8. Juliet

8

JULIET

M ortified only begins to describe the way I feel about our little run-in with my parents.

"I'm so, so sorry my parents were rude to you, Shaw," I say, my voice cracking. We just walked into his apartment, and I've already apologized many times over, but no amount of words feels like enough.

Shaw carries the bags of groceries into the kitchen and drops them onto his counter, the contents of the bags noisily jostling against each other. "It's not your fault."

"I know. But I still feel horrible about it. That was a terrible interaction, and I'm so angry and embarrassed." Hot tears spill over onto my cheeks, and I swipe them away. "You deserve so much better."

Shaw quickly closes the space between us, pulling me into a hug. "Hey. It's okay. Really."

"It's not okay. It's inexcusable."

"Okay. You're right. But I refuse to believe that one bad interaction with your parents is representative of how it's always going to be."

I shake my head. "After what just happened, I wouldn't blame you if you didn't want there to be a next time."

"You think I'm suddenly going to stop feeling the way I do about you just because your parents have a problem with me?"

I shrug.

Shaw swipes his thumbs over my cheeks, drying them. "Sweetheart, I'm going to say something, and you're probably going to think it's crazy. But I'm going to say it anyway."

His words make my stomach do a somersault. "Okay."

"For years and years and years, I've had this gut feeling that someday the love of my life would walk into my bakery," he says. "But no one ever came close to igniting that feeling inside me. Then, one day, you appeared…and I finally felt it. The moment I laid my eyes on you, I thought, This is her. She's the one I've been waiting for . I know how insane that sounds, that I knew you were the one before we spoke a single word to each other. But it's the plain, honest truth. And now that you're in my life, nothing is going to convince me otherwise. Nothing."

I feel like I might faint. "I don't think that's crazy at all. I think it's the most romantic thing I've ever heard."

A slow smile spreads across his thick, gorgeous lips. "Can I tell you something else, then?"

I nod, still in a daze.

"I'm falling in love with you, Juliet. Fast, and hard. If we don't put an end to this date soon, I'm going to be full-blown in love with you."

A hiccup escapes my mouth. I clap a hand over my mouth, my cheeks going hot. "Sorry. I'm just nervous."

"You're adorable."

I slowly drop my hands. "Do you really feel that way about me?"

He nods, an easy, confident look in his eyes.

"Because I—" I take a breath, overwhelmed with the tidal wave of emotions crashing inside me. "I'm falling hard for you, too."

"Yeah?" he asks, moving his lips closer to mine.

"Yes."

"You have no idea how wonderful it is to hear that." He presses a slow, sweet kiss to my lips, sending a flurry of little electric shocks through me. The next kiss is just as slow, but deeper, his tongue meeting mine. I let out a half-sigh, half-moan as one kiss leads into another and into another.

We stagger out of his kitchen and into his living room. I feel like I'm dropping against a cloud as we fall onto his couch. I sink back against the throw pillows, the plush cushions catching me. With our lips still entangled, Shaw settles between my thighs, his weight both powerful and gentle at the same time.

He rolls his heavy hips against me, his thick, hard cock sliding just right against my clit and drawing a disbelieving moan from my mouth. Good god, he's big. My pussy throbs, the thought of him being inside me the only thing I can think about.

I want to feel his bare skin against mine. I want him deep inside me, with nothing between us. I want him to fill me up, over and over again, until I'm full of his cum.

His hips roll against me again and again, stealing away more and more of my breath. He's so hard and I don't know how he can stand it. But I know this must feel as good for him as it does for me. We're both lost in each other, our kisses hungry and hot.

I'm so turned on, I feel like I might explode. Oh, god. I am going to explode. I'm close. So close. I'm?—

Everything goes blurry for a second as I come, pleasure sparkling through my entire body. I moan his name, my thighs clenching tightly around him.

As my orgasm wanes, Shaw's face comes into focus again. His cheeks are flush and his eyes are fixed on me. The corner of his mouth lifts. "God, I love watching you come."

I laugh and slide a hand around the back of his strong neck, pulling him close for a kiss. "That felt so good. I didn't know it could happen like that."

"Now you do." Shaw slips a hand under my dress, smoothing his palm up my thigh. Our eyes stay locked as his fingers reach my panties and discover how damp they are. His thick fingertips stroke the fabric. "Is this okay?"

"Yes," I whisper.

He slips his fingers under the fabric and glides them over my swollen clit. "And this?"

I gasp. "Yes."

"You're so wet, sweetheart. Jesus."

"It's all for you."

He strokes me a little more, but then withdraws his fingers. I'm about to protest, but then he grabs ahold of the sides of my panties and pulls them down my legs.

"Need to taste you," he murmurs as he tosses my panties aside.

I watch in a daze as Shaw hooks my thighs over his shoulders and dips his head between my legs. He goes straight for my clit, giving it a slow, hungry lick. I gasp, my thighs trembling against him as he goes in for another lick, his big tongue sliding over my slit this time.

"Oh, God," I gasp. " Shaw ."

He smiles and keeps licking me. Every lap of his tongue sends me up the wall with pleasure. He's getting me so wet that I'm dripping and making a mess on his couch, but he doesn't seem to care one bit.

Then he starts sucking on my clit, and I know I won't be able to stand it much longer. It's so good. So good . I moan his name, throwing my head back as another wave of pleasure overtakes me.

"I'm coming!" I cry out.

His hands slide under my ass and he grips me hard as I buck against his mouth. My clit pulses against his lips as he gives me several slow, tender kisses there.

As I catch my breath, a new desire blossoms inside me. It's not a desire I've ever felt before in my life until now. Panting, I sit up and reach for his belt, fumbling with it for a second before getting it undone.

Shaw groans as I reach into his boxers and pull out his cock. I swallow as I take in the size of his erection, but it doesn't deter me one bit. His cock is long and thick and perfect, the head slick with pearlescent pre-cum.

I extend my tongue and hungrily lick the head of his cock, his taste coating my tongue. Shaw curses under his breath and cups a hand under my chin, bringing my gaze upward.

"You don't need to do this, sweet girl."

"But I want to."

"Tell me why."

I laugh. "You really need me to explain why?"

He nods. "I don't ever want you to do something just because you think it's what I want."

"Mmm. Well, this is what I want, Shaw. I want to suck your big, beautiful cock."

He gives me a tortured look. "Baby, you can't talk to me like that. I'll come in two seconds flat."

I bite back a smile. Then, keeping his eye contact, I slide off the couch and kneel in front of him, bringing my mouth again to his cock. His nostrils flare and his chest rises and falls with a slow breath as he watches me take him into my mouth.

He's too big for me to fit completely into my mouth, but I do the best I can. Based on the reaction I get out of him, it seems like I'm doing enough. Shaw breathes harder and deeper as I bob my head. His fingers thread through my hair, his tender grip growing tighter the longer I go.

"Fuck," he grits out, and pulls my mouth off his cock. "I can't take it any longer."

"But I want?—"

"I'm not coming in your mouth until I've filled your pussy with cum."

His words feel like sunshine pouring over my skin. "I'm yours, Shaw."

He pulls me up, straddling me on his lap. His cock throbs against me as he brings our mouths together, the taste of each other melting away into our kiss.

"I'm not on anything, Shaw," I whisper.

"Good. I want to make a baby with you." He smooths a hand tenderly over the folds of my stomach. "I want to see this pretty belly of yours nice and big and round."

"You're going to be such a good daddy."

"I'll do my best. I promise you that."

My heart flutters as I run my hands up his strong, solid chest. "Are we crazy?"

"If we are, I don't care." Shaw reaches between us and nestles the head of his bare cock against my entrance. He pushes into me a little, then moves his hands to my hips and starts to ease me onto him.

My mouth drops open as he slides into me. He goes slow, letting my body adjust to him before giving me more.

"You feel so goddamn good." He swallows back a moan and slides a hand to my clit to rub it while he pushes deeper. "It feels like I'm home."

His words give me goosebumps. I drop my mouth to his and kiss him, and he starts to fuck me—nice and slow at first, but then a little faster, a little harder.

" Shaw ," I moan.

"Juliet," he chokes out. "Baby. Sweetheart."

He digs his hands into my hair and kisses my neck, pumping up into me with harder and harder strokes. I look down and watch his bare cock piston in and out of me. He's all hard, glorious muscle and I'm all soft and squishy, but our bodies look perfect, moving together like this.

He keeps going and going. Driving into me and claiming me for his own. Every stroke is its own delightful surge of pleasure.

But eventually it builds to a peak that I can't hold back from. I'm right at the edge, and then I'm telling him I'm going to come, and then I'm drowning in the ecstasy of the moment.

A groan vibrates out of Shaw's throat, and I gasp as I feel the hot rush of his seed spilling into my womb.

He's still inside me when we both finally catch our breath. I've never felt so happily exhausted.

"How do you feel, beautiful?" Shaw asks, stroking my cheek.

"Amazing. Please tell me we're going to do that again."

He presses a kiss to my lips. "I'm nowhere close to being done with you."