“Mmm . . . I know that. God, you feel good. You smell good.” She buried her face into the exposed skin that had been revealed earlier when he’d taken off his tie and opened a few of the buttons on his shirt.
Inhaling deeply, she fell just a little more under Julian’s spell. Oh, hell, who was she kidding? She’d always been hot for him. White-flame hot. She’d just never been uninhibited enough to tell him exactly what she wanted. Right now, she didn’t care.
“Who am I?” he demanded, tilting her face up to look into her eyes.
“Julian,” she whispered immediately. “The only guy who has ever made me feel this crazy, this desperate.”
“Dammit! I don’t think this should happen this way, but God help me, I don’t think I can walk away,” he rasped, his stormy eyes devouring her.
“Don’t. Please. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything as much as I want you right now, Julian. I need you.” Her voice had a whimper of longing she’d never heard come out of her mouth before.
“Fuck!” The curse flew out of him as he leaned down, his heated breath flowing over her mouth, making her tremble with need.
Do it. Please, just do it now.
“Kiss me,” she pleaded, his mouth just an inch or two from hers.
“I don’t want you to hate me later,” he confessed, sounding anguished.
“I won’t. Show me what I’ve been missing, Julian. Show me what it’s like to be with a man who really wants me.”
“You mean you don’t know?”
“Not really. Sex was never amazing for me. I’ve only been with two men my entire life, and both of them walked away because they couldn’t handle my lifestyle. Neither one of them cared enough to stay. To be honest, I don’t think I wanted either one of them. I just wanted to be normal, to be with somebody who cared.” Suddenly, she felt like confessing everything to him, and if it was because of the alcohol, she didn’t give a rip.
“I won’t walk away from you. I literally can’t,” he said in a husky whisper as he finally swooped in to kiss her, his mouth instantly ravishing and volatile.
His words made her heart beat faster and spirit soar. Maybe all of this wasn’t real, but she could pretend just for now that Julian found her irresistible. Her body and soul were aching to be touched by Julian, and now would be all she ever had.
Just one stolen night of pleasure.
Without breaking his possessive embrace, he lifted her into his arms and took her into his bedroom. It was past dawn, the early-morning light flooding the room with a romantic glow.
He lowered her carefully to her feet and broke off the breathtaking kiss. “There is no going back after this, Kristin. Understand that?”
They never would be able to undo what was done here this morning, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was both of them naked, feeling his heated skin against hers.
“I know,” she acknowledged, reason flying out of her head as she watched him slowly unbutton his shirt with a carnal, feral expression on his face that she’d never seen before.
Kicking off her annoying heels, she stepped forward to put her fingers on every part of him that he was slowly revealing. His chest was broad and strong, the warmth of his skin so enticing that it made Kristin crazy with her need to run her hands over his entire hard body, to explore all of the places she’d longed to touch since the very first day she’d met him.
When the white garment was completely unbuttoned, she nearly tore the shirt from his body to get to his flesh. “I need to touch you,” she shared, not caring how desperate or pathetic she sounded.
She’d wanted to be like this with Julian for a long time, and the feeling was so delicious that she wanted to savor every moment.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he warned. “I don’t have much patience right now.”
“Then go wild,” she told him earnestly, repeating his earlier words. “Let’s live out this fantasy together.”
“I have every intention of doing that. But I don’t want it to be over before it even begins.”
For Kristin, time didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except for the desires of her heart, mind, and flesh right now.
Dropping the discarded shirt to the floor, she said, “I can’t wait to have you inside me.”
“Christ! If you keep saying those things, I’m not going to live through this, Scarlet.”
Kristin wasn’t about to stop fighting for exactly what she wanted. “What’s so wrong about wanting this so much?” she reasoned, frowning at him.
He looked at her for a moment, their eyes locked in a clash of green and blue. “Not a damn thing,” he admitted gruffly. “I want you to want me.”
She speared her hands into his hair and closed her eyes, practically melting into a puddle as his big hands stroked over her back, then made their way to the zipper on the back of her dress. He had it sliding to the floor seconds later.