Chapter Thirty-four
I click the door to the bedroom closed, drawn to the sound of Juni’s voice singing from inside the bathroom.
That rasp gives her a smoky tone, warm as whiskey rolling over my skin.
I don’t recognize the song she’s singing, but I don’t need to.
I feel every word hit me in the chest, and I stand at the door, too content in listening to her to do much of anything else.
I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. To wake up or something.
It feels too good to be true, too perfect.
Perhaps that’s the pessimist in me, the part of me that tells me I’m not good enough for this, not good enough for her, but each time it’s met with her smiling face and her deep, soulful eyes. She kisses me like none of that is true, and I’m clinging on, praying she’s right.
The shower shuts off, and the singing stops, but I’m frozen at the door, waiting for her.
I think I’d wait a lifetime for her.
The door unlocks, and she steps out, steam following her towel-covered body. She pauses when she spots me.
“Silas?” A little knot forms between her brows.
“I am so fucked when it comes to you, Honeybee,” I admit on a rasp, taking in her pinkened skin and the mess of hair she’s bundled into a knot on top of her head.
Water droplets cling to her skin, rolling down the curves of her, getting trapped in the dip between her collarbones and the corners of her lips.
“What does that mean?” She asks, and I can’t help but reach up to smooth the line between her brows, releasing the frown. She never needs to be uncertain when it comes to me or my feelings for her.
I knew it from the moment I met her all those weeks ago that this woman was going to own me completely.
My hand slides to the nape of her neck, and I gently coax her toward me, the heat of her body wrapping around me before the dampness still clinging to her presses into the front of me. Her lips part and her eyes drop to my mouth.
I don’t leave her waiting and lower my mouth to hers. She makes me a needy man; every move I make with her is desperate, a craving so intense only she can satisfy it.
She melts against me, allowing me to explore her mouth with my tongue, tasting the mint from her toothpaste. With my mouth still attached to hers, I reach for the band securing her hair and tug it loose, letting those honey waves fall like silk down her back.
I’m in love with Juniper Scott.
So deeply and desperately, my soul is no longer mine but hers. She has me, all of me, and I want no part of me back.
Slowly, I edge us toward the bed, guiding her back until I feel her stop when the backs of her knees hit the mattress, and then let her go, watching her fall onto it.
She catches herself on her elbows, lust lowering her eyelids as she watches me tug my shirt from my body, throwing it toward the hamper in the corner of the room.
My cock jerks at that look on her face, the promise, the need that matches mine and sets the world on fire beneath my feet.
I move to my belt buckle, but she shoots up, swatting my hands away so hers can do it.
My brows reach my hairline as I watch her eagerly work the buckle loose, and then she’s tugging my pants down, along with my boxers, her hand immediately going to the base of my shaft.
Kicking my pants off, I can’t help but groan when she jerks me once, twice, her thumb circling the tip of me, smearing the bead of precum that’s seeped from me.
She lets go, only to suck her thumb into her mouth, and my teeth snap together.
“Juni,” I warn, but I’m met with a mischievous grin.
“I just want to make you feel as good as you’ve made me.”
My whole body coils up tight as I watch her slip to her knees in front of me, her hand going back to the base of my cock as she licks her lips.
“Fuck me,” I groan when her tongue circles my crown.
With eyes looking up at me from the floor, she widens her mouth and sucks me in, one hand curled around the back of my thigh, the other holding me steady so she can work my shaft into her mouth.
I try to remain still, but my muscles shake, tightening and flexing the more her mouth moves up and down the length of me.
The entire time she doesn’t take her eyes off mine.
She knows exactly what she’s doing to me, and the little siren is loving it if the slight grin and then scrape of her teeth against my hard cock are anything to go by.
Unable to stop myself from reaching out, my hand goes to the back of her head, her golden hair going around my hand. I tug it, just a little so I can tighten my hand, and her eyes flare just before she sucks me in, right to the base.
And fuck me, I whimper. “Oh fuck,” my voice shakes out of me on a breath, “Shit, you feel so good.”
She hums around me and sucks harder, faster, working me with her perfect mouth. All thoughts leave my head; it’s just her and the pleasure. My skin pebbles as it zaps through me, down my spine, making my balls draw up and tingle.
“If you don’t want me to come in your mouth,” I gasp, chin hitting my chest so I can watch her, “You need to stop.”
Instead, she hollows out her cheeks and swirls her tongue, urging me to do just that.
“Fucccckkkkkk,” I groan, my cock jerking as I spill onto her tongue and she works me through it, taking every last drop from me. Only when it’s done does she release me, swallowing down everything in her mouth before licking the tip of me and then sits back on her heels.
“Do you trust me?” My voice is still trembling, heart pounding so hard I feel it beating against my chest.
“Always,” she says immediately.
“Turn around,” I order gently, “Face the bed for me but stay on your knees.”
She rolls her lips together and shuffles around, the towel pulling as she goes but stays knotted against her.
Lowering myself to the floor behind her, I reach around and tug the knot free, throwing it behind me.
I devour her with my eyes, the dip at her spine, the curve flowing down to her perfect ass.
Spreading my thighs, I bracket her body, a single finger running down that valley of her spine.
She arches away from the feather-light touch, skin pebbling in response.
I follow the lines of her body, trailing my fingers over the curve of her ass, around her hip and to her stomach before I trail it back up, to the underside of her breast, watching her muscles jump and twitch with every pass of my hand.
She leans back as I cup her breast, hardened nipple rolling between my fingers.
Curling both arms around her, I play with her perfect tits, reveling in the way her breaths turn labored and she squirms ahead of me, the back of her head thumping against my shoulder.
I’ll never grow tired of having her like this, exploring every inch of her. There’s always something new to learn, something new to explore, and the fact that she trusts me to be this vulnerable, fuck… it makes me feel ten feet fucking tall.
“There’s not enough time,” I rasp, releasing one of her breasts to slide my hand down her abdomen where I can then cup her pussy, the warmth and wetness a brand on my palm. “Not enough time to learn you, listen to you, worship you.”
“Forever,” she presses onto my hand and rolls her hips, giving herself what she needs. “You have forever.”
“And right now,” I lick up the side of her neck before I kiss along her jaw, curling my fingers so she can fuck herself on them. They slip inside her, and she gives me the most delicious moan, her hips moving, rolling so they slip in and out of her.
“And right now,” she repeats on a gasp.
“That’s it, baby,” I praise, “Fuck yourself on my fingers. Use me.”
She snatches out a hand to steady herself on the bed as she moves her hips fast, seeking her pleasure on my fingers all the while I play with her nipple, pinching and rolling it, listening to her body sing for me.
I watch her take her pleasure, and when she climaxes, I help her through it, keeping my hand moving even when her body stops, feeling her orgasm around my fingers.
I keep her right where I want her, desperate and needy for me, and I lift to my knees, lining myself up with her while she’s still pulsing with her pleasure. She cries out as I sink in, clawing at the sheets on the end of the bed while also pushing back onto my cock, letting me fill her entirely.
Wrapping my arms around her tightly, I bring her up close, so there’s barely any space between us, and gently thrust into her, barely pulling out to thrust back in. I’m so fucking deep, surrounded by her, her warmth, her smell, and it’s almost enough to take me back over the edge.
I love her right there on the floor, give her body exactly what it needs. She reaches back, her fingers threading into my hair as she tips her head back in pleasure, moving her hips just a little to keep me moving. We are art together, perfection in the rawest form.
Turning my face toward hers, our skin slick with sweat, I press my mouth to her throat. “I love you.” The words are whispered against her skin. “I am so in love with you, I don’t know how I ever survived before I met you.”
“Silas.” Her body pauses, my cock still buried so deep inside her I can’t figure out where she begins and I end.
“You don’t have to say it,” I give her a gentle smile, tightening my arms. “I needed you to know. You saved me, Honeybee.”
Twisting slightly, she latches her mouth to mine, “I love you too.” She says against my lips.
I groan as the words skate over my skin and then bury underneath it.
“Say it again.”
“I love you.” She smiles.
Pushing up onto my knees, I force her to move with me, her arms firming up to hold herself right as I pull back and thrust into her, peppering kisses over her spine as I go. With each deep thrust, we climb higher, her moans mixing with mine, and the words settling over us like a blanket.
Higher and higher we go, silent promises and stolen moments until we reach the peak.
She cries my name as we both tumble off it.