Page 97 of Wallflower in Bloom

“Fuck, love,” he moaned hoarsely against her lips, laughing at himself. “I feel like a teenager. Scarcely able to last two minutes.”

Pride flooded her, loving the effect she had on him. “Good thing we have four weeks to keep trying.”

He smirked and thrust inside her. “Saucy minx. We’ll see how long you last,” he whispered. His hand came to her clit and circled it delicately, teasing her.

Her hips bucked against him, and he growled as he kissed her briefly. Violet grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples. His girth was so wide she felt stretched and full.

His eyes went lusty at the sight. She loved she could do that to him. “Spread your legs, and let me take you deeper. Need to see you take every single drop,” he growled softly.

Fuck, she loved being taken. She spread her legs wide in the small closet, and desire clouded his eyes.

He grasped her hands, interlacing them with his own, and pumped hard inside her, bouncing her tits. His eyes locked with hers, and something shifted as they ground against each other.

His mouth recaptured hers, bringing their interlaced hands above her head. His body was flush with hers, forever intertwined.

“Violet, my love,” he breathed, his head resting on hers.

A connection spiraled from his heart to hers, shifting them off a cliff neither expected.

“I know.” She arched toward him and wrapped herself around him, never wanting to lose contact with his body. “I know,” she whispered.

He pumped inside, moving them. She buried her head into the curve of his neck, needing him as close as possible. She bit down on the soft skin and hard muscle, wanting to claim his heart as hers.

His hand held her jaw as he angled up, his blue eyes seeming navy in the dim light. Like an ocean she wanted to sail into. Be at home in. She moved her hips in time with his, never wanting this to end.

As their eyes locked, he pumped harder and harder, his hand going back to her clit, circling with a light, teasing reverence that had her tightening and tightening. “I want you, Violet,” he ground out. “Just like this. Just you.”

She came in waves, rippling around his cock, and had the distinct feeling their hearts were wrapped around each other, tangled beyond repair.

Chapter

Twenty

JACK

The following morning, Jack strode through the kitchen at the ass-crack of dawn, searching for Violet.

He’d hoped to find her snuggled beside him that morning, but he’d woken up alone. He’d hopped up immediately to find her. Couldn’t risk even the chance of her getting scared of what could be between them for the next four weeks.

It had been a long fucking time since he’d had a girlfriend, and he wanted to make the most out of every minute.

He looked around the living room. Violet and his father were nowhere to be found.

“Dad? Violet?”

He’d bet his life on where to find them. He wandered outside, and sure enough, they were bent over her fiddle leaf fig tree sprouts. His dad made a joke, and Violet threw her head back with raucous laughter. He sighed out a breath of relief.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” she said, sending him a sparkling smile. Her cute dimples winked at him, and his dad looked happy as a clam, mucking about in her garden.

Oh, his heart. This was too much. Too much goodness, too much perfection. Too much of everything that would slip like time through his fingers.

Violet fit perfectly with his father. She fit perfectly in with his real life.

His dad stood up with a broad smile on his face. “Did ya see what she’s grown over here? This woman’s a veritable pile of green thumbs.”

Jack padded out to the garden patch. “Sleep okay?” He tossed an arm around his dad’s shoulders.

“Ach, I’ve been up since three,” he said as if anybody else would sleep past three AM. “Todd and I had a long chin wag this mornin’, catchin’ up with all his goings on.”

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