Chapter 32

Jack

As I handed Juno a mug of hot chocolate and picked up my own, I tried not to stare. She was wearing some kind of pajamas underneath a robe, and I was still in nothing but my pants.

I wanted to unwrap her. To find out what her breasts looked like in her pajama top. Instead, I looked down and noticed her toes. She had painted her toenails, but a few days ago, the lilac metallic varnish having chipped just a little here and there.

Her gaze followed mine until she realized what I was staring at. Immediately, she curled her toes up, almost as if trying to hide the imperfection. It was cute in a way I liked, and it made my groin stir.

"Want to talk about whatever was keeping you up?" I asked, desperate for something to put some distance between us. I should never have invited her in, but I'd been unable to resist those wide, scared eyes. She'd needed reassurance. Needed something to make her feel calmer again.

"It's nothing you don't already know. My asshole of an ex did a number on me, and now every little noise I hear while I'm alone practically gives me a heart attack. I'd begun to get used to the new apartment near Bath, but…" She trailed off and sipped her drink.

Leaning against the counter, I studied her. She looked so fragile and vulnerable, yet equally feminine and beautiful.

Her hair was loose, chestnut locks tumbled around her head and down her back, and despite the lack of makeup, she had soft-looking cheeks.

I wanted to stride over to her, scoop her up in my arms, and show her what real men did to women like her. How a man should take care of his woman. How he should make her feel.

And I wanted to take her, to claim her, to make her submit to me and give me everything her ex didn't deserve to have claimed of her. I wanted to earn it and take it all. To make her want to yield to me and give me every inch of her to taste and screw as I desired.

Focusing on the hot chocolate in my hands to try and get my mind off fucking her where she stood, I took a gulp without remembering it was still hot. Immediately, I had to spit it back out again and almost splashed it all over the floor.

She looked up, her eyes going wider questioningly.

"Hotter than I thought it would be," I said, not sure if I was talking about the drink or her.

She smirked slightly and took another sip of hers. I watched her mouth move, immediately imagining her lips wrapped around me instead, those wide eyes looking up as I pulled her hair back and made her take as much of me as she could.

"So, what's got you up?" she asked, her eyes alight, almost as if she knew.

I faltered, not sure how to answer. Hot dreams of fucking your deliciously submissive body. Dreams of pinning you down and driving my hard throbbing cock as deep as I could get it into your tight, wet pussy. No, I couldn't say that. What should I say?

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," she said, but the light went out in her eyes, and she looked down. Damn it, I didn't want her to think I was a dick either, especially after she'd just opened up to me.

"It's complicated," I said, not helping myself. "I mean, my life. Everything about it. How careful I have to be. I can't let my guard down around the wrong people, and…"

"You've been hurt too many times before," she finished.

I nodded, but I felt as if I'd just erected a wall between us. Maybe that was for the best.

We continued to drink in silence, my eyes wandering over her as I thought back to the dreams I'd been having. Why had she gotten under my skin so deep? She wasn't anything particularly special to look at.

But as she looked at me again, noticing my gaze was on her, I saw her awareness of being stared at. I expected her to shy away. To make some excuse about why she had to go, but she didn't. Instead, she put her mug down and closed the distance between us.

"Thank you," she said, her eyes on my face, seeming to study me, almost checking for permission as she moved into my personal space. "You've been there for me so much already. You're…"

I found myself putting my own mug down, too, my hand brushing hers as I did. The contact between us broke the last of my reserve.

Letting out a growl of desire, I closed the last of the gap, wrapping my arms around her and bringing my mouth down upon hers. My tongue plunged between her lips, the surprise parting them as I shoved her back against the pantry door.

She moaned as I slipped one hand between the layers of her gown and cupped her breast. The fabric of her pajama top was thin enough I could find her nipple and give it a rough pinch.

Her hands lifted to my chest, running across me as I pushed my hardening cock against her. I couldn't think, my hands automatically acting as I pulled her robe the rest of the way open and yanked her pajama pants and panties down with one rough motion.

Squeaking against me, she tried to push me away a moment, but I resisted, holding her there and bringing my hands back to her breasts while she adjusted to the idea of her pussy being bare and exposed to me.

I was going to fuck her, and I wasn't completely sure I could have stopped myself if she'd asked me to. Thankfully, she calmed again, my tongue still exploring her mouth, tasting the hot chocolate we'd both just drunk.

Still tugging on one nipple through her top, not even trying to be gentle, I unbuttoned my jeans and shifted them down, exposing my erection. The cold night air washed over it, but it was almost a balm, giving me enough cool to check she was ready for me before I claimed her pussy.

Sliding my fingers between her legs, I parted her lips and found her core wet and dripping. It was all the encouragement I needed and all the restraint I could show.

Grabbing her hips, I lifted her and drove my cock deep into her pussy. She let out another gasp as I pushed her into the pantry door, getting as deep as I could.

Her arms wrapped around me, her feet off the floor as I pinned her between me and the hard surface and pounded into her tight, hot little pussy again and again. It was even better than my dreams were, each stroke perfection, each thrust taking me closer to my peak.

The pleasure built as my mind focused on only how good it felt to take her and make her mine. I groaned as I reached my peak and drove as deep as I could, my cum filling her in the waves of my orgasm.

As I came down, I let her slip back to the floor, her wide, doe-like eyes looking up at me, hazy but unsatisfied.

I took her hand and wordlessly led her to my bedroom. I wasn't done with her.