“I can’t fuck you when you’re hurting,” he grumbled.
She ground her pelvis down on him, able to feel his rigid cock through the thick cotton material of his sweatpants. “I need you. And it doesn’t hurt anymore,” she whispered right before she nipped his ear, then laved it with her tongue. “It hurts more here.” She ground her core against him again, letting him know exactly where she was aching.
“Christ, Scarlet! How do you expect me to ignore how much I want you when you’re this damn close to me?”
“I don’t,” she informed him cheekily. “I expect you to make the pain go away.”
He gently laid her down on the couch and stripped, coming back to her beautifully naked. He put a throw pillow beneath her head to cushion it, then gripped the pajama top she was wearing and popped every button with one quick and powerful tug. “I’m going to fucking hate myself for taking advantage when what you really need is rest. But I can’t keep from doing it. There’s never going to be a day when I won’t take whatever you offer me willingly.”
His expression was savage and hungry, and Kristin shuddered as their eyes met and held, both of them desperate for the same thing. “I’m more than willing,” she told him boldly. “I want you, Hotshot. Show me what you’ve got.”
Her pajama bottoms and panties left her body in one rough movement as she lifted her bottom to help him take them off.
“Come,” she beckoned, holding her arms out to him.
“You will come,” he answered coarsely, deliberately being obtuse as he knelt beside her and lowered his mouth to her breasts, his mouth and tongue playing over both of her rigid nipples one after the other.
She was panting loudly by the time he finally lifted his head, her core flooding with heat as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Kiss me,” she instructed.
His raw intensity almost burning her alive, he answered, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She pulled his head down. “You won’t.”
The kiss was sweet and tender, but still demanding. She savored the beauty of the moment. Usually their sex was desperate and so hot that she felt like she was spontaneously combusting.
This time . . . it was different.
It was just as satisfying, but there was a gentleness to the way that Julian touched her. A sense that he was showing her that she was the most precious person in his life.
Kristin’s heart skipped a beat as he raised his head and looked at her and swung his body on top of hers, keeping most of his weight from crushing her with his arms and hands. “You have no idea how I felt when I saw you on the floor, knowing somebody had hurt you. Nobody lays a hand on you. Not now. Not ever.”
The vow touched her clear to her soul. “Touch me in a good way, then.”
“Only me,” Julian insisted.
“Only you,” she agreed with a sigh, drowning in the ocean blue of his eyes.
He entered her slowly, inch by inch, giving her only a tiny bit of what she wanted at one time.
“Fuck me,” she demanded, raising her hips up to meet his.
But he pulled back.
“Patience, Scarlet. No need to rush to the finish line right now.”
She could tell that he’d like to, but he refused to do anything fast.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she strained upward, wanting him deeper, needing their connection to be more intense.
She closed her eyes in frustration, her head thrashing back and forth.
“Don’t,” he commanded. “Look at me. Stay with me.”
Julian dropped to his elbows and clasped her hands, entwining their fingers as he finally buried his cock balls-deep inside her.
Her eyes flew open and locked with his, unable to look away.
His expression of deep yearning captivated her, mesmerized her as he slowly withdrew and planted himself back into her sheath.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes.”
She gripped his fingers tightly, her gaze staying with him as he pumped in slow strokes, keeping her hypnotized with the rhythm and a willing captive as their bodies stayed skin to skin.
Kristin felt like she was flying, and Julian was right beside her. He didn’t rush as he thoroughly made sure she got all of him with every thrust of his hips.
Her emotions were raw as he never let up on the intensity of his gaze, keeping her with him in both mind and body. “You’re feeling so damn good that I never want this to be over,” Julian grunted as he began pounding inside her over and over again.
I love you. I love you so much!
The words were right there on the tip of her tongue, begging to get out. She bit her lip as he fucked her deeply, and so thoroughly that he was playing havoc with her heart.
“This. Is. Us.” Three words, and Julian made sure every one of them counted. “This is you and me, Scarlet.”