Page 18 of Chasing Wild Heart

As soon as my achingly stiff dick is protected, I plant my hands around her waist and yank her off the table. Before she has a chance to respond, I spin her around and bend her over the surface.

I should take my time and ease into her, but I can’t. My desire to feel her is too strong. The moment I slam into her warmth, my eyes flutter shut and a deep groan escapes from my throat.

“Fuck, Dash,” she groans passionately, bracing herself on her forearms, pushes her ass back to match my brutal thrusts. “You feel so fucking good.”

I’m too caught up with how fucking fantastic her body feels with mine to respond properly. An animalistic caveman grunt is all I can handle. My hands grip her hips tighter as I piston into her harder. Faster. Deeper.

Everything about this moment shoves me to the edge. The way she moans my name. The slick warmth of her body. The sound of our skin slapping together.

Seconds before euphoria blinds me, I pull out, rip the condom off, and yank on my cock once before spraying my release onto her back and curvy ass.

“Shit, Juniper,” I cry out, shutting my eyes, and succumb to the beautiful ecstasy washing over me.

With one final whimper, I collapse against her back, not giving a damn about smearing the product of my climax over me.

My lips press against her shoulder blade before I reluctantly peel myself off her spent body. I disappear into the small bathroom to wipe myself clean before grabbing a blue towel hanging from a hook and running warm water over a matching washcloth.

I can’t help but feather light kisses over her skin as I gently run the damp cloth over the mess I made. Juni whines dramatically when I carefully pry her off the table, wrap the towel around her, and gingerly push her toward the bathroom.

“You should probably go pee,” I suggest, my lips brushing over her damp forehead.

“So bossy,” she mutters, clutching the towel to her chest before slowly shuffling away.

“Don’t blame me if you get a UTI,” I tease, gently swatting her ass.

I scrub a hand down my face as soon as the door closes.

Do I stay? Do I go?What exactly is the protocol here?

My last meaningless fling had been about a year ago during an off-period with Tara. After the requisite amount of cuddling to not look like a complete asshole, I had hightailed it out of there because I had no intention of staying the night.

But now? Do I want to spend the night? I glance around the area as if it holds the answer, but only spot a trail of discarded clothes and the used condom on the wood flooring.

I grin like an idiot even as I clean the spot and properly dispose of the protection. A quick spot check is totally worth marking her.

The bathroom door creaks open, and I turn to watch Juni lumber out with the towel neatly wrapped around her. Her eyes are heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction as I take her hand and lead her to the unmade bed. I chuckle when she face plants onto the mattress and struggles to roll onto her back, attempting to keep the covering in place.

I guess I should leave.A pang of disappointment creeps through me as I pick up my pants near the table.

I shake out my jeans when she calls out my name.

“Yeah?” I look over my shoulder to see her leaning back on her elbows.

The towel no longer covers her delicious body. Lust dances in her warm, dark eyes. Her legs spread open, gifting me another peek at her beautiful pussy.

My gaze greedily travels north to find her crooking her index finger at me. “More.”

The corner of my lips pull into a satisfied smile as my fingers drop my jeans onto the floor.

I don’t even question how or why I’m happy to return to her.

Sexmakeseverythingbetter.But amazingly mind-blowing sex with Juni makes me ridiculously happy and surprisingly productive.

I’m too busy smiling like a lovesick fool to contemplate how this hookup differs vastly from the previous ones. It just is. She pulls me in without saying a single word or doing anything special.

As if spending the night at her place almost every night over the past two weeks isn’t enough, I’m pathetically sitting in my car parked in the back lot reserved for the management staff at the hair salon and diner. The engine hums softly to keep me warm from the early November chill as I patiently wait for Juni to return from campus. My ridiculous eagerness to see her would rather hang out in my car for twenty minutes like a dedicated stalker than remain at my house like a lonely puppy.

I used to be a smart man.I sigh, lightly banging my head against the headrest.

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