Page 69 of Never Let Me Go

“We’re on vacation.”

“Which means we should probably try and spend some time together,” she argues as she holds my coffee in her hand and tilts her head to the side. The early morning sunlight frames her silhouette and she flashes me a smile that smacks me right in the chest.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, angel.”

She blushes but shakes her head. “Time to get up.”

Before I can stop her, she climbs off of me and sets my coffee down on the nightstand again. I watch her as she grabs my t-shirt and pulls it over her head. As she turns and struts away from me, I sit up and lean back against the headboard with a grin. I bite my lip as her ass sways back and forth in her tiny little pair of lace panties. Fuck, she’s perfect.

“Come on, baby. Turn around and come back to bed,” I say, thrusting my hips into the air as I do and she rolls her eyes.

“If I come back to bed, it’s to sleep, not fuck,” she warns, arching a brow in my direction and my cock twitches at her dirty mouth. “Between the multiple orgasms, your snoring, and a nightmare, I didn’t get much sleep.”

I frown. “What did you have a bad dream about?”

“Oh, it wasn’t me. It was you,” she says as she sits down at the table and picks up a pencil. My dream from last night plays out in my mind and I wince as a shudder runs through me. It all started out fine - Juliette and I were in bed at home when I looked out of the window and noticed a black SUV, the same one that we saw at the park and when I turned back to tell Juliette, she had vanished. I was in a panic, searching for her everywhere but no matter how hard I tried to find her, I came up empty. Then, it morphed into some kind of weird haze from my past and I found her dead on the living room floor. I push the image out of my mind as I pick up my coffee and take a sip

Ever since we left Baton Rouge, I’ve really been trying to not focus on all the questions I have about Juliette but it’s getting harder and harder. My initial feeling was right all along and there is something going on with her but I just can’t put my finger on what it is. What the hell does she have going on that is so bad she feels like she can’t talk to me about it? This is what I do and I’ve claimed her in front of the whole damn club. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her and it kills me to think that she can’t trust me with this. God, I want to ask her so fucking bad but I promised her we’d wait until we got back to the city and I’m going to honor that. That doesn’t mean I didn’t ask Streak to look into it for me, though.

“What are you working on over there?” I ask, watching her as she scowls at her paper and drags the eraser across it, her cute little nose crinkling in displeasure. She looks up.

“Just doodling.”

I scoff and throw the covers off of my legs before climbing out of bed and after walking across the room, I sink into the chair next to her in my birthday suit. “Let me see.”

“No making fun of me.”

“Why would I make fun of you?” I ask, throwing my arm over her chair and pulling her closer. She shrugs as a blush stains her cheeks.

“I don’t know. I just hate showing my designs to people before I feel like they’re perfect.”

“I bet it already is perfect.”

She shakes her head as she fights back a grin. “Your approval is not the one I need.”

“Well, let me look anyway.”

She passes over the notebook and my brows shoot up as I study the “doodle” she’s thrown together. It’s a necklace, dripping in diamonds, and all I can imagine is her wearing it around her pretty little neck with nothing else on as she rides my cock.

“What do you think?”

I turn to her and my gaze falls down to her nipples as they press against the fabric of my t-shirt. “I think you’d look fucking amazing in this… and nothing else.”

“Fucking pervert,” she scoffs, giving me a little shove as she turns away to hide her smile. My chest aches as I watch her.

This woman fucking owns me.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” I whisper as I lean in and let my lips brush against her neck as I breathe in her scent. She shivers.

“I can’t.”

I grin. “See? Now come over here and kiss me.”

“Only because I like you so much,” she murmurs as she gets up and straddles my legs. I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer as she runs her fingers across my chest with a sigh. “You going to tell me what your bad dream was about?”

“It was about you.”

Surprised eyes meet mine. “Me?”