Page 52 of Unpacking Secrets
“I only started carrying them when things were getting a little more heated between us,” he said softly. “I don’t want you to think I’m a complete cad. I promise I wasn’t making any assumptions.”
I gave a breathless laugh as I leaned down to kiss him. “A cad, hmm? I think you’ve spent too much time reading an old lady’s journals, Mr. Walker.”
He grinned. “I think ‘cad’ was one of Nan’s favorite words.”
“That doesn’t shock me. In any case, I’m glad you thought to stock up, or this might have been an exercise in frustration.”
“We can stop any time you want.”
He threaded his fingers through my hair and drew me back down, placing tiny, playful kisses along my lips.
“What I want,” I murmured against his mouth, “is you inside me.”
I handed him one of the condoms and tossed the others aside as he rolled it on. Henry gazed up at me like he wanted to devour me as I straddled his body. When I guided him into place and sank slowly downward, his eyes fell shut on a strangled groan.
Every sense sharpened, heightened at the feel of him buried so deep, like puzzle pieces slotting into place.
His words echoed in my head—anything but casual.I hadn’t planned to add a new relationship to the mix when I showed up here, but he was right. Whatever was growing between us felt serious. Meaningful. Utterly beautiful.
As I lifted away again, his fingers gripped my hips, dragging me slowly back down. My hands caught his shoulders for balance when he shifted so he was only half-reclined, angling us until he was so impossibly deep that I gasped. One of his arms banded around my lower back and the other tangled in my hair again, drawing my lips down for another kiss—this one scalding hot, the teasing playfulness long gone.
I felt the soft moan that escaped his lips reverberating inside my own chest, a siren song that I happily surrendered to.
Breaking the kiss, I sat up and rode him, arching until the tips of my hair cascaded across the arm at my back and over his thighs. His teeth caught one puckered nipple and the air left my lungs in a swift woosh.
Before I could draw another breath, he rolled us over so I was blinking up at him from my back.
“Juliet,” he whispered.
My name sounded like a prayer on his lips, then his mouth was everywhere all at once. My cheeks, my jaw, my throat. I locked my legs around his waist, drawing him deeper as he rocked his hips against mine.
When his hand snuck between us, stroked and circled, then pressed against my clit, I whimpered his name. He thrust harder, faster, keeping time with the frantic sounds coming from the back of my throat.
I clenched around him, my muscles quivering. His teeth nipped at my earlobe and I arched beneath him, giving a sharp cry as I shattered once more. A bare second later, he followed me over the edge, burying himself deep as the release swept through him.
For a few minutes, he stayed there, letting the last of the waves lap at us both. Once I was sure my heart wasn’t going to beat right out of my chest, I unhooked my legs from around his hips and he carefully withdrew. He pressed a kiss just over my racing heart before he rolled off the bed to throw away the condom.
The room was already dark when he slipped back into bed and tugged me against his side. I settled in, draped across his chest.
“I’m never moving from this spot again,” I declared, sounding as drowsy as I felt.
Henry chuckled against my hair as he drew the blanket up and over us both. “Sounds good to me.”
“That was—I mean—wow,” I murmured into his chest.
“An inferno?”
With a low hum, I nodded. “An inferno.”
There in his arms, I’d finally found something to hold onto. As my eyes drifted shut, I let the colors of flame swirl behind my eyelids, painting a landscape of heat, pleasure, and comfort.
Twenty-One
Henry
Thenextmorning,Iawoke in confusion, tangled up in Juliet’s sweet limbs. I squinted against the bright morning light as memories rushed back in a flood of sensation and satisfaction.
One of my hands rested possessively along the curve of her ass, the other atop her arm, which was flung across my chest. Her left leg draped over one of mine like a soft, seductive anchor. When she shifted, her thigh brushed across my groin, drawing a strangled groan from my throat.
