“There isn’t much you can’t do here. Name it, Kristin. I’ll make it happen.”
She sighed and turned around, completely hypnotized by Julian’s low, sexy baritone voice offering to basically make any dream she had come true. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she became mesmerized as she looked into his deep ocean-like eyes, feeling like she was drowning in them as she murmured, “I’d like to take a bath in that enormous tub the size of a bed that I saw when we came in.”
“Done. But that one is too easy.” He looked down at her with a naughty grin she couldn’t resist. “Think big. Think of something you really want.”
“Kiss me?” she asked him huskily, unable to stop herself. It was the most important thing she could think about at the moment.
It was as if he’d just been waiting for her request. Julian swooped down like a hawk seizing prey and covered her mouth with his.
Moaning against his lips, she threaded her hands in his hair, letting her senses become overwhelmed by the coarse feeling of the strands between her fingers. He pinned her against the wall with the force of his desire, and Kristin wallowed in the feeling of his body plastered against her as he plundered her mouth with an urgency they shared.
He grasped handfuls of her hair, moving her head so he had her exactly where he wanted, positioned so his tongue would lash deeper into her mouth.
Whimpering helplessly, Kristin pushed back into him, letting herself get lost in Julian’s kiss, not caring about what would happen in the future, that she’d crossed a line where she could never go back.
Just once, she wanted to know what it felt like to be wanted with the almost-violent need that Julian seemed to be feeling right now.
She felt it, too.
And it was burning them alive.
Both of them were panting as he finally moved his mouth to the sensitive skin at the side of her neck, leaving a burning trail wherever his lips and tongue decided to claim.
“This!” Julian rasped against her neck. “It’s this that’s always been there, Kristin. This is what we’re both afraid to explore.”
“I know,” she whispered desperately, tilting her head to give him better access.
“I’m not fucking afraid of it anymore.” He nipped her neck and then soothed over the spot with his tongue.
Kristin moaned, wanting to just give in to her insatiable urges, needing nothing except Julian to touch her.
Her hands moved down his muscular back and under his sweater, needing to touch his bare skin.
“I want—”
Kristin was cut off by a powerful knock on the door.
“Goddammit!” Julian rumbled, lifting his head with a tortured groan.
She froze as the sound came again. “Who is it?”
“Probably Micah. I told him what time I’d be here and asked him to come up for a drink. He’s scared as hell that Tessa will run screaming from the altar and change her mind. He needs to loosen up.”
Her body trembling with unspent need, Kristin stepped back. Julian was the only brother here for Micah’s wedding. “Go answer it. I think I’ll go take that bath.”
He kept her trapped against the wall and gave her one more rough kiss before he let her go. “This isn’t going away, Scarlet.”
She darted out of the hole he’d left open when he’d moved, anxious to go somewhere and try to pull herself together.
As she entered her bedroom, she could hear the boom of Micah’s voice and the jovial greeting passing between the two brothers. Closing the door, she leaned against it, her heart racing as she took a deep breath, then released it slowly.
It took her a while to go seek out the enormous bathtub.
Even though Kristin had retreated to her room, Julian could still smell her on his clothing, sense her presence in the suite. His cock was still rock hard as he sat down with Micah in the living area, both of them with a beer in hand.
“How’s Tessa holding up?”
Julian had come to adore his brother’s fiancée, and even though Micah was panicking, it wasn’t because he was getting married. He was just afraid that Tessa would decide she didn’t want to marry him at the last minute.
“Better than me, I think,” Micah admitted.
“She isn’t going anywhere, Micah. She loves you.” Julian knew that was true. He’d never seen two people who belonged together more than his brother and his fiancée.
Julian was grateful that Tessa had agreed to marry Micah. Hell, he was glad that his older brother had somebody who loved him so damn much. His brother had changed, his mind finally on something other than business. And he looked pretty damn happy. Well, except for right now. But he’d get over it once the wedding was over.
“Yeah. Don’t you think that’s kind of crazy? She’s a perfectly sane woman,” Micah asked Julian, his tone sounding like he was only partially joking.