Page 32 of Love Deep

Juniper is in front of me, her blonde hair twisted up behind her, and the water hits her just below her shoulders. I can’t see any part of her below the water. But I know she’s naked, and I feel myself thicken at being so close to this beautiful woman when neither of us is wearing clothes.

Juniper laughs. “It’s not the Caribbean. That what you’re used to?”

I shake my head. “You need to stop your teasing.”

She wets her lips. “Or what?”

“Or I might kiss you.”

Her eyes widen like I’ve shocked her. But she’s not shocked. Not really. She didn’t think we were getting into this water for a play fight.

“Oh, yeah? So, all I gotta do to get you to kiss me is tease you a little more?”

I step toward her and take her face in my hands. “You don’t even have to do that.”

I press my lips against hers, and she tastes of sweet honey. Something inside me clicks—together or apart, I can’t tell—and somehow, I get a sense that I’m right where I need to be. All the stuff about Gerry Banks and Vivian and The Homecoming Kings melts away, and all I can think about is how this kiss feels inevitable.

Fated.

She moans and moves closer. Her hands find my waist, and I gasp into her mouth at the contact. I don’t know if it’s because we’re both naked or if it’s the darkness or the water, but I’ve never felt a kiss all over my body in the way I do now. It sweeps over and through my skin and into the darkest parts of me. Her hands stroke up my sides, the water lapping at our skin, and out of primalinstinct, I wrap a hand around her waist and pull her closer.

I’m hard as fucking steel, and I press against her soft belly. Her sharp nipples graze my torso.

Fuck. I want more of this woman. I want all of her.

Our mouths explore each other. Ravenous. Desperate. Is it because it’s the first kiss and it’s been a long time coming? Is it her? I’m lost in her. Dizzy with need for her.

She pulls back a little. Her eyes trail over the parts of my body not submerged in the water. She sweeps her hands over my lips, along my jaw—all the while, our gazes locked. Her hands skirt my body. My shoulders, my arms, my chest, my hips, my ass. Everywhere, except there. It feels almost ceremonial. She’s mapping me in some Star Falls tradition.

I mirror her, sliding my hands down her neck, over her arms. The water laps at her chest, her breasts hidden below the surface. My hands dip to feel their shape. I trail lower, over her stomach, her hips, and around her ass.

We both exhale, and she lets out a small smile. The ceremony is over, and it’s time to move on to the next stage.

I circle my arms around her and pull her closer. Our mouths fit together, and she sinks into me. Our kiss is more this time. Deeper. More connected. But it’s still not enough. She must feel the same way because her arms come around my neck, and then she lifts her legs around my waist.

I have to break our kiss because the sensations, the feel of the water and her being wrapped around me—it’s all too much.

“Too much?” she asks, reading my thoughts, and goes to shift back down.

I grab her ass with both hands, keeping her in place. “Not enough, Juniper. Not enough.”

She smiles, fiddles with something behind her head, and her hair falls down behind her.

Fuck. If I die now, I’m not sure I’ve ever been so fucking happy.

“I’m really fucking hard,” I grunt out.

She parts her lips and shifts in my arms, teasing the crown of my cock. “I can tell.”

“Don’t do that,” I say. “I’m going to come, and I’m going to be really embarrassed. I’ll have to go back to New York early.”

“Not before you’ve fucked me, you won’t,” she says on a smile.

I groan, and she squirms in my arms, and I tip my head back. She’s half heaven, half hell. An angel and the devil himself.

“I want you,” she whispers, then presses a kiss to my neck. “I want to have as much fun as possible with you before you leave.”

Our mouths meet again, and with the tip of my cock enveloped in the folds of her pussy, our tongues clash together. I’m so close to thrusting up inside her. I’m not sure how I find the strength to hold back. I’m so hard. So desperate for her, and she’s like a siren, urging me closer.