Page 41 of Taken for Granite
Finally, the needle ran out of vinyl. The only music that remained was his crooning whisper and the beating of her heart.
They landed for the final time, her head resting on his chest.
“Juniper, my pebble. I want you.”
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tas
The worst of the mating fever had passed and yet he still desired her. It baffled him how he reached for her.
“Juniper, my pebble,” he crooned in her ear, pressing his body firmly against her. His hands slid down her back, paying special attention to her shoulder blades. “I want you.” He rubbed his hard cock against her hip as evidence.
“I thought once you went all stony, these urges left.” She pushed back against him, eliciting a growl. She chose her next words to sound clinical. “You expressed that gland.”
His hand fell away. “If you do not welcome me, I will stop.”
Juniper lifted her face to him. “I want you. I shouldn’t because of, well, everything, but I do. A better person would tell you to stop.” Her fingers walked up his broad chest. Dark gray, his skin held purple highlights in the morning sun. “I’m not that good,” she said.
He combed his fingers through her hair, watching as the blue strands fell away. “You are beautiful inside and out.”
Juniper walked backward, up the steps into the cabin, and crooked her finger at him in a “come hither” gesture.
He growled, chasing her into the sitting room. She landed on the plastic-covered settee, giggling, and she rolled onto her back.
He covered her, a hand planted on either side of her head, and lowered his head until their lips nearly touched. Her breath caught in her throat and her warm brown eyes stared up at him, pupils blown wide. Her pink tongue licked her bottom lip. Everything about her was color and sound. Curious, he lowered his lips to hers.
He pressed his lips to hers, unsure what to do. She took the lead, swiping her tongue along the seam of his mouth until he opened. Her tongue invaded, tangling with his. He moaned, the feel of her slick tongue against his better than he could imagine.
He took the lead, running his tongue along her lips. Soft and sweet, she opened for him. The warmth of her stunned him and he understood this was mating of the mouths, intimate and pleasurable.
This female would undo all his careful walls.
He hooked his fingers under the elastic of her pants and pulled them down. When they reached her ankles, she kicked them away. Practically licking his lips, he opened her legs and spread her wide.
He paused.
He chuffed in surprised and knelt, leaning in for a closer look. His fingers brushed her sopping wet curls. The touch was curious, not a lover’s caress.
“Everything okay?” she asked propping herself up on her elbows.
“The color is different.”
She was silent, as if she didn’t understand what he meant, then she laughed. “Oh my god, of course the carpet doesn’t match the drapes. I dye my hair blue, Tas. That’s not a natural color.”
“I realize that,” he said hastily. “I assumed that if you went to the trouble of coloring one portion of your hair, you would color all your hair.”
“Sorry to disappoint. My bush is au naturale.”
“You are mine. Nothing about you can disappoint me,” he said.
“Is that so?”
He responded to the teasing tone in her voice. “This is mine,” he said, planting a claiming kiss on her lips.
She moaned into his mouth.
“Tell me. Tell me what is mine,” he said.
