I flick my gaze up to meet his as he reaches the end of the bed, but he doesn’t stop, instead climbing onto all fours and prowling toward me. I can’t move, not that I’d want to; no, I’m quite content where I am.
He crawls up my body until we're nearly nose to nose, sharing the same air. He’s all I can see and smell, filling my every sense and making me ache for more to the point that I’m willing to beg.
If only I knew what I would be begging for.
“God, you're so fucking beautiful, Wren.” His breath rolls over my lips, and I resist the urge to lick them, hoping for a taste of him.
“I told you to stop looking at me like that,” he says, and I hear the warning in his tone, the promise to make me regret it.
Fuck, I hope so.
“No.”
His eyes blaze for all of two seconds before his lips crash into mine, stealing anything else I was going to say along with the air in my lungs.
He tastes like everything I’d hoped for and so much more; he’s sweet like honey, and I can’t get enough.
He continues to crawl up the bed and my body without breaking contact, and I feel his hard cock as it presses into my stomach.
I want to touch him, but I’m not sure how, and honestly, I’m not sure I could handle more right now. This kiss already has me burning up; my whole body is hot and needy in a way I’m not used to.
“Shhh, baby, breathe,” Julian whispers against my lips as he settles over me, and I can’t stop the gasp that’s ripped fromme as his knee moves between my legs, pressed against my throbbing, needy pussy.
He pulls back and looks down at me, his eyes smoldering and his lips red from our kissing.
I wasn’t aware it was possible for him to be sexier.
“Fuck, you're making this so difficult,” he says as he leans further away, peering down at me as he rolls his bottom lip under his teeth and bites down hard.
“Making what hard?” I ask, unsure if I don’t understand because I’m missing something or because my brain is all frazzled from our kissing.
Maybe both.
He presses his leg up into me, making my breath catch in my throat, and he throws his head back with a low groan.
“Me for starters,” he says with a grin that's shit-eating if I ever saw one. “But I’m trying to go slow. I know you’ve never done this before, and I didn’t want to push you or overwhelm you, love.”
Well, that’s sweet, but it also kind of makes me feel silly.
He moves down my body, and his head drops to my chest with a huff.
“I’ve never gone slow before. This is terrible,” he whines, and I can’t help but bark a laugh.
“We don’t have to go slow. You're the one who stopped, not me.”
He glares up at me through his lashes but makes no attempt to move, and I roll my eyes slowly, carding my hands through his still damp blue strands. His glare melts away, and a lazy, adorable smile pulls at his lips.
I’ve never held onto my virginity for any reason in particular; losing it just wasn’t ever an option.
The one time it might have been, I was too drunk, and that ruined it.
I’d sworn never to drink again.
We lie there for a little while longer before my alarm goes off and scares the hell out of us both.
“Who sets an alarm this early on a Saturday?” Julian grumbles as he grabs my phone from the bedside table where he’d been sweet enough to plug it in for me.
“I have a meeting with Dimit—I mean Mr. Adler.”
