Page 111 of Bewitched & Bewildered
The fire is back. It’s the flame I fell for, and it reminds me of when she would barge into my shop, desperate to get a step ahead of me. She’s no longer trying to burn me with her fire, but I would let her if she wanted to.
After a long night of planning, she asks to come home with me. It shouldn’t be shocking. We’ve spent a lot of nights together, and it’s usually at my place.
I expect her to have bigger things to focus on than cuddling up with me, but I won’t turn her down.
Once we’re in her car, she leans over the center console. Her fingers weave into my hair to pull me closer. Her lips are on mine all at once, demanding and possessive.
Still, she’s sweet, giggling against my mouth. Butterflieswarm my stomach, and my heart goes racing. Seeing her this happy…
It does something to me.
I lean into the kiss, my lips parting to let her tongue slide into my mouth. She tastes me, and I melt again when her fingers brush over my hair.
“I need to drive,” I whisper.
“Do you?” Her nails trail down the side of my neck. “Let’s have fun here.”
I scoff. “We could in my truck, but your car doesnothave enough space for everything I want to do to you…”
“Oh?” She pulls away and lifts a brow. “And what do you wish to do?”
That’s one of the many problems with my size, but no one wants to hear a man complain about being too tall. I’m not the problem. Her car is tiny. I already adjusted it so I can drive, but I miss the space my truck offers.
I should have driven over, but the thought didn’t even enter my mind. I wanted to see her. It was simple. Being with herfeelssimple, even if some consider our situation confusing.
Seeing how happy I can make it clears it all up for me. If I can keep making her smile, that’s enough. No labels needed.
The nagging fears still linger in the back of my mind. If we’re not together… she can leave me. She can hurt me like Vanessa did.
But my past taught me commitment is not a security blanket, and I will never use it like one. Not again. Words and labels won’t stop someone from making terrible decisions.
I have to trust Juniper, and I think I’m learning to.
I smirk. “Why don’t I tell you what I want to do while I drive?”
“Because I don’t trust you to keep your attention on the road.”
“Youshouldtrust me.” I chuckle. “It’s a short drive.”
I pull out of the driveway and focus on the slick roads. Pleasure is already coiling in the pit of my stomach. I ignore it, fighting the urge to touch her. It would be easy to slip my finger up her short dress and…
“You know I want to taste you,” I say.
“Mm…I thought that may be on the agenda.”
“Feeling you shake under me…that cute little quiver in your thighs.” I let out a sigh. “That’s my favorite feeling in the world.”
“I can think of something you like more.”
“What’s that?”
She leans closer. Her voice drops to a low whisper, even though there’s no one around to hear. “Me shaking while you’re deep in my pussy—giving me everything you have. Every… last… inch.”
I inhale through my nose. It’s already a struggle to stay composed, and it becomes impossible when her delicate hand rests on my thick thigh. Her nails scrape against my jeans.
“Juniper…” Her name comes out in a low growl.
“Yes?”
