how it would affect me if the slightest uptilt of her lips has me pressing my thighs together.
“You’re right. Everything will be back to normal tomorrow, but for tonight, it’s just us. I’m going to take such good care of you, and I want you to be as loud as you want. I need to know I’m doing my job right.”
Why is my mouth dry?
“Okay.”
“Show me your bedroom, Juniper.”
“Can’t we just… do it on the couch?” I’m not sure my room is hook-up ready. I wasn’t expecting this, and I didn’t have time to hide the things that might put her off.
“No, sunshine. I need room to eat. And if I only get one night, you’d better believe I’m making the most of it.”
Fuck.
With a deep inhale, I lead her to the dark brown barn doors to the right of the living room. Her body is never more than a few inches from mine as I slide them open and reveal the sage green walls, a queen-sized bed with cream sheets and a flannel blanket, and a floral rug. The space is simple; I usually only spend time in it when I’m sleeping.
The room on the opposite side of the living room is the one I spend the most hours in. The light in there is immaculate right as the sun sets.
My eyes immediately home in on the purple stuffed dog lying on my unmade bed. I don’t have a matching bed set because the top sheets get too tangled for my liking, and I sleep with the homemade quilts Mama makes. I never make my bed. What’s the point? I always get in and mess it up anyway.
Now I wish that were a habit I had created.
Addison is still standing behind me, and my pulse races. Does she think my room is silly? Is she turned off that a grown woman has a stuffed animal that’s clearly meant for a child? What if she?—
One gentle hand wraps around my waist while the other slides my hair over to one shoulder. Addison leans forward and gently whispers against my cheek, “I can feel you overthinking. Don’t. I want to be here. I want you. Whatever it is you’re worrying about, I assure you I’m not even thinking about it. All that’s on my mind is getting you out of this dress.”
I wish it were that easy to just… not overthink things, but it’s not. Though her assurances help. I take a deep breath, willing my body to relax and be in this moment. The only time I’ll get to have this goddess of a woman again. I don’t want to waste our time together stressing.
Mustering every ounce of courage I have, I spin around and step back, shucking the dress over my head. As soon as it’s over my head, my breasts fall free, and I’m in nothing but a pale pink high-cut thong.
Addison’s gaze slowly travels from my eyes down, burning a slow path over every inch of exposed skin. The slight parting of her lips as she steps closer to me has my nipples hardening into stiff peaks. Slowly, like she’s waiting for me to pull away, she cups my right breast and runs a calloused thumb over my nipple, sending a shock of arousal straight to my clit.
I gasp, arching into her touch.
“Just as responsive as I remember,” she whispers reverently. Her hand slides down my waist, her touch scorching my skin. Her fingers toy with the lace of my thong, snapping it gently against my skin. “Take this off and lie on the bed.”
I’m quick to obey, bending at the waist and sliding the thong down my thighs until it sits on the floor. I hear the clank of her belt buckle and thezipof her zipper as I climb onto my bed and sit facing Addison. I get settled just in time to see her toss her shirt on the floor, followed quickly by her plain blackbra.
This is so different from the first time we were together. Then, it was all desperate kisses and frenzied hands. Now, we have more time, and Addison seems intent on taking as much as she can.
I let out a sigh when she turns, and I catch sight of her gloriously naked form. Toned stomach, tan skin, and perky breasts with the rosiest nipples just begging to be sucked on. I think in a past life, Addison must have been an angel.
A grumpy angel, probably, but an angel, nonetheless.
“You’re beautiful,” I breathe out, finally looking her in the eyes again.
She doesn’t say anything as she crawls onto the bed, prompting me to lean back so she’s hovering over me, her honey gold hair a curtain around us. “Not half as beautiful as you.”
My face heats. I know my body’s changed some since the last time we were together, but the hungry look in her eye erases any fear I may have about her not liking it. She leans in and teases her mouth against mine, pressing her bare breasts against mine.
Why does it already feel like this if it’s only supposed to be for tonight?
Chapter 8
I can feelJuniper’s heart racing. She lets out a slight gasp as my tongue breaches her lips and tangles with hers, and her hands thread through my hair like she’s trying to keep my mouth against hers.
