Page 56 of That Kiss

I squat down on the floor in front of her, reaching down to remove her socks one at a time.

“You were naughty tonight, Juniper, flirting with those boys.” I click my tongue.

“They were flirting with me; I didn’t flirt back.”

“Stand up.” She obeys and I get to my knees, running my hands up her bare legs and beneath the hem of her shorts so I can grab two handfuls of her ass. “You led them on though, didn’t you? Not telling them you had a man sitting right there.”

Her eyes narrow and she flashes that coy grin. “Maybe,” she shrugs, playing into my game. “It was just innocent fun.”

I turn her around, bending her forward until her hands are resting on the bed. I lean forward, biting a mouthful of her ass.

“Shit,” she hisses, “that hurt.”

“Good.” I lean back, admiring the perfect outline of my teeth in her flesh. “And when it starts to fade, I’m going to do it again, so that whenever you go out and wear these little shorts that show your ass, every man will know you’ve been marked.” I stand up and turn her around to face me. “I told you, you’re mine, and I have no interest in sharing—not even the innuendo that there’s a chance with someone else.”

She looks up at me, her eyes glassy with desire. “You know there’s never been anyone but you.” She reaches for a button on my shirt, slowly undoing that one and then another before leaning in to plant a kiss. “You’re the only man I’ve ever loved.”

I wish I could say the same to her—that no one else has ever had any part of my heart. “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you,” we press our foreheads together, “and while I wish I could say no other woman has taken up space in my heart but you, I know that no one,” I squeeze my eyes shut, the thought of losing her almost too much, “will love you the way I will.”

Her arms are sliding around my neck, her lips coming to mine as our bodies melt together. “There’s something I never told you,” she whispers against my mouth. I’m frozen for a second, unsure if I can handle any more secrets. “There never was a boyfriend.”

“Never a boyfriend?”

“After you kissed me that night and went back to Texas, I thought that was it. I had no idea you were seriously thinking about moving back, and when I ran into Ranger, I just blurted out that I had a boyfriend. I thought . . .”

He places his thumbs under my chin and tilts it upward so I’m looking at him. “You thought what?”

“That if you found out, it might make you jealous.” Her eyes dart back and forth as she tries to read my expression. “It was stupid and I didn’t think it through, but yeah, I wanted you to be jealous.”

I drag my thumbs slowly down her throat until I reach the base of it, wrapping my fingers gently around her delicate neck. “Just when I think you’re a good girl, you go and prove me wrong.” His fingers tighten with the slightest amount of pressure against my neck.

“I’m sorry,” I eek the words out.

“I’m not,” he says with a devilish grin, “because now I get to take it out on you. I didn’t like hearing you had a boyfriend—knowing some other man was touching you, tasting you. You did make me jealous, and now you’re going to apologize to me with your body.”

I break contact with her, stepping back a few feet and grabbing a chair. I drag it closer, sitting down. “I want you to strip for me like the first night.”

She reaches for the first button on her vest, popping them open one at a time until it hangs open. Instead of removing the vest right away, she reaches inside, touching her breasts, cupping them, and rolling her nipples between her fingers.

“Show me how you like to be touched.” My hand slides down to my belt to undo it, my cock begging to break free from its denim prison.

She pulls the vest down her arms, dropping it to the floor before reaching for her shorts. Her eyes remain focused on me, my hand now fisting my cock that’s at full mast, sliding up and down my length.

She pulls her shorts and panties down her thighs slowly before turning to face the bed and gliding down onto her hands and knees. She looks back at me, her hair wild and untamed.

“Oh, fuck me, that’s a pretty view.”

She already knows what I want. She slides forward, one arm down on the bed so her ass is on full display. She spreads her knees apart slightly, reaching down with her fingers to tease herself. Her movements grow rapid, her fingers drawing circles on her clit as she moans. I can smell her arousal and my mouth waters to taste her again.

“Show me how wet you are.”

Her hand dips lower, sliding between her folds before spreading her lips apart. A guttural groan erupts from my chest as she slides two fingers deep inside herself.

“Fuck, I could listen to that sound all day.” I stand up, walking closer until I kneel down behind her. “Don’t you dare stop. I want you to make yourself come so I can taste it.”

Her moans grow louder, faster, as her fingers slide in and out, stretching her tight hole. I can’t handle it any longer and neither can she—her thighs shake, her arm buckling. I lean forward, lapping at her opening.

When she finishes, she’s a crumpled ball on my bed, my beard now soaked in her release. I take the opportunity to remove my clothes, walking over to the nightstand to retrieve the toy I bought to use on her. I crawl up her body, leaving a trail of kisses along the way until I reach her mouth.

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