I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to me. “Then take me,” I say, in a fierce whisper, looking deep into his eyes.
Julian takes a shuddering breath and holds me by the waist as he stares into my eyes. I can see the question, the searching, longing look in his eyes, the worry and concern...and the love, all swirling and surging in his beautiful, brown eyes.
“But your...” His hand moves gently to the spot where the knife had plunged into my gut. “Does it hurt...?”
I smile up at him. “Not anymore. I'm ready, Julian. I want you.”
Wordlessly, he bends down to slide his arm under my knees. Our eyes remain locked as he straightens up and carries me up the stairs. He pushes into his bedroom and lays me down on his bed so very gently, as though I were a fragile, precious thing.
Cupping my face with his hand, he looks at me with such love and tenderness that I gasp, feeling as though my heart might burst any second. He blinks slowly, and I feel his long lashes brushing against my forehead. “I love you,” he whispers, kissing me.
I sit up without breaking the kiss and my hands find his collar. I tug him down forcefully down to the bed and push him onto his back. He holds my waist as I straddle him and begin to undo his buttons. Peeling away the two halves of his shirt, I run my hands up and down his solid chest and taut stomach. I frown as I feel the length and girth of his torso. He seems to have lost weight. His chin is sharper than before. “Julian,” I mutter.
He looks up and sees the pained expression on my face. Immediately, he moves his hands away from my buttons and just holds me. I shake my head and press his hand back to my breast. “I just don't want you to be losing so much sleep and weight,” I tell him, running my thumb over his cheek.
“That's easy.” His lips quirk up. “All you have to do is sleep and eat with me. That's a sure fire way of getting my appetite up.”
I smile at his cheeky answer, and bend down to kiss him. He responds immediately, our kiss quickly deepening with our desires. He unbuttons my blouse and slides it off my shoulders. Unclasping my bra, he pulls it down my arms and his breath catches as he admires my half-naked body. He is lying on the pillow, staring with raw lust down my bare shoulders to my breasts. His eyes trail down to the scar at my side and he swallows. “Sophia,” he breathes softly.
I bring his hand up to touch the scar. “Feel it,” I tell him. “Feel me.”
Very carefully, he runs a finger across the jagged scar. His breath, when he finally exhales, is ragged. He opens his mouth, but I put a finger to his lips to silence him. Very slowly, I trail my finger down his chin, his neck, and down his chest. I draw tantalizing, languid circles around his nipples, and see his eyelids flutter shut. When I scrape my fingernail across his chest and over his nipple, he shivers and catches my wrists.
His hips buck as he yanks me off him and flings me onto the bed. I land on my back, my wrists twisting in his grip. He lets go of me to unbuckle my skirt and slide it down my legs. Without removing my panties, he slides his hand between my legs and begin to massage my clit.
He continues rubbing me through the silk of my panties as his mouth closes over my breast and sucks hard on my nipple. He takes my nipple between his teeth and rolls it gently, before nipping it and licking it. I arch my back for him to take more. Cupping my butt with his hands, he finally pulls my wet panties down my legs. He kneels between my parted legs, and pushes his own pants down. Kicking away the last shred of clothing between us, he leans in to me, slowly lowering his body to mine so that we can feel the heat of our skin on each other.
I wrap my arms around his beautiful, naked body immediately, running my hands all over his long, lean body. I feel his tight butt, his waist, his strong, defined back and his hard, huge cock. I run my legs up and down the length of his, and he starts to move his body against mine, giving delicious friction to my erect nipples and throbbing, swelling clitoris. I can feel an impending orgasm building from my hips, the liquid heat spreading throughout my body. Julian continues moving against me, his eyes holding mine until my eyes flutter shut at the pleasure that is cresting to an uncontrollable climax. I shudder and arch my back, my muscles tensing and clenching as my orgasm pulses through every nerve in my body. Julian takes my breast into his mouth and suckles me hard as I come. The pleasure is so unbearable that I dig my nails into his hair, his back until the last shudders of the sudden orgasm subsides. My breathing is heavy and ragged as I blink up at him.
Julian is looking at me with dark, lust-filled eyes. He pushes my legs further apart and swiftly goes down on me. I gasp as I feel his tongue pushing against my vagina, lapping up my folds towards my pulsing clit. He sucks at the juices flowing out of me, smearing them all over my pussy lips and engorged nub. Tasting me, eating me, licking every inch of me, Julian closes his eyes and devours me as he forces my legs wide apart. My hands move up to my puckered nipples and I tug them lightly. My fingers run across my breasts, teasing them and rubbing against my nipples. Julian's eyes flick up to see what my hands are doing and I hear him murmur in appreciation. His eyes hold mine, looking intently into my face as his tongue pushes deep into me. I gasp, and he slides his tongue in and out of me, fucking me with his tongue. When he moves up to lick my clit, his fingers take over and he pumps into me with one, two then finally three fingers. He moves slowly at first, letting me adjust to the width before increasing the pace when I relax and my juices provide ample lubrication. He sucks harder and when he licks at my throbbing, scorching clitoris, I come undone with a cry. The climax is even fiercer than the first, and my vagina walls clench hard against his fingers, pulling him deeper into me and not wanting to let go. I am still panting hard when he pulls me into his embrace.
“You okay?”
I can only nod. He looks searchingly into my face until I nod again, my eyelids fluttering slightly. He reaches over to his bedside drawer to pull out a condom. I take it from him with a coy smile and rip open the wrapper. He grits his teeth when I take his erect cock in my palm and roll the condom on for him inch by tortuous inch. I close my palm around his girth, feeling how huge and hard he is. My eyes flutter and my breath comes in short, quick spurts as I wonder briefly if it will hurt when he penetrates me. Yet I want him inside of me. I want our bodies to join, the same way our hearts are beginning to. The pull is irresistible, the bond and the want undeniable.
We are both kneeling on the bed and I reach my arms up to circle his neck. He leans in to kiss me, and he seems to see the spark of lust and fear in my eyes. “We'll take it slowly,” he assures me and his arms move to support my back and waist as he lowers me onto the bed.
Still kissing me, he pushes my legs apart with his and the tip of his cock slides against the wet walls of my vagina. He tests my readiness by sliding one finger into me, feeling my growing wetness. He thumbs my clit and continues sliding his finger gently in and out of me, until he is sure I am wet enough for him. Licking at my nipples, he raises one of my legs and pushes it towards my breast, opening me up wider. Very slowly, he explores my slit with his cock, pushing gently, not penetrating me immediately, but seeking and teasing, allowing only the head of his cock to dip into my hole. Unable to bear it any longer, I close my eyes and breathe, “Please.”
With our eyes locked, he pushes into me slowly. Inch by inch, I feel him slide into me. When he is fully inside me, I sigh and clench around him, feeling his rigid length buried in me. Raking my fingers through his hair, I pull his head down to kiss him.
“You feel so good,” he whispers, his breath catching. “You're so tight and so wet, Sophia. So fucking sweet.”
I clench around him as he begins to move. Sliding himself smoothly in and out of me, he raises my other leg and I automatically wrap my legs behind his solid back. He begins to pump me with a steady rhythm, his eyes holding mine as he raises my arms up over my head. My hands find the headboard and I grip it tightly, my pleasure intensifying as his hands close over mine. I am pinned beneath his hard, moving body, his hands grippin
g mine. I look down to see where our bodies are joined, to see his rock hard cock thrusting into me and my breasts bouncing with his rhythm. The sight makes me arch my back and a soft moan escapes my lips. Why had we waited so long for this? This is how we were meant to be, together, having each other, giving and taking each other. This is how I want it to be, for a long time.
I plant my feet on the bed and raise my hips to grind into him. I move in tight, urgent circles against his body, rubbing my clit against his groin. “Sophia,” he grits out.
I close my eyes and keep moving as he pounds hard and fast into me. There isn't time to prepare my mind and body for the sudden ferocious orgasm that whips through me. The shattering pleasure explodes from my hip to every nerve in my body, and I scream his name over and over again. His name is still on my lips when I open my eyes and see his handsome face above me, his fingers caressing my erect, glistening nipples. He kisses my eyelids and pulls his cock out of me. I see him smirk when I whimper at the sudden emptiness. Turning my trembling body in its side, he kisses my shoulder and continues kissing down the curve of my waist and hips. I push back against his body, feeling his erection stabbing into my butt.
Breathing heavily, Julian pulls me up gently by the waist. I lower myself on my elbows and knees, letting him take me from behind. He pushes into me easily, and begins to thrust furiously. He is not fucking me gently this time, but hard and urgent. The need, the hunger, the lust is almost primal and feral. I begin to pant and he moves his hand from my hip to stroke my clitoris. He slicks my juices over my nub and rubs it, harder and harder in time with his thrusts. I feel his lips on my shoulder, his teeth nipping my ear before kissing down my back. My name tears from his throat just as I climax. His own release follows swiftly, and my walls milk his cock greedily and repeatedly as he shudders and pulses in me. Letting out a shaky breath, he continues moving in me until finally, he slides completely out of me and we collapse on the bed.
His strong arms find me immediately, pulling me against his chest. I can feel his heart thudding strongly against my palm. “Can you feel my heart?” he whispers, smiling.
I nod.
“It's yours,” he says simply.
I blush deeply and look down.
“Now, let me feel yours,” Julian says, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
I swat his hand away. “You just want to feel me up!”
“Well, it's the position of your heart. That's just how the human body is built. I can't help it if I have to put my hand over your gorgeous breast to feel your heart...” he deadpans and cups his hand over my breast. His fingers begin to tease my nipple, which responds to his touch instantly. It lengthens and hardens until Julian loses his facade of restraint. Lowering his head, he suckles me hard, making me gasp in pain and pleasure.
Weakly, I push him away and when he kisses me, I can feel the smile on his lips.
“Satisfied much?” I ask, arching one eyebrow.
“Very.” Julian sighs deeply and pulls me tighter into his arms. “Stay, Sophia. Stay here, with me.”
“I love you, Julian, but I won't stay. I want us to be together, but not living together. Not yet,” I reply softly but firmly.
He sits up immediately, staring at me. “What are your plans?” he asks quietly at last.
I smile, and take his hand. “I'm going to apply for a proper job. I worked as a secretary before and I was a darned good one. I'm sure if I looked hard enough, I'll get the position I want. I just haven't been looking, and I haven't been applying myself. I sort of just wallowed and wandered, and drifted for longer than necessary. It's time. It's time to stop dying and start living.” Julian smiles when I quote his exact words back to him.
“But you could still stay here and work...” Julian argues.
I shake my head adamantly. “No. I'd like to work and pay my own rent. Have some space, some independence, some time. And I'd really like to go out with you...sometime. Lots of times. Every weekend and every...” I stop myself before I can blurt out 'every day'. I do want to be with him, but I have to stop myself from diving off the cliff and landing in a bloody heap at the foot of whichever man I've allowed to hold me captive. I have to grow a spine, and thirty is a late age to be growing one. But never late than never.
Julian tilts his head at me, studying me. His frown gradually subsides and a smile creeps over his rugged features. “A secretary, eh?” He rubs his chin, making a dramatic show of pondering over my words. “I think there just might be an opening at the hospital where I work. No, no, I'm serious. The Director's office is looking for a secretary and if you could type up your resume, I'll drop it off for you at the HR Department. That's all I can do. The rest is up to you. You'll have to go through the interview and stringent recruitment process like everyone else. No pulling strings and no preferential treatment just because you slept with their brilliant resident consultant.” He wags his finger sternly at me, but the curve at the corner of his lip cracks his otherwise convincingly stony expression.
“Pulling strings? Sleeping with their sexy consultant? I wouldn't dream of it,” I tease back. “I'm a good, naughty secretary.” I wink at him.
His eyes widen and he tackles me on the bed, tickling me mercilessly. I shriek and attack him back, but he is impervious to my assault. How can anyone not be ticklish? Despite my best efforts, I have made hardly a dent in his impenetrable, unticklish armor.
Finally, he stops tickling me and just holds me, allowing me to catch my breath.
“I think that would be really nice,” he says, stroking a strand of hair away from my face. “Seeing you at work every day.”
I start. “But you don't check in at the hospital every day. You work from home.”
“I think...my schedule is due for a change. I should cut back on my research, and see more of my patients.”
“But that would mean two, three hours' drive, at the very least, for you every day, to and fro...”
“Which I would enjoy. If I can see you every day, and have dinner with you before going home, I'll be driving back with a smile on my face every evening,” he says softly.
I grin. “Or...you could sleep over at my place.”
He returns my grin. “Oh, are you making me an offer I can't refuse? Fine. I'll sleep over at your place during the work week, and you have to come home with me for the weekends.”
I nuzzle my face into his neck, breathing in his masculine scent, the sexy smell of him, of me, of us. Julian's hand is on my waist and I feel him tracing the ridges of my scar very gently.
“Do you find it...really sexy?” I smile up at him.
“Yes,” he breathes, pulling me close. “It speaks of your courage, your strength, your love. You...are so sexy, strong and beautiful...and you are mine. My beautiful Sophia, I am not letting you go. Ever. You understand?”
“Yes, Dr. James. Now...” I trace my finger down his body to feel his hard, solid length. “Your incredible sex machine has, well, increased my appetite greatly. I'm afraid it has done its job a bit too well. So now, you—Dr. Julian James, the man, will have to outdo your own machine.” I raise my eyebrows and challenge boldly, “Think you can do that?”
His lips quirk up and he rolls me on my back so that I am lying beneath him. Gathering me into his arms, he whispers, “Yes, darling, I know I can,” before kissing me and holding me and loving me, for a long, long time.
End
Table of Contents
Copyright © 2013 Natalie KristenALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
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