Page 35 of Pack Baines

It takes some herculean effort to pull back, but I manage it, only to growl, “As fucking gorgeous as you are in ass-hugging jeans, I need you out of them. Out of everything, actually.”

“You’ll have to put me down to make that happen,” she tenses for a whole two seconds before she forces herself to relax and murmur against my mouth, like she’s just as reluctant to part as I am.

A grin teases my lips, but I do as I’m told, awkwardly navigating the small space until I find the edge of the bed. It’s only then that I release my hold on my girl, lying her on the bed before crawling on top of her. My mouth is latched to hers the in the next breath, her addictive lips luring me in before I can peel any article of clothing from her body.

As soon as I’ve pinned her to the bed, Juno’s hands begin to wander. It’s almost innocent at first, her fevered touch roaming over my back over my shirt at a pace that’s completely contradictory to the way she’s kissing me. It’s as though she’s reminding herself that I’m real, much like I had before, and I can’t help but prove it to her by resting some of my weight on her, effectively pinning her to the bed. It’s only then that the little minx sneaks her hands beneath my shirt.

The first touch of her skin against mine sets my insides on fire, and a fierce need damn near bowls me the fuck over. My purr rattles out of my chest at the first touch, and Juno moans against my mouth as she flattens her palms over my back before she exploresevery ridge and divot, mapping me out with her touch alone as she melts beneath me.

“Fuck, you have no idea how badly I’ve wanted your hands on me,” I breathe once I’m able to finally pull my lips from hers.

“Since I came back?” she pants, pretty blue eyes glassy as they blink up at me.

I shake my head. “Since I hit puberty and learned what sex was.”

Juno blinks at me for a moment, stunned, before she suddenly laughs so loud that I can’t help but grin, my heart soaring at the sound and sight I never thought I’d be blessed with again.

“I was always touching you before I left,” she reminds me, that soft, happy little smile on her face that makes me feel like the richest man on the fucking earth. I want that smile to stay for always, and I’d give my left nut sack to make that happen.

I lean in and rub my nose against hers before confessing, “And as much as I loved that, how comfortable and at home you were with us, I’ve wanted you touching me and me touching you in far less innocent ways since I discovered boobs.”

“Is this you saying you want to touch my boobs?” she teases breathlessly, the air thickening around us further still with her sweetness, her perfume full of sugar and sex and everything I want to devour.

I flash a grin. “I won’t ever turn down the opportunity to touch your boobs, Angel.”

She laughs again, and my heart warms at the sound, my lips brushing hers while she soothes my soul with her amusement.

Surprising me, Juno nips at my lower lip, and a growl vibrates through my chest at the same time I start purring for her again, and I swear her eyes roll to the back of her head. But then she’s wrapping her legs around me, tugging me close, and whispering, “Then you should probably do something about it.”

“Gladly,” I respond, giving her a hard kiss before tearing away from her, sitting on the heels of my boots before eyeing the vision before me.

Lying on dark-purple sheets, comforters and fluffy blankets that match her hair, Juno looks up at me from desire-filled eyes, her full lips twitching with a suppressed smile. Her shirt has ridden up enough to reveal a strip of bare skin, pale in complexion but not entirely smooth. My jaw clenches, and I make a note to mention it when I’m not about to fall into everything that is my girl, and focus on the vision before me. Hip bones are prominent above the waistband of the jeans that have been wreaking havoc on my control all night, and toned thighs remain snug around my waist like she’s almost afraid to let me go.

Taking the offer for what it is, I reach out to touch her, my hands instantly going to her bare stomach. Juno sucks in a sharp breath the moment my fingers trace several raised scars, and my gaze flicks to hers, finding her watching raptly as my hands trail slowly upward, taking her shirt with them. Her lip is tucked between her teeth with worry, but I can’t seem to pull away, to reassure her with words. Instead, I let instincts rule. If I’m going to show her how fucking beautiful she is, it’ll be with actions instead of words.

So, with my heart beating thunderously with every inch of skin revealed and a want so desperate forcing my breaths out in pants, I splay my whole hand against her, my purr intensifying when I feel her flesh beneath my palm.

My cock is already hard and aching from what little I’ve teased her with tonight, just one look from her turning me rigid, but now? Hell, I’m falling apart at the seams. I’m hard enough that the zipper of my jeans has become my mortal enemy, the knot at the base of my shaft already begging for her. And that right there snaps whatever slow and gentle tactic I was attempting. If my girl wants slow and gentle, she can find it with my brother or packmates, because right now? Right now, I just fucking need her and whatever the hell she’s willing to offer.

With that thread snapped, I practically shove her shirt up and over her head, revealing lace-encased breasts, no more than a handful, but the perfect amount to have my mouth watering and my hands twitching to touch.

Sensing the urgency, Juno doesn’t bother wasting another second with her worry, her nimble fingers unlatching the button and lowering the zipper to her jeans before she starts shoving them from her body. Creamy and slightly marred skin is revealed inch by inch, and I’m transfixed by the sight. Tight jeans cuffed around her thighs, she lies in nothing but matching lace panties that beg to be torn off. I have to swallow hard to beat back the urge to grip them in my fists and shred them, baring her completely.

“You’ll need to help if you plan on doing anything more than stare,” Juno quietly informs, a note of teasing in her words, but there’s something else there. Something soft and vulnerable andmine.

Gaze snapping from the part of her body I’ve only been acquainted with once and plan on rectifying, I peer at her from beneath my eyelashes and my purr kicks up once more when I find her watching me with hints of insecurity and worry.

That won’t do.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Juniper,” I rasp, hands reaching for her, fingers trailing over her stomach and ribs, the pads of my fingertips teasing the underwire of the bra that toes the line between sexy and sweet. “Fucking stunning.”

Sure enough, her perfume spreads all through the room at the compliment, and I can’t help but grin down at her, enjoying the way she blushes enough to stain her cheeks and chest a pretty pink color that suits her just as much as her purple hair.

“My girl likes compliments, huh?” I wonder, my voice sounding like I’ve been gargling on gravel, laced with arousal.

Juno shakes her head, and my hands pause and my eyebrows pinch, but she washes away the confusion when sheadmits, “As nice as they are, it’s the way you’re looking at me while you offer them that does it for me.”

“And how am I looking at you, Angel?” I push, finding myself desperate for the answer.

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