Page 26 of That Kiss

I roll my eyes at her comment. I know she’s still being petty about our conversation earlier regarding the reasons we shouldn’t pursue this.

“Am I breaking some rule by being out?” I sit back and look at her. “Better yet, why are you out? Don’t you have a business to run, young lady?” I give her my best stern look that makes her laugh—the same laugh I heard her give Trevor earlier. That tightness in my chest comes back.

“You know, at some point I realized I need to go out and just dance if I’m feeling overwhelmed, then I can just pick it all back up tomorrow.” She shrugs.

“Well, seems we both needed a night to just let loose.”

We’re staring at each other and I know she feels exactly what I’m feeling right now, because her face says it all.

“Is someone feeling . . .” she reaches her hand out and slowly drags her finger down my thigh, “frustrated?”

“You’re something else,” I shake my head with a stupid fucking grin on my face that I know spreads ear to ear, “you know that?”

But less than 10 seconds later, our moment is ruined when Trevor’s arms come around Juniper’s waist and pick her up. She yelps then laughs when he puts her on her feet and spins her into a dance.

I finish the beer, slamming it a little too hard on the bar top, but the jealousy flipped to anger about two seconds ago when Trevor’s hands wandered past her waist and down to her ass. I watch her grab his hands and attempt to pull them up, but he just grabs harder, leaning in. Half a second later, I’m off my stool and across the dance floor.

“You’re done.” I push Trevor off with one hand, grabbing Juney’s hand with the other. “Don’t ever put your fucking hands on a woman without her permission again.” I point my finger in his face and he steps back with his hands up.

“Sorry, boss. I was just playing around, I swear!”

“What the he?—”

Juniper’s words stumble when I pull her across the floor and out the back of the bar. I don’t wait for her to finish or explain as I press her against the building wall, my tongue already demanding entrance to her lips. Her hands are in my hair, and my hat’s on the ground behind me as I fuck her mouth with my tongue.

She’s clawing at me like she can’t get enough. I press my thigh between hers as her hips grind down on it, her warmth against my jeans making my cock grow even harder.

Seconds later, she’s pushing against me until we’re both panting. “Funny . . . you just gave Trevor a speech about touching a woman without her permission.”

“You did give me permission,” I take a step closer to her, “the second I walked into that bar tonight and saw the way you looked at me.” I tip her chin upward with just the tip of one finger. “You want me to take it, don’t you, baby?”

“I said on my terms,” she says. I give her a questioning look. “I said it has to be on my terms.” She gives me that flirty, coy grin she gave me at her house when I grabbed her ass. Like she’s completely unfazed—like her pussy isn’t wet and throbbing for me.

I narrow my gaze, stepping closer to her until her back hits the bricks behind us. I’m towering over her slight frame. I slide my hand up her chest, pressing her against the wall with one hand as the other slides down the front of her shorts and panties and right into her wet, warm pussy. Her lips part and she gasps when I slide my ring and middle finger deep inside her.

“You wanna try explaining that to me again?” I hold her in place, watching her as I pump my fingers in and out of her, only leaning in just enough for her lips to barely graze mine. “We both know that none of those boys in there can satisfy you like you need.” My fingers continue their slow, deep strokes. Her eyelids flutter, her fingers attempting to curl against the brick wall behind her.

“Please.” It’s so hushed it’s almost a prayer.

“Please what?” I whisper against her lips.

“Kiss me.”

“Look at me, Juniper,” I demand, and her eyes widen.

“I’m not interested in games, so I’m going to spell this out for you.” I deepen my strokes, rubbing my thumb against her clit in small circles. “I’m the one taking you home tonight. I’m the one fucking you tonight. I’m the one whose name you’re going to be saying.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” The cries eventually devolve into mumbled groans as her teeth sink into my shoulder.

Chapter 12

Juniper

I’m embarrassed at how easily I fall apart when he touches me—when he looks at me. It’s like a flurry of electric pulses fire off at once in every nerve ending in my body and I’m going to explode.

“Mmm,” he moans around his fingers as he pulls them from his lips. His eyes are closed like he’s savoring the taste of me in his mouth. “Fuck, you taste so good.” Now his dark eyes fly open as he closes the distance between our lips. I can taste the tartness of my own release on his tongue. “I need your scent in my beard again.” His moves grow frenzied, his hands gripping my thighs as he wraps them around his waist.

I break the kiss, glancing up to our left. He follows, his eyes spotting the camera a second after mine.

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