His body responds just like mine does.
His mouth slams against mine, my hand getting trapped between us as his tongue sweeps past my lips. It’s tongue and teeth andyearning.
Behind me, I hear the sound of little feet and break the kiss, putting distance between us.
He wipes his thumb along his bottom lip, throwing me a wink before he turns around and ushers the kids into the kitchen so we can all cook together.
We move through the prep and cooking with ease; the kids helping where they can, their smiles wide, their laughter so loud it drowns out the music still playing. Silas touches me whenever he gets a chance, a brush of his hand on my spine, our fingers touching on the counter as we prepare vegetables and the longer we remain here, the harder it is to pretend he hasn’t stolen every piece of my heart.
Chapter Thirty-four
I click the door to the bedroom closed, drawn to the sound of Juni’s voice singing from inside the bathroom. That rasp gives her a smoky tone, warm as whiskey rolling over my skin. I don’t recognize the song she’s singing, but I don’t need to. I feel every word hit me in the chest, and I stand at the door, too content in listening to her to do much of anything else.
I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. To wake up or something.
It feels too good to be true, too perfect.
Perhaps that’s the pessimist in me, the part of me that tells me I’m not good enough for this, not goodenough for her, but each time it’s met with her smiling face and her deep, soulful eyes. She kisses me like none of that is true, and I’m clinging on, praying she’s right.
The shower shuts off, and the singing stops, but I’m frozen at the door, waiting for her.
I think I’d wait a lifetime for her.
The door unlocks, and she steps out, steam following her towel-covered body. She pauses when she spots me.
“Silas?” A little knot forms between her brows.
“I am so fucked when it comes to you, Honeybee,” I admit on a rasp, taking in her pinkened skin and the mess of hair she’s bundled into a knot on top of her head. Water droplets cling to her skin, rolling down the curves of her, getting trapped in the dip between her collarbones and the corners of her lips.
“What does that mean?” She asks, and I can’t help but reach up to smooth the line between her brows, releasing the frown. She never needs to be uncertain when it comes to me or my feelings for her.
I knew it from the moment I met her all those weeks ago that this woman was going to own me completely.
My hand slides to the nape of her neck, and I gently coax her toward me, the heat of her body wrapping around me before the dampness still clinging toher presses into the front of me. Her lips part and her eyes drop to my mouth.
I don’t leave her waiting and lower my mouth to hers. She makes me a needy man; every move I make with her is desperate, a craving so intense only she can satisfy it.
She melts against me, allowing me to explore her mouth with my tongue, tasting the mint from her toothpaste. With my mouth still attached to hers, I reach for the band securing her hair and tug it loose, letting those honey waves fall like silk down her back.
I’m in love with Juniper Scott.
So deeply and desperately, my soul is no longer mine but hers. She has me, all of me, and I want no part of me back.
Slowly, I edge us toward the bed, guiding her back until I feel her stop when the backs of her knees hit the mattress, and then let her go, watching her fall onto it. She catches herself on her elbows, lust lowering her eyelids as she watches me tug my shirt from my body, throwing it toward the hamper in the corner of the room.
My cock jerks at that look on her face, the promise, the need that matches mine and sets the world on fire beneath my feet.
I move to my belt buckle, but she shoots up, swatting my hands away so hers can do it. My brows reach my hairline as I watch her eagerly work thebuckle loose, and then she’s tugging my pants down, along with my boxers, her hand immediately going to the base of my shaft. Kicking my pants off, I can’t help but groan when she jerks me once, twice, her thumb circling the tip of me, smearing the bead of precum that’s seeped from me.
She lets go, only to suck her thumb into her mouth, and my teeth snap together.
“Juni,” I warn, but I’m met with a mischievous grin.
“I just want to make you feel as good as you’ve made me.”
My whole body coils up tight as I watch her slip to her knees in front of me, her hand going back to the base of my cock as she licks her lips.
“Fuck me,” I groan when her tongue circles my crown.
