Julian mercifully rises and hovers over me. His lips are fast and urgent. My lips are slow and languid. He can’t stop touching me. His hands are on my bare thighs. He pushes my shirt up to get to my stomach. They’re somehow in my hair at the same time. I can barely touch him. My arms lie at my sides and my hands attempt to touch the part of him I can reach. My shirt somehow disappears. My bra too. I can’t believe I can still feel my toes, let alone when he pulls my nipple into his mouth.
I look down and realize his shirt is gone. He’s working on his jeans. He can’t stop.
“Julian.”
I laugh as he attempts to kiss me and undo his zipper. I shove against his bare chest. “Stop.”
“I can’t,” he growls, burying his face in my neck. “I want you so damn bad, baby, I can’t see anything else.”
“Are you going to enjoy every second?”
“Probably not,” he admits, getting his jeans off. He’s in his boxers only and the bulge from his erection is heavy and thick. “But right now I don’t mind.”
As much as I want to be with him I don’t want it to be like this. I want him to feel exactly what I’m feeling. “I mind.”
His shoulders sag. “You do? Of course, you do.” He looks rabid. His eyes are silver and his hands won’t stop touching me.
I giggle at the look on his face. “I bet you want in my mouth now, don’t you?”
Just the mention of it makes him look at my lips longingly. “I want in somewhere else more.”
I feel my muscles clench in response to his comment. I shove at his chest until he’s lying on his back. I find the strength to straddle him. “I’m going to torture you now.”
“You’re not going to be able to. I’m going to bust all over you.” As he talks he moves, writhing against me.
I love knowing how badly he wants me. Sweat coats his chest and my fingers slide against him as I bring my body down to hover over his waist. I kiss his hardness through his boxers until he’s begging.
“Please, Kaelyn.”
There is power within his want for me. I take his boxers off and his cock leaps out. I drop them on the floor and find the courage, bringing my mouth down on him. I wrap my lips around his tip and suck him hard.
Julian hollers out a moan.
I grip him in my hand and feel how hard and smooth he is. His body heat is searing this close. I think he may last approximately five seconds. I don’t even have time to savor his sweet musky taste. The moment I move him deeper into my mouth I feel a stream of hot liquid shoot into the back of my throat. Still, I push him in far as he can go, tasting him as much for me as I do for him. He continues to empty himself into my mouth, his body tight and corded with pleasure. Stream after stream of his gratification coats my tongue. Beneath me, Julian falls apart.
He is mine.
I pull him out of my mouth and lick down the length of him, removing the remnants of his cum with my tongue. He’s still hard, but not as rock solid as he was before. When he’s clean, I look up to find him watching me. He reaches down to grab for my face.
He brings me to him until our mouths can connect. I lay across his chest as our lips taste the other. We kiss until we can’t kiss anymore, until our lips can’t move. Until we’ve given the other everything we have.
Until everything he wants is everything I am.
Chapter Thirteen
When I wake, I’m alone.
I roll over and search for him. How out of it did I have to be for him to leave without knowing it? The covers are pulled around me and my head rests on a pillow. I miss his chest.
Stretching out, I cringe from the ache in my ribs. It’s not as bad as it was, but it’s painful when I move the wrong way. I don’t let it dampen my mood. My entire body feels weightless, like I could float away at any second and nothing will stop me from touching the sun. I’ve never felt so calm and peaceful. I get more comfortable in my covers, feeling no need to move or rise ever again. I would do anything to keep this man.
Anything.
Feelings begin to surface. They rush over me, so intense and consuming I can’t put a word to them. Goosebumps sprout on my body as the sensation of my emotions takes over. Contentment, yearning, safety, lust, desire, and at the end: fear I may not have this forever. Because I want this more than I want Nessa in jail, more than I want to feel wanted, more than anything.
I want to feel this way about another person and know they feel it too. For the first time, I know Julian reciprocates. I can tell in the way he kisses me, how passion-filled his lips are. I know when he holds me he’s doing it because he doesn’t want to let me go. When he looks into my eyes, he wants to see everything. The realization leaves me heated. I could be wrong, but I don’t think I am.
I want Julian.
My naked body is covered in him. I pull the sheets down and look at myself. I rub my hand down my stomach and touch myself. I don’t feel tender, but I can tell where he was for hours.
I roll out of bed and stand on wobbly legs, striding out into the hall naked and satisfied. I pause and listen. I hear dishes clinking in the kitchen and the smell of coffee wafts down the hall. Imagining seeing him like this, even after what we did, makes me apprehensive.
I’m covered in last night. It saturates my skin like sweat. I can smell his cologne all over my body. After grabbing a towel from his suitcase, I slip into the shower. The hot water feels marvelous on my face. I stand under the stream for a long time, lathering vanilla soap all over my body and in my hair. Last night comes to me in lust filled flashbacks. Being this close to someone is intoxicating. Men have always been mean, indifferent, abusive users. I didn’t know someone could be this way. So gentle and yet sexy. So caring and completely consuming.
I make a face in the shower. Maybe all men aren’t this way. Maybe only Julian is.
When the water starts to cool, I get out. I wrap myself in a towel and then dig around in my bag for some clothes. I bite my lip staring at the new panties and bras he bought. The red ones are soft and silky and barely there. I can’t imagine wearing them. There’s a dark blue lace set I didn’t get to see and a black pair that makes the red pair seem chaste. I pick the black pair.
When I put it on, I look at myself in the mirror. The thong hardly covers anything, but I think that may be the point. The bra is practically see-through. They fit me perfectly, hugging my body and showing curves I never realized I had. When I turn to the side I must admit a small part of me likes how I look in it. I feel confident in this. Like a woman instead of a girl. I run my hands over the soft delicate fabric.
“You’re perfect.”
I look over my shoulder to find Julian watching me. He’s only wearing his jeans from last night. His abs lead the way to the trail of dark hair that disappears into his open zipper. His hair is mussed and his eyes take my body in. He hasn’t showered yet. I like that he’s still covered in me. Seeing him makes me feel a myriad of emotions. Lust and shyness are at the forefront. I turn back to my body.
He walks deeper into the room and wraps his arms around my waist, bending so he can rest his head on my shoulder. Our eyes meet in the mirror. Lust wins. It shatters my shyness. I touch the hair at the nape of his neck and I cover his hand on my stomach with my other.
“How do you feel?”
I want to say something to him. Something huge I can never take back. “I lo …” Something that refuses to touch my lips. “I loved last night.”
“You loved it?” It’s as if he can tell. His eyes are full of humor and his hands hold me tighter.
He knows what I wanted to say. “Did you love it?”
“I love everything we do together,” he promises me hoarsely. “Yeah, I loved it.”
My breathing is ragged. I turn around in his arms and look him in the eye. “We both loved it. What does that mean?”
“It means,” he says, grabbing my chin. He presses his lips to mine, kissing me so hard I feel my knees weaken. “That you and I are both in love with something
.”
“When are we going to have sex?”
He smiles against my lips. “If I tell you you’ll expect it. The anticipation might torture you. Didn’t I torture you enough last night?”
I reach down and touch him through his jeans. “I should torture you right now.”
He groans low in his throat. “I made breakfast. It might get cold.” He doesn’t sound like he minds if it gets cold.
“We can heat it back up.” He grows against my hand. I rub him rigorously, earning another deeply satisfied moan. When he’s as hard as he can get, I pull away and walk over to my duffle bag, swaying my hips.
“Brat.” He chuckles quietly to himself. “I’m going to take a shower. Breakfast’s on the table. I’ll be out shortly.”
“What are you going to do in the shower?” I glance at his erection.
He runs a hand down his face. “I’m going to finish what you started.”
“Have fun.”
“Always do.” He pulls his jeans down right in front of me, letting his thick hardness free. Walking past me, he grabs the same towel I used and wraps it around his waist. “You mind if I use your towel?”
I shake my head, marveling at his body. “I don’t mind anything you do.”
He reaches down and grabs my chin, bending down to kiss me. “I love everything you do.”
Butterflies swarm me.
When I hear the shower, I try not to imagine what he looks like soaking wet. Forcing myself to get dressed, I put on a pair of jeans and my white Paris shirt. It reminds me that I need to buy some new clothes, and that I’ll need my job to do so. I search through Julian’s things until I find his cellphone.
As I wait for an answer, I head to the kitchen. There’s French toast and warmed maple syrup. My stomach growls.
“Bella’s. This is Tamryn, how can I help you?”
Hearing her voice makes me feel odd, like a version of me I no longer am. “Tamryn? It’s Kaelyn.”
She sighs heavily. “Where have you been?”
“Something … came up.”
“Shocking. Well, are you okay?”
“I will be.” I take a seat at the table and pour coffee from the French press. “Did you replace me?”
“They’re interviewing a couple people tomorrow.”
Now I’m regretful. “I need this job.”
Julian comes out in a pair of black jeans and nothing else. I’m momentarily enamored by the delicious just-washed sight of him as he sits beside me, brows raised curiously. “Who’s that?”
“If you need it, you might want to show up.”
“Bella’s,” I whisper.
He frowns and wiggles his fingers. When I stare dumbly at him, he grabs the phone from me. “Kaelyn quits.”
“What’re you doing!”
“She has way too many things to worry about right now. Working is not one of them. I’m her boyfriend. Oh, I plan on taking care of her. Don’t worry.” He grins when I try snatching the phone, pushing me away. “So, it’s official? She’s no longer an employee? Great,” he says, and I think he may mean it. “Later.” He hangs up and sets his phone down.
“Why did you do that? I need that job.”
“No, you don’t. You need to focus on yourself right now. You still have to graduate and then figure out where you’re going to college. And there’s Nessa. And not to mention me. You’re too busy.”
“What about money?”
“Don’t worry about money. I’ll take care of you.”
I grab my fork and stab at my French toast. “I can take care of myself.”
“I know you can. But tell me this.” He looks me right in the eye. “Can you let another person take care of you?”
My stomach drops. “At this point, it’s like taking a step back.”
He shakes his head. “I’m going to help take care of you. You’re going to let me.” To prove it, he grabs the cream and pours it into my coffee. “Sugar?”
“Can I take care of you?”
“When I need it,” he allows, spooning sugar into my coffee. “Now eat, baby. We’ve got a long day ahead of us.”
I wonder what he means by that, and if it has anything to do with our long night together.
I have to admit as we eat the idea of finally having someone to rely on, even for the little things, brings me an extreme sense of relief. I peek at him, at his handsome face, at the way he watches me at the same time. I love that when I catch him, he doesn’t look away. He smiles.
“Are you having fun so far?” he asks, finishing his French toast. “Birthday number three is coming up.”
“Fun? Do we ever have to leave?”
His grin is wide and pleased. “We can spend the day on the beach if you’d like.”
I smile timidly back. “I’d like.”
“You’ll love it in Frisco then. Birthday number seventeen if things go according to plan.”
“You are not taking me to San Francisco.”
“Yes, I am.” His tone is firm. “It’s cheaper than Paris. I could scrape together everything I have and take you there. You want me to do that?”
I sit back and cross my arms over my chest. “Listen to you.”
“Listen to you. Why did you buy that shirt?”
I look down at my Paris shirt. “It was cheap and cute. It was the only way I could ever have anything to do with Paris. That’s why I bought it.”
“We’ll go one day,” he promises. “Until then, Frisco will have to do. Go put your bikini on. I’ll meet you on the water.”
“Yes, oh helpful master.”
“Kael.”
When I walk around the table he smacks my ass hard. I gasp and whirl around, trying not to smile at the naughty look on his face. “What’s your problem?”
“Do that again and I’ll torture you for hours.”
I rub my ass cheek sullenly. “It’s not torture. I loved it.”
He gets up and starts stalking me. “You want to say that again with your legs wrapped around my head for hours? I could taste you for that long, baby. I would love to taste you for that long.”
I feel his words where my panties dampen. I want to be with him tonight. “Can you make love for that long?”
His eyes widen appreciatively at my comeback. “I can damn well try.”
Desire nestles between my legs. “Right now?”
Smiling slightly, he shakes his head. “Can I have some time to plan for it?” He touches my face in his hands. His palms hold me. “I want it to be …” He seems to think for the right word. “Undoubtedly the most pleasurable experience of your life.”
I don’t want to know what he has to prepare, so I shake my head yes. He kisses me delicately for a long time, making my toes curl against the floor.
“Go put your bikini on. I’ll bring everything down in a few.” His eyes dare me to do it.
Lucky for him I find my wits after his kiss just in time. “Of course, father.”
In a confusing rush, I’m over his shoulder. I yelp and squeal as he walks me back into the bedroom. As he walks, he spanks me.
Julian smirks as he repositions me so I’m facing him. “Got any more in you?” He holds me against his chest.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, breathless from laughing. “I’ve got tons, Mr. Ean.”
He clucks under his tongue. “I’m going to undress you and put your bikini on for you since you seem to be having trouble.”
“How sweet of you.”
“I’m always sweet,” he quips, dropping me to my feet. “Arms up.”
I lift my arms.
He pulls my shirt over my head and drops it on the bed. Next, he unzips my jeans, pushing them over my butt and down my legs. I step out of them. We hold each other’s gaze the entire time. His eyes shine silver. I imagine what mine must look like. Gleaming midnight and stuck on him like he’s the only thing that matters.
“Mr. Ean?”
“Hmm?” He reaches around to undo my bra.
“I love my new bra and panties.”
“Me too.” He drops to his knees and effortlessly guides my thong down my legs. “I’ve wanted to ask you this.” His finger parts my middle slowly, making me jerk. “Why do you shave?”
At this point, I don’t think there’s anything we can’t talk about. “I’m a redhead.”
He smiles like he figured as much. “Stop.”
“Why?” I ask, confused.
“Because you’re a redhead.” He gets up and grabs my bikini out of my bag. “And I’m bossy, remember? Don’t question me.”
“Right, right. Of course.” I grab the baby blue top from him and put it on, followed by the skimpy bottoms that barely cover my front or back. “My ass is huge,” I grumble, looking at myself in the mirror.
“Better to spank you with.” He drops his teasing tone. “You look amazing, Kael. You have to see it.”
I see a skinny girl with a huge butt and bruises. Her cheeks are flushed pink from the man beside her and her eyes are bright because he somehow wants her. That’s what I see. For the first time, I’m okay with it.
“Thank you.”
His eyes widen. “Did you just take a compliment?”
“Don’t push it.”
I grab the tie around my wrist and put my hair in a ponytail. My bruises look less grotesque, but still painful. After Julian changes into a pair of black swim shorts he grabs a cooler from the fridge and a bag that’s on the counter, and we both make our way out to the water.
The sand melts beneath my feet. The water is calm and blue, and the sky is pale and cloudless. The smell of the salt water and the feeling of the warm sunshine on my skin puts me instantly at ease. Julian sets out beach towels.
“You should put some sunscreen on.” He sits down and pats the spot in front of him. As he massages lotion onto my back and shoulders, I watch the waves roll in, reveling in the feel of his warm hands kneading my tight muscles. “Do you know how to swim?” he asks, kissing below my ear.
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