Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
She doesn’t.
I close the distance, my lips brushing hers, testing, waiting. Her breath hitches, and then she’s kissing me back, tentative at first, like she’s afraid of the fire she’s about to stoke.
But then it ignites.
Her hands tangle in my shirt, pulling me closer, and my restraint snaps. I kiss her like she’s air and I’ve been drowning, my hands cupping her face, holding her like she might disappear.
She tastes like wildfire and something sweeter, something I can’t name but know I’ll crave for the rest of my life.
I pull back just enough to meet her gaze, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen. “Juniper…”
She shakes her head, her hands sliding up my chest, her touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. “Don’t stop.”
Her words undo me.
I pause, my forehead resting against hers, my breathing ragged. “Are you sure?”
She nods, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. “Yes.”
I capture her lips again, my hands exploring the curve of her waist, the softness of her skin. Every inch of her feels like it was made to fit against me, and the thought sends a rush of possessiveness through me. Her hair fans out like a halo on the pillow, her expressive eyes hanging on mine.
“You’re mine, city girl,” I murmur against her lips, the words slipping out before I can stop them.
She doesn’t argue. Instead, she pulls me closer, her nails digging into my shoulders as if she’s afraid I’ll pull away.
Clothes are discarded in a blur, and the cool air of the tower is nothing compared to the heat building between us. I take my time, exploring every inch of her, memorizing the way she gasps, the way her body arches against mine.
“Flint…” Her voice is breathless, my name a melody I never want to stop hearing.
I press a kiss to her neck, her collarbone, my hands mapping the curves of her body like I’m forging something unbreakable.
She's so adorable, her softer side revealed after the intense stress of the day, the small chip on her shoulder finally gone in favor of the flirtatious and easygoing woman I've become obsessed with.
I can't deny it anymore.
I’m a damn puppy dog when it comes to this woman.
"You’re so damn sweet, Juniper, it obsesses me."
Her eyelids flutter open wide.
My entire body is strung tight and aching for her. Just the thought of making a feast of her sweet little pussy is enough to make my cock leak like a faucet.
Her small mouth parts as she looks at me, making my erection throb even harder with the desire to connect with this woman on a deeper level.
"I like spending time with you," she says, her words igniting pride within me.
I kiss her lips, starting off gently before growing more passionate and fervent.
"You have no idea what you do to me," I say between kisses. "I find myself constantly thinking of all the different ways I could kiss you." I nibble at the corner of her smile. "And make you all soft and warm in my hands..." My hands explore her body, discovering new curves and contours.
Her heavy breasts make my mouth water, nipples puckering in the cool air before I cover them with my tongue, licking and then sucking sweetly. I love how responsive she is, how she moans and arches against me, her fingertips in my hair as she pulls me closer to her. I love the feel of her against my hard muscles.
"Do you want me to keep kissing you?" I whisper.
She nods eagerly, her tongue tracing my lips with delicious sweetness.
She tastes like a mixture of sweet honey and warm cinnamon, and each second that she's on my tongue only intensifies my desire for her.
"Say it," I command softly.
With a nod and a plea in her eyes, she says, "Please, kiss me, Flint."
Those words are all it takes for my primal instincts to take over.
"You make me want to protect you," I say before claiming her lips once again.
I push my hands up her creamy thighs with a low growl.
"I want to spend my nights buried between these beautiful thighs," I say.
I push her legs apart, my thumbs stroking the wet seam of her cotton panties.
"So fucking soaked for me, sweetheart," I observe, sliding my thumb along the damp crotch of her panties. "I love how responsive this sweet cunt is to my touch."
She moans, arching into me.
"Eager pussy we have here," I grin, sliding my nose against the damp fabric. "And it smells sweeter than a sweet peach."
She hums, arches, fingers meeting mine at the center of her chest.
"Say you want me to taste you," I order.
"Please taste my pretty pussy. I'm so soaking wet and ready for you."
I growl against her cunt, pleased when she trembles against me and a fresh wave of desire soaks through her little panties. "You like that dirty talk, don't you, sugar?"