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“Like I’m yours,” she whispers.

“You always have been,” I confirm before I’m pressing my lips against hers, trapping a gasp between us as I pour my soul into the kiss to drive home the truth of my words.

Like that kiss flips something in her, Juno kisses me just as hard, unlatching her legs enough to kick off her heels and jeans, all without once parting her mouth from mine. The moment she’s free, she bands those glorious legs back around my waist and tugs me against her, my body lining with hers in a way that makes it obvious to her, to me, and to the man on the fucking moon how badly I want her and how deeply she affects me.

Moaning against my mouth when she feels the hardened evidence that I’m absolutely losing my shit, Juno tears her mouth away and breathlessly demands, “Get naked, Lowie. Right fucking now.”

It’s the slight whine in her voice that has me backing away and making quick work of my clothes. My shirt is on the floor in a matter of seconds, my boots and socks kicked off in whatever direction they fly, my pants following moments later. It isn’t until I’m down to my boxers that I take a moment to appreciate Juno sprawled over her bed, looking like every single wet dream I’ve ever had. A wet dream made even better when she reaches behind her and unlatches her bra, peeling it away and throwing it to the floor to join the rest of our clothes.

“Jesus, Juno,” I grit, biting my lip as I trail my gaze all over her, all while breathing deeply enough to take in heavy hits of her perfume that welcomingly clings to my skin. She’s sin incarnate in nothing but black, lacy panties, her chest heaving with her needy pants as she eyes me just as thoroughly. Her gaze almost feels like a physical touch, caressing every inch of skin she devours.

But then she goes and bites her lip as those pale eyes dip lower, finding my shaft straining against the material of my boxers, and I’m absolutely done for. Ruined. Fucked six ways to Sunday. Colossally folded for this fucking girl, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Kneeling on the bed between her splayed legs, heart thundering painfully in my chest, I slowly crawl over my girl, enjoying the way her own chest heaves with her quick breaths. I smirk, knowing she’s just as affected even without a heat spike, before leaning over her pelvis and pressing a kiss to the skin just above the line of her teasing panties.

The swift inhale and release of perfume makes me groan against her, my kisses turning into small nips as I make my way up her body, creating a trail of bites and open-mouthed kisses along every inch of scarred skin I can reach.

By the time I’m lying over her, her chest is heaving, and those sparkling blues are filled with enough arousal that my dick twitches with a desperate need to be inside her. Just remembering the thought of my fingers plunged into that incredible slick heat has my entire body tightening with longing, the same longing painted over every inch of Juniper’s gorgeous face.

Leaning close enough that my mouth brushes hers when I speak, I damn near plead as I say, “You’ll have to tell me how far you’re willing to let me take this, Angel. I need you desperately enough that I’ll have you on all fours and screaming my name before you can take your next breath, but only if you tell me that’s what you want. At this point, I’ll do whatever the fuck that pretty mouth asks, so tell me what you want.”

The breath stutters out of her in a whoosh of warm air that licks my mouth with her sweet scent, and my chest rumbles in approval. Her chest is pressed snugly against mine while her tight part that little bit more before her legs band around my waist, the heels of her dainty feet tugging me closer with a strength that surprises me for only a moment before I’m grinning down at her.

“I want you,” she breathes, eyelashes fluttering closed, a pretty blush staining her cheeks as though she’s embarrassed of how breathy she sounds. Not that I fucking mind, because any sound she makes gets me harder than steel. But it’s only when she opens those pretty eyes and makes a sweet little stutter that I understand the pink stain that begs to be kissed. “I want all of you, Low, but I’ve never— this is— Fucking A, why is this so awkward?”

I freeze on top of her, my lungs clenching off their air supply while my heart stalls painfully in my chest, all while my brain tries to grasp exactly what it is she’s trying and failing to tell me. It takes a solid five seconds before the lightbulb goes off in my head and I stare down at my girl in equal parts shock and animalistic approval when I rasp, “You’ve never been with anyone?”

Slowly, Juno shakes her head, that plump lip tucked between her teeth again, and I want to beat my chest and scream from the fucking rooftops at the sight of her. The mere knowledge that no one has had the precious gift of taking her for the first time. And she makes it all the sweeter when she confesses, “Other than last night with you and Leylan, that’s the closest I’ve been to being with anyone at all. I’m not much of a people person, if you didn’t already know, and no one ever felt right getting to know well enough to go there. Plus, the hiding from the psycho family kind of ruined any attempt I would have made if I had been interested. As it was, you five have had my attention, heart, and fucking soul since—”

I can’t even let her finish, the need that’s coiling tightly in my body like a readying serpent gearing to strike leading my movements. My mouth is on Juno’s so quickly that she gasps in surprise, her words cut off by my mouth devouring hers. I should probably slow down now that I know she still blissfully has her virginity intact, but I’m a bastard, because all I can think about is the tightness of her body and how it clenched down so tightly that I could only just about keep moving thanks to her slick. And now I know why she fit around my fingers like a vise, blood roaring in my ears with the rush of pleasure that sends through every molecule of my being.

We’re both breathing hard when I pull away, and my voice comes out strained when I tell her, “You sure you want me, Angel?”

“I’m sure,” she rushes, like she didn’t even have to think about it. My heart warms, even as a bone-deep worry burrows beneath the surface of my need for her.

“It’s your first time,” I try to reason, giving it my best shot despite the roar of disapproval that rings in my head at the idea of anyone but me being her first. Like I said, I’m a bastard. It’s why I have to grit through my teeth as I try again. “It should be soft, and slow, and sweet. Maybe of the others—”

Juno’s laughter interrupts my efforts, a beautiful, lazy grin blooming over her face, and I relax instantly even as my chest tightens at the sight.

“Lowie, when have you ever known me to do something I didn’t want to do?” she asks with a place of sweetness and a side of sass. “Leaving not included, because that wasn’t my decision.”

I sigh like I’m troubled, rubbing my nose against hers with every ounce of affection I have for her, and mutter, “You make a good point. You’re as stubborn as a mule.”

“Exactly,” she almost whispers, her legs tightening around me before she continues. “So, trust me to make this particular decision, knowing it’s exactly who I want, what I want it with, and how I want it. Your cock. Inside me. Hard, deep, and mind-numbing. If I’m not chanting your name or silently screaming before coming hard enough to see stars, then I’m having a redo. As many times as it takes until I get what I want. Which, again, isyou.”

Fucking. Hell.

I knew Juno got off on dirty talk. I felt the evidence myself, her body clamping down with every filthy word uttered. What I didn’t know is that she could dish it out just as well, rendering me speechless for all of five seconds before I choke, “Game fucking on, Angel.”

Chapter 15

Juniper

My heart is hammering beneath my ribcage, so loud in fact that I’m certain Lowie could hear it over his rumbling purr that doesn’t falter, even as leans in for another soul-shattering kiss that has me desperate for more. Hell, just one look at the guy and I’m desperate for anything he’ll give me.

Gripping the back of his neck, I pull him closer, matching his energy. Our kiss is devouring, consuming, and everything I want and need. His scent surrounds me in every direction, Lowie’s warmth seeping into my body where he lies between my legs. A steady pulse at the apex of my thighs reminds me of what I want most, and as drugging as Lowie’s kisses are, I’m wound up enough that I need more. More of him, more of his body, justmore.

In tune with me and my needy moans already, Lowie tears his mouth away before he leads a trail of hot, wet kisses over my body. His lips skim my scars, and I tense for all of two seconds, sure he’s going to mention them now. But, when he does nothing more than nip, suck, and kiss at my skin as he trails lower and lower, I relax with every touch. I know I’ll have to answer whatever questions are bubbling in his mind about the scars, but now isn’t the time. Especially not when that sinful tongue of his begins to trace the line of my panties, teasing enough to set off goosebumps along my flesh.

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