Chapter 4 Junie’s POV

Junie’s POV

I didn’t move for a moment because I had woken up on the wrong side. Everywhere was dark, and the weight of his arm was pressing against my waist.

It wasn’t even morning yet, and I was already awake. Maybe it was because of the unfamiliar comforts of being held by someone whom I didn’t expect to be in bed with.

His whole body was warm, and for that moment it was so difficult to breathe and even to shake. I was enjoying every piece of it.

I managed to turn my head towards the clock on the nightstand, which was glowing past four in the morning. I couldn’t believe that Vegas was quieter at that hour.

It was unlike where I was coming from. 

But the most important thing was that I was in Vegas and I had to stick with how they left. 

It didn’t take long before I felt him shift just behind me, his fingers were teasing in circles around my hips, and I could feel how lazy his fingers were.

I thought I would be able to ignore him, but then I heard his voice. It was cold, coming and deep, probably from the sleep.

“You are awake…”

“So are you,” I replied to him almost immediately.

I should have already stood up at that moment, but I didn’t know what was holding me. Probably maybe I enjoyed every moment.

It could be.

“You shouldn’t find it hard to sleep when there is something good just next to you,” he murmured into my ear.

Without delay, I quickly turned around to face him in the lights that were flickering through the windows from the road. Everything about him was soft and his hair was a mess. Maybe it was my fault because I remembered how I grabbed him earlier.

He looked at me like he had seen something else. “What are you thinking about?” he asked, removing the strand of hair from my eyes even though I wanted it to be there

“It is just that I don’t usually do this.” I snapped. 

When I thought he was finally going to pull away, he didn’t. Instead, he adjusted himself closer and looked at me in a way that I couldn’t even resist

“You mentioned that.” His thumb traced my jawline. “Any regrets?”

I thought about it. Really thought about it. The smart answer would be yes, this was reckless, impulsive, completely unlike me. But lying here in the dark with him, I couldn’t find it in myself to regret a single second.

“No,” I whispered. “You?”

“Not even close.” He kissed me then, slow and deep, and I felt that same pull from earlier, that magnetic thing that had drawn me to him in the first place.

When we broke apart, I was breathless again.

“I want you again,” he said simply, his forehead resting against mine. “But only if you want this too.”

I answered by pressing my lips to his. 

Everything was different this time around and it wasn’t like the first time which was so fast that I couldn’t even think about anything. Now I was doing everything from my own mind, my own thoughts.

It was like we had all the time in the world, but it was just the stolen hours. 

His touch was soft and that was how he exploded my whole body like he was memorizing a curse, especially with every sound that came out of me. 

His hands were moving with purpose and finding places that made me gasp, that made me arch into him, and I even forgot about the reason why I was in Vegas. 

I didn’t come for all this, but here I was in bed with another man. This isn’t payback for Declan.

“You are incredible… I just don’t want to get my hands off your body.” he prayed against my neck and the way he said it… Like he meant every word when I didn’t even know who he was. But something cracked inside of me.

Before I knew it, I had already wrapped my legs around him as he settled in between them. He didn’t take even a second before he pushed inside me again this time. 

I tried to keep my eyes closed, but his deep voice instructed me again for the second time. “Look at me, don’t try to close those eyes. I love seeing them.”

I kept my eyes open, watching how he moved at a fast pace, and his jaw line was hard, his eyes were dark, but with a desire that never left mine. 

I could tell that every part of him wanted me. 

“Touch yourself,” he commanded softly. “I want to watch you.”

My hand trembled as it moved between us, finding that sensitive spot while he maintained his steady rhythm. 

The dual sensation, him inside me, my fingers circling, was almost too much.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice strained. “Let me see you fall apart.”

I did. Shamelessly. Loudly. My back arched off the bed as waves of pleasure rolled through me, and I felt him follow seconds later, his grip on my hips tightening as he buried himself deeper.

I wanted to scream at that moment because I had never felt anything like this before. It was painful at every thrust but I didn’t want him to leave either. I wanted him to continue with whatever he was doing because I just couldn’t help with the pleasure that came along with the pain.

That was how we stayed for a long moment, tangled around each other, our hearts racing and beating heavily against our chests. 

“Arrh…” he exclaimed, with a loud voice and finally rolled towards one side of the bed, pulling me together with him. “You might just ruin me,” he said as I curled on his chest. 

I wish I were the one who was going to ruin his life… but it was the other way around. He had done a lot of damage to me already and he didn’t just know that.

Damages that I enjoyed, and probably might want him to do it again. 

I smiled against his skin. “That sounds like a two-way street.”

His laugh rumbled through his chest. “Fair point.”

At that point, I wanted to ask some questions. Probably his name and where he has come from. Then I thought about letting it go till it was morning. I didn’t want to ruin the tension at that moment. 

“Let’s try something else,” I said in a soft voice. I had always had this fantasy in my head. It was time.