“You won’t be needing those.”
I turn around and see a naked Julian climbing into his big, comfy bed. Mmm … I doubt I’ll ever get tired of looking at that view.
I shrug my shoulders and put my clothes back in my bag. I run a comb through my hair, fix it into a braid so I don’t look like a wild woman in the morning, and climb into bed. I’m barely in when Julian wraps his arms around me and pulls me tightly to him. After a little shifting, I find a comfortable position, take a deep breath, and exhale. It took a ton of work, but I’m finally where I want to be—in his bed and in his arms. Julian starts running his fingers across my stomach, and I have zero doubts he feels like he needs to satisfy me before we go to sleep. I had already decided before I got in bed that I just needed him to hold me. I wiggle out of his embrace and roll over so I’m facing him. He looks tired but peaceful. I place my lips softly on his and whisper, “Goodnight, Julian.”
I know he understands when he replies, “Are you sure, Lexie?”
I nod my head, lay it against his chest, and fall asleep in his arms.
Chapter Twenty
The feel of Julian’s very hard penis pressing against my ass isn’t a bad way to wake up. Julian shut the blinds in his room last night, so it’s still dark in here. The clock on his bedside table says 9:00 a.m., and I can’t believe it’s already so late. I don’t remember the last time I slept so soundly or woke up this turned on. But now that I’m awake, I’d like to finish what we started last night. I wiggle my ass and push it against Julian. I’m not sure if he was awake before, but he is now. His penis twitches against me.
“Hmm … good morning to you too.”
He reaches around and puts his hand on my breast and starts caressing it. He rolls my nipple in between his fingers, and I instantly feel a rush of wetness between my thighs. I moan and push back into him harder. He grips my hip and holds me to him. He’s making slow circles with his hips while pushing his rock-hard dick against me. I take the hand that’s on my hip and place it on my throbbing wet sex.
Julian whispers sexily in my ear. “Mmm … is that what you want, baby? Do you want me to touch you here? Dime lo que quieres.”
It’s so sexy when he speaks to me in Spanish. “I just want you to touch me, Julian. Wherever. However. I just need your hands on me.”
He groans as he slides his finger across my clit and into me. I rock my ass and hips back into him and fall into the rhythm of his touch. He kisses the back of my neck, my shoulders, and my back. His tongue is hot on my skin. I feel a second finger enter me as Julian speeds up the tempo, and I can’t help but moan in ecstasy. As good as this feels, I want the real deal. I want him inside me. I try to pull away so I can turn around to face him, but he stops me and whispers in my ear.
“No, corazón, let’s try something different this morning.”
He gently rolls me over on my stomach, and I understand he wants to enter me from behind. I lie flat for a minute as Julian reaches over and grabs a condom from his nightstand. I hear him rip the packet, and I turn my head and see him rolling it on. I get up on my knees, and Julian positions himself behind me. He pulls me up so that my back is against his front and we’re both on our knees. Julian reaches around with both hands and massages my swollen breasts. His hands find my nipples, and he tugs at them and rolls them between his fingers. His lips are hot on my neck, and I shudder as he dips his tongue in my ear. I arch back into his hands and make an undulating motion with my body. He reaches down with one hand and rubs his fingertips across my clit. I’m so turned on and so close to climaxing now.
Julian senses this. “Are you close, baby? You’re so wet. I can’t wait to be inside of you, but I want you to come for me first. C’mon, come for me.”
Every muscle in my body tightens as Julian brings me to an amazing climax with his fingers and his words. He pulls his hands away when he’s sure my orgasm is finished and leans into me in silent direction for me to get into a kneeling position. I do, and I feel his hard shaft slide easily into me. I can’t help but gasp as he grips my hips and sinks all the way in. He’s long and hard, and in this position I feel him so deep inside of me.
“Are you okay, Lexie?”
I’m better than okay. “You feel amazing, Julian.”
“You are amazing, baby. The way your body responds to me is such a turn on.”
Julian’s slow rhythm starts to pick up speed, and his heavy balls slap against my sex. He’s so deep it almost hurts—but not quite. We’re so fused together it’s hard to tell where he stops and where I start, and I realize that not only do I want to be his, but I need to be his. And I want him to totally be mine. I make a vow right then, as he’s pumping in and out of me, that I’m going to make every effort I can to make sure nobody else gets in the middle of what’s happening between us. Julian must be feeling the same emotions because the next words out of his mouth are, “Eres mío, Lexie. Solo mío.”
It isn’t a question. He’s telling me I’m his and only his. My heart swells at his declaration, and I want him to know that yes, I’m his and only his.
“Yes, Julian, I’m yours. Solo tuyo.”
Julian slows down, and I feel him start to slowly pull out of me. I let him turn me over so I’m beneath him. He spreads my legs and sinks back into me. The few seconds without him in me were too long. I wrap my legs around him and grab his ass so I can pull him as close to me as possible.
Julian’s face is right next to mine. I think he’s going to kiss me, but he whispers into my mouth instead. “Say that again, please. I want to look at you when you tell me you’re mine.” His eyes are blazing with desire.
“I’m yours, Julian. I’m yours.”
His lips find mine, and his tongue slips into my mouth. I touch mine to his, and they begin a slow, seductive dance that imitates the way his body is dancing with mine. We move so well together. We move like one. I feel Julian’s muscles tighten, and I know he’s close to coming. He pulls back, and I see his chest heaving and hear his breathing become more rapid. He’s moaning softly and starts to thrust faster and faster until he releases all his desire into me.
He lies on top of me for a few moments, and I savor the feeling of his sweaty, shaking body against mine. He presses up into a pushup position over me and leans his forehead against mine. His eyes are closed, and he stays like that for a minute. When he opens his eyes and looks at me, I see everything he’s feeling. He starts to say something and then stops. He kisses me deeply instead and lets his emotions pour into me through his touch.
Julian’s mouth is on mine. Then it’s on my neck, then my breasts, my stomach, and finally my sex. He spreads me with his fingers and flicks his tongue over my swollen clit. I’m still wet and very sensitive from his dick rubbing against me, and his touch causes me to squirm.
“Want me to stop?” Julian is teasing me as he teases my clit. His long, smooth tongue is gently moving up and down my cleft. It feels so amazing, and I feel the stirrings of another orgasm beginning.
“No, please, don’t stop. I never want you to stop touching me. I want to come.”
I’ve never really had a problem asking for what I want in bed, and I’ve had some vocal lovers in the past, but Julian makes me feel so comfortable that I’m able to tell him exactly what I want and need. Ironically, I really don’t need to say anything to him because he already knows exactly how to take care of me.
“I told you, Alexa. I won’t stop until you come for me. I could stay in this bed and make you come all day.”
The thought of Julian spending that much time between my legs coupled with the reality of his tongue licking me brings me to an explosive orgasm. I lay there trembling as Julian kisses the inside of my thighs and lays his head on my stomach. We’re both silent as we savor the delicious moments we’ve shared this morning. All of the craziness from last night has disappeared, but I know there are some things we really need to talk about. As
fantastic as the sex is, I don’t want to get in the habit of using our bodies to say things our mouths can’t or won’t.
Julian gives me a quick kiss and tells me he’s going to use the bathroom first. He shuts the door, and I hear the shower turn on. I don’t join him this time. He’s out quickly and walks into his closet naked. It’s hard not to stare. He comes back out in turquoise board shorts that hang sexily off his hips and look great against his tan skin. He isn’t wearing a shirt, and his abs are on full display. I’m not sure I’m going to be able to keep my hands off of him if he’s dressed, or not dressed, like this all day. He sees me ogling him and flashes me a big, warm smile.
“I’m going to go make some coffee and breakfast. Omelets okay?”
I nod my head. “Wow, I’m a lucky girl. Great sex and now breakfast? You know how to treat a lady right.”
I’m still lying naked in his bed. He walks toward me, bends over, and places a soft kiss on my lips. “This is just the beginning, Alexa.”
My heart swells, and I smile brightly at him. For the hundredth time, I mentally pinch myself to prove this is real. When Julian leaves the bedroom, I grab my bag and head into the bathroom. I take a quick shower, brush my teeth, and keep telling myself I deserve to feel this good. I wind my hair up into a messy bun and put on a touch of makeup. I fish my teal bikini out and put it on. It’s halter style with neon-green ties and piping. I think it looks good on me and hope Julian agrees. I throw a matching three-quartered-sleeve mini cover-up over it, put some gold hoops on, and slip my feet into gold Tory Burch thong sandals. I check myself out in the full-length mirror behind the door and give myself a mental thumbs-up.
I smell coffee and breakfast as I make my way into the kitchen. It’s a beautiful kitchen with dark cabinetry, white countertops, and state-of-the-art stainless steel appliances. There’s also a huge island in the middle. Julian’s back is to me as I enter, and I see he’s on the phone and cooking at the same time. It sounds like work, so I stay quiet. He has set a mug, creamer, and sugar out for me, and motions to the coffee pot when he notices me. I make a cup and walk over to the door leading to the terrace. Julian nods that it’s okay to go out, so I open the door and step out. It’s already hot and humid, but the terrace is covered by an awning and is somewhat shaded. This space looks similar to the private one at the hotel, and for the first time I see Julian’s design stamp. I sit on the white couch, tuck my feet under me, and enjoy the gorgeous views of the ocean, intercoastal, and downtown. No wonder people pay so much to live here. I would spend all my time outside if I did.
I hear the door open behind me, and Julian tells me breakfast is ready. He has made veggie omelets that look and smell delicious. A carafe of orange juice and cut strawberries sit on the table as well. A perfect, healthy breakfast served to me by a hot man in a swimsuit. I quietly wonder to myself what chick flick or fairytale I woke up into this morning. Julian is still on the phone and motions for me to start eating. I wait and drink my coffee. After a few minutes, he gets off.
“Sorry about that. I usually go in every morning, and my staff isn’t accustomed to not seeing me first thing.”
“Do you need to go in? Because …”
“No, they’ll be fine.” He cuts me off, and I let him. I’d rather he not go in.
I take a bite of my omelet. It’s delicious. My man can cook too.
“Thanks for breakfast. This is yummy.”
“You’re welcome, Alexa. It’s my way of saying thank you for rocking my world last night and this morning.”
“Well, in that case, I need to cook for you the rest of the week because you keep rocking mine.”
Julian smiles brightly. “I talked to Danny. We’re going to stay here instead of heading to Lauderdale. It’s late already. Do you mind?”
“No. It doesn’t matter to me. I’m not sure why we were going to leave and go someplace else anyway.”
“Neither Danny or I really like to hang out here. People know who we are and think they can bother us with work-related stuff. You saw what happened at the hotel last night. I’d love to hang out there, or here, but it turns into work most of the time.”
Julian’s answer makes a lot of sense, and I tell him so. What I don’t say aloud is that as long as I’m with him I’m okay and I’d be happy anywhere as long as we were together. We finish eating, and I help him clean up. It’s normal couple stuff, and it feels awesome. His phone rings again, and he gets back on with work. His being on the phone makes me think about my phone. I walk back to the bedroom, sit on the bed, and grab my phone out of my purse. I turn it on and notice I have a few texts from Luke. Two are from last night, and one from just twenty minutes ago.
Luke: Lex…?
Luke: Ok, it’s morning. Call plz
I text him back instead of calling.
Alexa: It’s all good. Thanks for checking on me. Off 2 beach. Call you later.
I know I won’t be talking to him the rest of the weekend if I’m with Julian, and I hope he gets the hint. It’s not that I don’t want to talk to him, but Julian and I finally seem to have found our groove, and I don’t want to jeopardize it by talking to Luke. Julian is still on the phone, so I check my e-mails and send a few texts to my roommates and parents so they all know I’m okay. I look at the rumpled sheets on the bed and decided to make it. I pick up Julian’s pillow and inhale. It smells like him, and I hold it close to me and breathe him in. I love that after we have sex I can smell him on me as well. Julian walks in the room, sees me hugging his pillow, and breaks out in a huge smile.
He opens his arms. “That pillow doesn’t hug back.”
I walk into his arms, and he hugs me tightly. He gives the best, most sincere hugs, and being in his arms has become one of my happy places. After a few moments, I reluctantly pull away and begin making the bed. Julian joins me. He has a smile plastered on his face, and he keeps glancing over at me.
“And what are you thinking about?” I ask seductively.
I can only imagine. I’m staring at his half-naked body and thinking about what I want to do to it later. I assume his response will mirror my X-rated thoughts.
“I’m thinking about how good it felt to fall asleep with you in my arms and to wake up next to you.”
Okay. Not what I expected. Better than I expected. I walk around the bed to where he’s standing and put my arms around his neck, stand on my toes, and kiss him softly on the lips.
“How do you always know the perfect thing to say, Julian?”
“Was that the perfect thing to say, Alexa? It wouldn’t have been better for me to tell you I was thinking about your naked body and all the things I want to do to it?”
As he says these words to me, he’s rubbing his hand up and down my back and over my ass as he holds me tightly to him. A throbbing begins between my legs, and a slow heat starts to spread throughout my body. My body is saying yes, but my mind doesn’t care for his response. He answered my first question emotionally, and when I responded in kind, he went the sex route. I know I’ve been avoiding the emotional stuff, but if he starts avoiding it too, we’ll never move forward. I quickly wonder if he crafted his answer so I’d be comfortable with it. I’m feeling very close to him right now, so I answer truthfully.
“Julian, I can’t describe in words how incredible your desire for me makes me feel, and I’m more than willing to climb back into this bed and let you do whatever you want to my body. But your first answer was the right one. I know I have a hard time with the emotional stuff, but I don’t want this to only be about the physical stuff. I hope you know that.”
Julian hugs me tightly and doesn’t let go for a few minutes. I can feel his heart beating against mine, and I know I’ve touched him with my response. When he pulls back and looks at me, his eyes are soft and tender.
“That was the perfect thing to say, Alexa. And in answer to your question, no, I’m not always sur
e what you want. Sometimes I don’t know if you want me to fuck you or make love to you. I don’t know if you want me to only tell you how amazing you make me feel physically or if it’s okay to tell you how I’m feeling emotionally. I’m not sure you know either. And right now that’s okay. I’m enjoying your body so much that I’m willing to make sex the focal point because you seem more comfortable with that level of intimacy. But whether you want to admit it or not, this thing between us has not been just physical from the second you ran into me in the stairwell.”
I’m not really sure how to respond because everything he said is very true. Except the part where he thinks I don’t know what I want or how I feel. I do. I’m just not ready to tell him my feelings because I’m scared to death of them. I’m also scared of how he may be feeling for me. It’s all so quick and so intense. Emotions start to bubble up inside of me as I find myself overwhelmed by his ability to just lay it all out there.
His arms are still around me, and he’s looking down at me, waiting for my reply. In this moment I want to tell him everything. I want him to know about Brady, about why it’s so hard to trust how I feel, and why it’s even harder to trust how he feels. I want to tell him my heart feels happy and light for the first time in so long. I want to tell him what’s happening between us feels magical, and that I want to fall asleep and wake up next to him every day for the rest of my life. But the very fact I’m thinking about forever with Julian is enough to make me start flipping out. We have been together for just a few weeks. This incredible man is asking me what I want from him, and I can’t make any of those thoughts become words. I’m determined not to let this special moment pass, so I say the only thing I can.
“I just want you, Julian. That’s all I’m sure of. I just want you.”
When Julian’s mouth finds mine, it’s no longer soft and sweet. It’s hungry and greedy. I’ve obviously given him enough with my few words. He backs me up and lays me on the bed. His hands are on me, impatiently tugging at my cover-up. I feel his erection on my leg, pushing into me with its hardness. I’m untying his shorts when I hear voices in the hallway. It startles me, and I push Julian off. He seems more frustrated than concerned.
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