Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“Thank you,” she says. “For tonight. For everything.” She looks at me last. “Ghosts, huh?”
“Worked,” I say.
They pile into Ozzy’s car. Engines turn. The team peels away and I stand with Juno once they’re all gone.
Render slipped me his keys earlier, letting me know I should take Juno home alone.
Juno and I pile into Render’s sedan, and ride in silence toward the river. The city is softer here, the streets running out of steam before they hit the water. When we slip into the shadowed lot at her apartment, she doesn’t immediately reach for her door.
“Hoover?” she asks, voice smaller than it’s been all night.
“Yeah.”
“I think I’m…falling apart and falling forward at the same time.”
The world goes quiet enough to hear our own breathing. Behind the mask, I close my eyes.
“I know,” I say. “I’m right there too.”
She opens her car door. Her hand lifts, hovers, then lands lightly on the edge of the mask where the jaw would be. Slowly, like asking permission, she traces the curve with her fingertip.
“Thank you for not letting me do this alone,” she whispers. “Even though you don’t have to.”
I catch her wrist before I do something reckless like lift the mask an inch and kiss her like we both want. My thumb settles over her pounding pulse. I speak to that rhythm.
“You’ll never be alone. Not as long as I’m around.” I open my own door and step out at the same time she steps out.
I meet her on her side of the car, wanting to walk her to her front door.
She leans her head back against the car, closing her eyes as her breath comes out in a tiny pant. Her slender neck calls to me, and like a slave, I reach up, touching her. My fingers glide over her skin, and I do something reckless.
I remove my glove, letting my fingers glide over her soft skin. “Keep your eyes closed,” I tell her, not wanting her to recognize my hand, or something crazy like that.
I’m being greedy, taking what’s not mine, but I don’t care. It’s as if this mask has made me braver than I’ve ever been before. For years I’ve wanted to touch Juno like this, but I’ve never had the courage.
Well, not now.
Now I’m taking what I want.
She keeps her eyes closed, her breathing picking up speed slightly as I press against her pulse point. It’s almost like she’s giving me permission to keep going.
So, I do.
I glide my hand down between the valley of her breast, sneaking beneath her hoodie to run my fingers over her t-shirt. She sucks in a breath, and I keep going.
“I can feel your heart beating just for me,” I whisper, and the sound of the modulator makes the words come out all husky and low.
“It is,” she whispers, running her straight white teeth over her bottom lip.
I’d give anything to kiss her. To feel her lips pressed against mine, but that’s a line I’m not ready to cross. If ever.
My hand continues the trek across her breast, squeezing lightly, wishing I could be underneath her shirt and bra, but thankful I even get to touch her this way at all.
My body grows harder by the second, and I keep my hand traveling south. I can’t believe this is happening.
“Keep going,” she croons as her mouth falls open, begging me to kiss her.
Fuck. This is Juno, my best friend. The woman I’ve dreamed about being intimate with since I was a horny teenager.
I glide my fingers over her torso, letting my fingers drag across the hem of her shirt and I’ve got a decision to make here. Slip under her shirt? Or keep heading lower?
I need to touch her. I need to feel how wet she is. I unbutton her jeans, and lower the zipper. Her eyes snap open, and I swear she can see right through the mask. However, I know she can’t.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
If I wasn’t wearing this mask, I’d remove my hand…apologize… and pretend none of this had ever happened. But something snaps deep within me.
“I’m going to erase the past few months for you. I’m going to make you feel so good you won’t feel like you’re falling anymore, you’ll feel like you’re finally living again.”
She closes her eyes, leaning her head back against the top of her car. “Please, Hoover.”
I flinch, thankful she can’t see me when the name Hoover falls from her lips. I pray for the day she screams Arrow instead. However, she’s begging me to make her forget, and I focus all of my energy on her need. I slide my hand down her jeans, slipping past the waistband of her panties, and nearly pass out by the feel of her bare pussy.
Fuck me.
She’s wet. She’s dripping. And she’s so ready for me.