Page 49 of That Kiss

Chapter 20

Juniper

“I’m gonna talk to your dad.”

“Excuse me?” I lift myself up onto my arm so I’m looking down at Decker in his bed. “About what?”

“Us.” He lifts his hand and cups my breast gently, slowly swiping his thumb back and forth over my nipple.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? Because I want him to know my intentions with you.”

“I don’t even know what your intentions are with me.” I grab his hand and pull it from me. “We haven’t even had that talk yet.”

He pushes himself up into a sitting position, fluffing the pillow behind him before leaning back. “Fine, let’s have that talk right now since we never did end up having it when we should have.”

“Okay, what are your intentions with me?”

“To get the obvious out of the way: marry you and have a few babies with you.”

“A few?” A giddy smile bursts across my face as I say it.

“You always told everyone you were going to have three little girls when you became a mommy. Did that change?” I shake my head. “Good, so we get married, have our three little girls, and then I plan on spending the rest of my life worshiping you.” He runs his fingers through my hair and down my arm. “And giving you and our daughters a safe and loving home. How does that sound?”

“Perfect.” The tears are already threatening to fall.

“We haven’t even gotten to all the juicy details yet.” He bounces his eyebrows. “The nights of endless orgasms.” He replaces his fingertips with his lips, kissing my shoulder softly. “Your husband’s tireless tongue, which can’t possibly devour you often enough to satisfy his insatiable hunger for your taste.”

My eyelids lose their battle, fluttering closed as he trails his teeth along my neck, his voice continuing its erotic explanation of how he plans to please me.

“Mmm, tell me more.”

It’s only a few minutes of his dirty talk before I’m pulling the sheet from him and climbing over his lap—his cock at my entrance, his lips on my breast, as I ease myself up and down the tip of his cock.

“Ohhh, you fucking tease.” He tries to force me down, but I stop his movements.

“Keep your hands still,” I command, holding them against my waist as I continue my up-and-down motion, taking him deeper every few strokes. By the time I’ve found the perfect, long, deep rhythm, we’re both moaning, trying to hold back from coming too soon.

“It’s no wonder men have fought wars over you for centuries.” We both stare up at the ceiling, catching our breath. “I can confidently say you could get away with anything right now.”

“That’s good to know.” I roll over and kiss his cheek. “I’ll keep that in mind next time I want to get my way.” He grabs a handful of my ass, pulling me tighter against him.

“You could spit in my face and I’d still give you anything you wanted.”

“Well,” I run my fingers through his chest hair, “in that case, can you please hold off on speaking to my father then?”

His head lifts. “Why?”

“Don’t panic. It doesn’t mean I don’t feel the same way about you, I know . . .” I look down at my fingers. “I didn’t say it back to you last night, but I wanted to. I love you, I really do.” Finally admitting that out loud makes me feel like I’m going to explode. He grabs me around the waist, making me yelp as he drags me beneath him and buries his face in my neck.

“Fuck, I love hearing that.” He looks up at me. “Say it again.”

“I love you.” I look into his eyes, my entire world coming into view. “But this—this perfect little secret bubble that nobody is messing with or asking about—is nice. Like you said, everyone, not just your family, has always meddled in our relationship. I just want to savor this a little longer, just us.”

He’s searching my face. “How long?”

“Until it becomes unbearable,” I tease.

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