Page 50 of Next Time We'll Fall

I want to rip her panties off. I want to slide on top of her. I want to make her mine, but I know I can’t, no matter how much I want to. No matter how much she wants me as well.

She bursts out laughing again, and then I watch as she pauses the TV and looks back at me.

“Oh, what is it?” I ask her softly.

“You didn’t laugh. Don’t you think it’s funny?”

“It’s plenty funny,” I say quickly.

Her eyes narrow. “What do you mean, it’s plenty funny? Why haven’t I heard you laugh once?”

“Maybe because I haven’t been able to concentrate.”

“Why haven’t you been able to concentrate?”

“Why do you think?” I say.

She licks her lips slowly and rolls over onto her side so that she’s facing me now. I try not to look down at her breasts, but I can’t. They’re beautiful, supple, and soft to the touch. I want to lean over and suck on a nipple, but I know I can’t.

“You have to admit, this is a very interesting position we’ve found ourselves in, Juniper.”

“Is it?” She grins.

I watch as she plays with her dark hair, running her fingers through her tresses idly, like she doesn’t have a care in the world.

“I mean, if you’re okay with just lying here like this, then so am I.”

“I’m fine,” she says, biting down on her lower lip.

I reach forward and grab her chin and hold her face. She stares at me, blinking, looking so sweet, so innocent, so tender.

“What are you doing, Mr. Bishop?”

“Not what I want to be doing,” I say as I lean closer to her.

I grab her around the waist to pull her into me. She sighs slightly as her body presses into mine. I run my fingers down her arm and then down her waist, then down the side of her hip. She murmurs as her eyes flutter. The sound is like magic to my ears and turns me on even more.

I’m about to press my lips against hers when her phone rings.

“I should take that,” she says.

I let out a low sigh. “It’s a bit late. Do you really want to answer your phone?”

“It could be Mia,” she says, “or someone else. I need to check.”

“Fine.”

I groan as she reaches behind her and grabs it. She looks at the screen and looks over at me in surprise.

“Oh, it’s Jackie.”

“Who?” I say, blinking.

“The lady from the reality show that I gave my number to.”

I want to tell her not to answer. I want to tell her to block the number, but I know I can’t.

“Hello?” she says, answering the phone, and I just lie there and watch her.