Page 18 of Juno

“Man, honey,” he corrected. “I’m a man.”

“I’ve noticed,” she whispered, giving him an outrageous wink. He loved the way that she could give him shit one minute and make him laugh the next.

Saint released her, the wheels finally clicking into place. “Wait, if you’ve never been kissed that way before, what else have you never done, honey?” He had a pretty good that he wasn’t going to like her answer, but he needed to know what he was getting into with Juno.

“I’m a virgin,” she whispered. Saint felt as though his heart might beat right out of his chest. How could she still be a virgin at almost twenty-three?

“Did I just hear you say that you’re a virgin?” Saint asked.

She giggled, “You look just as upset as when I asked you to pick me up some tampons at the grocery store, Saint. It’s not a big deal. I’ve just never found anyone I wanted to have sex with.” Yeah, having to pick up her girly stuff from the store wasn’t a chore that he enjoyed, but he couldn’t send Juno to do it while Bruno was still out there. No one had been able to track him down, and that had Saint feeling completely uneasy about the whole situation.

“You never had a boyfriend?” Saint asked.

She shrugged, “Not really. I’ve gone on a few dates here and there, but with my job, it was hard to get too involved with a guy. I didn’t want to get a lecture about dancing for a living or anything like that. So, I kind of steered clear of men.”

“I guess that won’t be a problem for you now,” Saint grumbled.

“No, it won’t be, but I’m still not interested in men,” she insisted. “Well, not all men, because I do like one in particular.” Saint held his breath waiting for her to admit that she liked him and when she smiled at him, it took everything in him not to pull her into his arms and kiss her senseless again.

“Is it me?” he asked. He needed to hear her say the words before making his next move.

“It is,” she said, “if that’s all right.” It was more than all right with him, but for some reason, forming sentences wasn’t easy for him right now.

He nodded and she wrapped her arms around his neck again, going up on her tiptoes to kiss him. He pulled her tighter against his body and took over the kiss, leaving him wanting more from her.

Saint lifted her into his arms and started for the stairs with her. “Where are you taking me?” Juno asked.

“I’m taking you up to my bed,” he said. “Tell me now if I’m going too fast for you, and I’ll stop.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to make a move for weeks now. You are definitely not going too fast for me, Saint. I’m just worried that I won’t do this right.” He sat on the edge of his bed, keeping her on his lap. Maybe he was afraid that if he let her go, she’d disappear, or maybe he just liked having her close.

“There is nothing to ‘Do right,'” he assured, “just do what feels natural to you. I promise to try to go easy on you since it’s your first time, but it will hurt.”

“I’m aware,” she said, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, “but I’ve already told you that I want this, Saint. I want you.” That was all the reassurance that Saint needed.

He flipped her onto the mattress and covered her body with his own. “Well, then, you’re wearing too many clothes,” he teased. He had spent the past few months wondering what Juno would look like naked. He already had a pretty good idea of what she’d look like since she had paraded around in her T-shirt and panties every morning. He wanted to tell her to put on some clothes, but then the masochist in him decided that wasn’t what he really wanted. Watching her like that made him half crazy with lust, but he couldn’t help himself. No matter how much he tried to fight it, Saint wanted her, and nothing was stopping him now from taking what he wanted.

Saint made quick work of stripping her bare and stood on the side of the bed to admire his handy work. “Beautiful,” he breathed, looking her over.

“Your turn,” she said, laying back on the bed, waiting for him to give her a show. She was going to have to be disappointed because if he got naked now, things would be over way too quickly.

“In due time,” he said, “I’m not finished with you yet.” She pouted up at him, making him chuckle as he kissed his way down her sexy body, giving her breasts some extra attention. The little moans and breathy sighs had him wanting to scratch all his plans, get naked, and sink into her body, but she deserved better than that.

Saint settled between her legs and looked up her body to find her watching what he was about to do next. “Just relax, honey,” he ordered. She nodded and laid back, squeezing her eyes closed.

“You are going to need to tell me what to do, Saint. I’m out of my element here.” Juno wasn’t out of her element at all. He saw her up on stage, and watching her dance was sexy as fuck. The last thing she needed was instructions from him.

“You’ll do perfect, honey,” he assured. He dipped his head to lick through her wet folds, making her nearly buck off the bed. “Hold still,” he ordered, wrapping his big hands around her body to grab her luscious ass, spreading her open more for what he hoped would be intense pleasure for her.

Saint could tell that she was close when she started to ride his tongue, taking what she needed from him. Her natural instincts were kicking in and God, she was so fucking sexy as she chased her orgasm. And when she shouted out his name, losing herself as she rode his tongue, he nearly came in his damn pants.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he praised.

“That was fucking perfect,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from shouting his name. She looked like someone messed her up—her hair, her makeup, and damn if she didn’t look perfect. “Why are you looking at me that way?” Juno asked.

“Because you look sexy as hell right now,” he admitted.

“Now, you keep saying things like that to me, you might never get rid of me, Saint.” He was sure that she was teasing him, but he wanted to tell her that it would be just fine with him. Saint decided to keep that bit of information to himself as he stood to pull his clothes off.

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