Page 28 of That Kiss

We don’t bother trying to make it upstairs. His hands are in my hair, my lips on his as we fall to the floor in a tangled mess.

“Everything about you is perfect.” His words come out in a rushed pant as I ride him, his hands now on my back as he licks and bites at my nipples. I slide up and down his length, my head falling back in pure lust.

This is what sex should feel like. This is what it felt like in my fantasies. But the two guys I had sex with before Decker felt nothing like this. This feels like ecstasy, like we’re connecting in every way possible, like it’s not just sex.

“Look at me.”

I pull my eyes back to his. His hand slides up my slick back, grabbing my nape as leverage to pull me down harder.

“Ohh, God, I can’t,” I groan when he goes that deep, stretching me to my absolute limit.

“You’re gonna take it either way, Juniper.” He doesn’t relent, and my body aches with need. “Absolutely no mercy.” He groans. We’re both so close, right on the edge, and then, without another word, we both come undone. I dig my nails into his back as I ride out the last waves of pleasure.

“Trying to mark me?” It sounds genuine rather than sarcastic, and the way he’s looking at me right now has me wondering if it’s more of a request than a question.

“Maybe,” I say softly, my eyes searching his for reassurance.

“Mmm.” He leans into my neck, his cock pulsing inside me as he presses his lips against my warm skin. “You’re gonna make me hard again, baby.”

“And you’re going to make me sore.”

“Good.” He flips me onto my back on the ottoman, coming to his knees. He places one bent knee out at ninety degrees as he grabs my hips and pulls me onto him. “Tomorrow, I want you to remember how good I fucked you.” He picks up the pace, his hips slapping against my ass. “I want you to think of me every single time you move.” He leans over me with one hand above my head on the ottoman, his hips tilting up when he hits the end of each stroke, causing me to gasp every time. “Just like I’m going to think of you every time I look in the mirror and see those scratches on my back.”

I’m done. I can’t fight the fact that I’m still in love with this man, now more than ever. No matter how much I want this to just be a fun summer fling so I can finally move on from the hold he has on me, I know that what we’re doing is only going to make it harder.

I want it all with him: the kids and pets and family vacations. But everyone knows Deck has always been a ladies’ man with no intentions of settling down.

The night falls into waves. We go from passionate and tender to rough and demanding.

Decker bends me over, commanding I keep my ass in the air for him to enjoy, with a slap that echoes around the room and leaves my ass red and stinging.

But then he’s tending to me, holding me, telling me I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever touched, ever kissed, while sliding into me gently. Finally, he carries me upstairs, tucking me into bed with his arms around me, and pulling me tight against his chest.

“Good night. No running away this time.”

“Coffee?” I extend a mug toward Decker when he walks into the kitchen. The look of surprise on his face probably matches mine as I see him walk toward me in a fitted navy suit with his cowboy boots and hat.

“Thought I was the only one who got up before the sun.” He takes the coffee and leans against the counter next to me.

“Pretty fancy to tend to a ranch?”

“Oh,” he looks down at himself, “heading to Denver today with my pops and Ranger. Gotta go kiss some politician’s ass or some shit.”

“Well, you look nice.”

More like deliciously drop-dead fuckable.

“Thank you. How are you feeling?”

“Meh,” I wince and it makes him chuckle. “Let’s just say I’ll be sore for longer than a day.”

“Hmm,” he lets out one of those low, sexy grumbles as he adjusts himself through his slacks, “can’t say that doesn’t do something for me.”

“I figured I’d get up with you since I need a ride back to the bar so I can grab my car and get ready at home before work. Guess I didn’t expect for my night of low-key dancing to end up . . .” I feel my cheeks flush.

“Regret it?”

“No.”

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