“It’s too much for anybody. Hell, she’s barely had a life.”
“Sounds like somebody else I know,” Micah remarked sarcastically. “Hell, I don’t think you ever really took a vacation during all those years you were working.”
“Yeah. And I regretted it,” he admitted. “But I’m making up for it. Besides, you have no room to talk.” Micah had been a workaholic before he’d met Tessa.
“Maybe not. But take it from somebody who knows. Get her to talk. Women aren’t always feeling the same way we are.”
“You mean they aren’t always thinking about sex?” Julian said in mock horror.
Micah laughed. “Not always.”
“Well, damn. Then I guess seduction is no good.”
“It’s good,” Micah confessed. “But it’s not enough.”
“I’m slowly discovering that,” Julian answered in a disgruntled tone.
He chatted with his brother for a couple more minutes before they hung up, and Julian wasn’t any closer to finding a solution to his dilemma than he had been before.
I need to step things up.
Problem was, he didn’t have much time.
CHAPTER 17
“What are you doing?” Kristin asked nervously as she walked out of the bathroom after dressing for bed in a silky emerald-green nightgown that hugged every curve she had.
Julian had no body issues. He’d just stripped down naked and was currently sprawled out on the bed with his engorged cock in his hand, stroking over the length of it absently.
“Thinking about you,” he answered with a wicked grin.
Her heart stuttered as she looked at his incredibly ripped body and casual position. One arm was stretched behind his head, the other was, um . . . busy. He looked like sin and temptation, the mischievous expression on his face dangerous.
How he could be so amusing—yet so intense—was a mystery to her.
And Julian was one big enigma wrapped up in a delicious package. He was unpredictable, and he could easily catch her off guard.
Just like he was doing right this moment.
Her eyes ate him up, lovingly caressing his muscular chest and six-pack abs.
She waited where she had stopped, at least ten feet from where she wanted to be, on the bed right now. Julian would make his move. He always did.
Chewing on her lips, she waited.
And waited.
Then, she started tapping her foot in impatience as she watched him turn his head, still stroking a firm hand over his cock.
“Well?” he said with a devilish expression on his face. “Do you want some of this or not, baby?”
Kristin nearly groaned, pressing her thighs together to stop herself from sprinting over to the bed and crawling up his gloriously nude body, begging for him to touch her. Julian always came and got her, taking her where he found her, or to bed to do all kinds of wicked things to her body that left her pleading for release.
Never, not once, had she ever needed to wait for him to jump all over what he wanted.
Licking her lips as she stared, mesmerized by the distracted motion of his hand, she answered huskily, “Yes. Yes, I think I do.”
He crooked his finger at her to summon her closer. “If you want it, come and get it,” he answered bossily.
It was a challenge. Kristin knew it. Julian wanted to see if she’d be the real aggressor. There was teasing behind his actions, but his purpose was very clear.
Am I willing to go to him? Am I willing to initiate the intimacy?
There was no question of whether or not she wanted him. Every time she so much as thought about Julian, her body reacted. But she’d be damned if his victory would be that easy.
She put a fingertip to her chin. “I’ll have to think about it,” she told him with a sultry smile. “There are a few things I’d like to do, but I’m not sure you’ll like it.”
Sucking on the tip of her finger, she met his gaze boldly.
“What?” he asked, his voice suddenly urgent.
“I want my mouth all over your body right now, and I’d really like to move your hand aside and take over that job.” She nodded her head toward his cock.
“Then fucking do it,” he rasped, his hand moving a little harder and faster.
Sauntering over to the bed, she smiled down at him, her heart ready to leap out of her chest with longing. His body called to her, and it was screaming loudly right now.
“I’m not sure I should,” she considered as she slid one leg onto the bed. “I mean, it is rather bold.”
“Then be bold,” he demanded.
Kristin had lost track of how many times he’d brazenly pleasured her with his mouth between her legs. Never once had she returned the favor. Not that she didn’t want to. Honestly, she wasn’t that confident with her skills in that department, but she was fairly certain she could find a way to please him.
The way Julian was constantly lusting after her like she was a supermodel had given her a sense of sexual power that she had never experienced in her entire life. He made her want to break out of herself and be the temptress he accused her of being.