Julian pinned her against the counter. “I can’t wait. Not another fucking minute,” he growled as his mouth lowered to hers, one of his bandaged hands gripping her hair to keep her still.
Kristin moaned at the feel of his lips and hands on her, his dominant aggression, her body responding the instant that he touched her.
Wrapping her arms around him, she kissed him back with all of the pent-up emotions she’d been hiding away for days, their tongues entwining in a duel for the title of which one of them was the most sexually frustrated.
As he lifted his mouth, she gasped. “I can’t think when you do this to me.”
“Then don’t think,” Julian rasped. “Feel.” He trailed sensual kisses to the side of her neck, driving her crazy.
“Julian,” she whined, knowing she had to somehow stop him now. “I love you.”
“Fuck! I love it when you say that,” he rumbled. “If I don’t get you naked right now and bury myself inside you, I’m going to have a damn heart attack.”
Kristin’s body, heart, and mind weren’t going to let her resist anymore. His needs were hers, and she knew he was feeling the same demanding, primal urges that she was experiencing.
Taking a quick glance to his side, she saw that Haven was out cold on the floor in the throes of a puppy nap.
“Come with me,” he demanded, grasping her hand and taking her upstairs in the elevator.
Once they hit the bedroom, Kristin started to help him undress without another word.
She unbuttoned the shirt she’d helped him close this morning, her heart accelerating with every inch of his rock-hard chest that she exposed. Finally, the shirt opened completely, and she leaned forward and put her mouth against his heart as he shrugged out of the garment.
Then, she flipped the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper, her belly clenching painfully as she felt his hard erection beneath her fingertips. Would the fact that he wanted her so desperately always affect her this way?
God, she hoped so.
She bent down and yanked at his jeans and briefs, triumphant as she liberated his cock. Julian kicked them off his feet impatiently as Kristin pulled her sweatshirt over her head and tossed it on the floor.
Licking her dry lips, she ran her fingers over the velvety surface of his engorged shaft, ready to taste him.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Julian grumbled, grabbing her by the shoulders and making her stand straight. “I have to be inside you this time, Scarlet. If you wrap that beautiful mouth around me, I’ll never make it.”
He made short work of her bra, then cupped her breasts with his bandaged hands, teasing her nipples with his fingertips.
“Julian.” She arched her back, his teasing almost painful to the sensitive, hard tips.
He stopped and moved his hands down, fumbling with the button of her jeans. She helped him, but once her zipper was down, he slowly lowered the denim and the lace of her panties himself. They only got to her knees before his mouth was between her thighs, his tongue darting between her slick folds.
“Oh, God.” She held on to his shoulders and kicked the garments off, none of which stopped Julian from getting what he wanted.
He grasped her hands and pulled her down to the carpet, their clothing surrounding them in small piles.
Kristin didn’t even notice. All she saw was Julian as he towered above her between her parted legs, his fingertips stroking over her clit. Her body shuddered when she met his eyes, the intense need in his expression so strong that Kristin couldn’t look away.
I feel the same way.
I need you.
Now.
He sat back, then pulled her up onto his lap to straddle him. “I’m not going to be happy unless I can feel all of you,” he told her huskily, holding her until their bodies were flush.
Kristin sighed as soft skin and hard body connected, her nipples brushing against his chest as she wrapped her arms around him. “I love you so much,” she whispered into his ear, rubbing her cheek against his forehead.
He lifted her and she scrambled desperately to help him as he lowered her down onto his cock. The bliss of him filling her made her shiver as they finally connected, with Julian buried to the root in her sheath.
“Christ! I love you, baby,” Julian rasped as he squeezed the cheeks of her ass, and then giving them both time to absorb the feeling of finally being free to express exactly how they were feeling.
He didn’t move, his arms just enfolding her and holding her body against him. Kristin panted, needing more, but also wanting this moment.
Julian was hers, and she could feel it with every beat of his stuttering heart against her breasts.
Leaning back, she kissed him, a slow, sensuous motion that seemed to go on forever once he ran his hands up her bare back and speared his fingers in her locks, holding her right where she was while he devoured her with a hunger that matched her own.