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“Show me. Show me what you’re good at.” Fuck.
“But do your hands count? Because I wouldn’t mind wearing them to bed.”
“I promised I would put you to bed and make sure you got lots of sleep this weekend,”
“Thank you for the coffee, Daisy.”
“You’re welcome. It’s plain and boring. Like you.”
“God, you drive me up the wall.” Julian grabbed me by the throat and wrenched us back together. “I said shut up.”
“Now, stop thinking,” Julian grumbled against my lips, giving my neck another frustrated squeeze before running his hands
reverently down my body. “I want you. I desperately want you like this. You have no idea, Juni baby.”
“It wasn’t fake,” he breathed, his lips fanning my skin. “The kiss, the things you said in the hotel room… Tell me it wasn’t fake. Tell me it was more than getting swept up in the moment.” “I thought you wanted me to shut up,”
“Well, now I want to hear your pretty little mouth tell me it wasn’t fake.” “It wasn’t fake.”
“Pushing you away this weekend was the hardest fucking thing.”
“The things I would have done to you if you hadn’t been drunk, Juni…God.”
“Fuck, this wasn’t supposed to happen,”
“But I just want
to feel you, Juni. Just once,” he rasped. “Please.”
“I’m going to touch you. I need to touch you.”
“Payback, remember?” he breathed. “Touch me,”
“Open up for me, Juni.”
“Good girl,”
“So wet,” he whispered, sounding awed. “You’re so wet. Was it like this before?”
“At the hotel. Did you drench your underwear for me then, too?” “Yes,” I admitted, tired of taming the truth or reworking it in my head. “Why do you think I said all those things to try to get you into bed?” “I thought maybe you were trying to kill me. You always are.”
“I’m sorry, baby,” he said tenderly after pulling back again. “I’m sorry I didn’t give you what you needed this weekend, but I’ll do it now.”
“Your sweet pussy is gripping my fingers so fucking good. I can only imagine…shit.”
“That’s it,” he muttered gruffly. “Come on, love.”
“Come for me,”
“Stop being so goddamn stubborn, and come all over my fucking fingers, Juniper.”
“It’s not enough,” Julian gasped, his wild eyes trailing over me. “That taste, that amazing fucking taste—it’s not enough.”
“I couldn’t sleep last night,”
“Ask me why.” “Why?”
“I couldn’t stop imagining going down on you.”
“If you touch me…I won’t survive, Juni.” He swallowed before slowly standing. “I’ll never get over it.”
“The flower,”
“It finally bloomed.”
“It’s a moonflower, Julian,”
“Tell me what that means, Daisy.”
“It only comes alive at night.”
“Juniper,” I clarified, feeling like my knees were about to give out. “Juniper St. James. Brown hair, brown eyes, so fucking pretty. Please tell me someone knows where the hell she is.”
I’d seen Juniper for the last ten days straight, and after one whole day without her, I was fucking miserable.
“Your skin, your lips, any little bit of you, I’m not afraid of any of it.”
“I fucking crave it,” I said in a low voice. “But I’m afraid of what it’ll do to me if I let it. What it will do to you. What it will do to the people around us.”
“Because he knows my faults and wants to protect you.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” Noah picked up his wine, peering at me over the rim of his glass. “You’re wrong. That’s why I was so surprised when he introduced us, but he insisted it was fine. Until it so clearly wasn’t.”
“He’s reminding me that he’s broken bones for you before, and he can do it again.”
“That’s my girl.”
“You were everywhere, Juniper.”
“Every time I turned the corner, you were there. Your stacks of books, that perfume, clothes—all over my house. Everywhere, all the time. Such a goddamn tease.
Because even though you were there, you hated me. And even if you didn’t,...
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“I only hated you because of how you made me feel. You were the only one who never accepted me, who didn’t consider me welcome. All I wanted was more family to call my own.”
“I know.” His face screwed up. “And I didn’t know how to give you what you wanted, Juniper. Because it didn’t feel like we could be…that. Not with how I wanted you.” He sighed. “Do you remember the car accident you and Gemma were in?”
“You were so mad at me. Because of what happened to Gemma—”
