Page 17 of When October Starts

Her gaze shifted to my lips, then they moved down to my chest. “Let’s live in the moment. I don’t wanna think about the future.”

There it was again; her way of making me forget about everything bad in the world. I pulled her close to me and placed my lips on hers, and she was quick to straddle my lap.

I had to be careful. Although I wanted more, I didn’t wanna ruin anything between us. I didn’t want her to have a negative experience with me, or feel like I was pressuring her to do things she wasn’t comfortable with, but the way she pushed her body against mine told me that she wasn’t as inexperienced as I thought she was.

Chapter Sixteen

Juno

His hands moved from my back down to my bottom, cupping it and pulling me against his chest. My hands were buried in his thick, wavy hair, and our tongues danced slowly with each other.

He was being gentle, but I wanted more. I pulled at his hair and pushed my tongue deeper into his mouth. For a second, I was in charge, but he quickly took over by pushing my hips against his, making me feel his hardness grow in his sweatpants. I could feel every part of him, and for the first time ever, I moved one hand under his sweatshirt, feeling the muscles I didn’t know he had under my touch.

His body wasn’t built like a bodybuilder, but he had broad shoulders and insanely defined muscles on his stomach. I smiled, wondering how I got so lucky.

I started to move my hips back and forth on my own while I traced every line and crease on his body.

Low groans escaped him, making his chest vibrate every time.

“Juno,” he whispered into the kiss, but I ignored him and kept on kissing him with as much passion possible. I tugged at his hair again, moving my tongue against his and tasting every inch of his mouth. My hand on his stomach pushed his sweatshirt up, so that I had full access to his upper body.

“Juno,” he said again, but this time he broke the kiss to look me in the eyes. We were both out of breath, and he moved his hands up to my back again. “Clothes stay on,” he told me with a serious undertone.

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

I frowned, proving my point of him being the main reason why I did that a lot. “I’ve seen a man naked before, Ezra,” I told him.

“I’m sure you have,” he chuckled, brushing his thumbs along my back. “But I don’t think I can hold back if we go any further.”

“Don’t you wanna touch me?”

“I do. Jesus, Juno. Of course I wanna touch you. But I think we should take this part slow. We’ve got time. I wanna enjoy every second I have with you, and fucking you right here on our second date is not what I had in mind.”

I raised a brow. “Who said anything about fucking?”

“No one said it out loud, but we’re both thinking it.” He was right. The truth was; I was still a virgin, and deep down, I was scared to have sex for the first time.

I looked down at his chiseled stomach, then ran my finger through the deep crease in the middle of it. “Okay,” I said quietly. “Clothing stays on. But we can still kiss, right?”

He let out a laugh and squeezed both my thighs before his hands cupped my face, pulling me close until our lips met again.

*

“Told you it was the uncle. It’s always the one who helps with the search. I could tell he was lying from the start.” It was late, almost midnight, and I was lying on top of Ezra with my head on his chest and his arms around my body.

“It was fairly obvious. I would’ve arrested him the first time questioning him,” he agreed.

I turned my head to look into his eyes, with my chin propped on my hand. “Are you sure you want me to go home? It’s late and dark out. What if a serial killer abducts me?”

“Hm, you’re right. They always go for the pretty ones,” he muttered, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

He sighed. “Fine, you can stay. But you have to follow that one rule, all right? Clothing stays on.”

I grinned and rolled my eyes. “Okay, okay. But I can sleep with you. In your bed,” I said.

He slowly nodded, and I placed a soft kiss to his lips to show him how excited I was to sleep in his arms tonight. “I’ll be good,” I whispered into the kiss, knowing that I probably wasn’t going to be.

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