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“I’d love to see what you try,” he said, a wicked grin on his face. She adored that face, adored those eyes that shone so bright with desire.
“Let’s see, when we were last alone together in a bedroom, I believe I was…”
She came up on her knees and unbuttoned her blouse. Julien reached out and helped pull her shirt down her arms. She threw it onto the floor with a flourish. Julien knelt in front of her and kissed the tops of her breasts. She forced herself to do nothing as he kissed her neck and chest. They shouldn’t rush things. This night could be Julien’s first time. He’d spent his teen years fighting for his life. Why not show him exactly how much light had been waiting for him at the end of that tunnel?
“You’re really okay, now?” Remi asked as Julien wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her even closer. They faced each other on their knees, her breasts pressing against his chest. She could feel his heart pounding.
“I’m fine. You’re not going to hurt me, I promise.”
“Good,” she said and pushed him down onto his back. He laughed as she straddled him again. But the laughter stopped the moment she unhooked her bra and took it off. She took him by his wrists and brought his hands to her breasts.
“Oh my God,” he said, holding her breasts, squeezing and cupping them. “I’ve missed them so much.”
Remi laughed but the laugh abruptly turned to a gasp when Julien pinched her nipples. A shock of pleasure bolted through her from her breasts to her back and all the way down her spine. Her nipples hardened as Julien teased them and gently tugged them. She closed her eyes and did nothing but let Julien touch her. She felt his erection pressing against her even through his jeans.
“Your turn,” she said breathlessly. “I don’t want to be the only shirtless person in the room.”
“Okay, but…”
She shook her head. “No butts yet. Just your shirt.”
Remi sat back so Julien could roll up. He sighed heavily before pulling his shirt off over his head.
“It’s not as bad as it looks,” he said, lying on his back again.
Remi gazed down at his chest. He was thin, yes. Thin but muscular. He’d clearly taken getting into shape after his recovery very seriously. He had a chiseled stomach, sinewy biceps, a broad chest, and…
“No,” she said. “It’s not bad at all.”
She reached out and touched the raised four-inch scar on the right-hand side of his upper chest. It was smooth and bright pink, much like Julien’s face at the moment.
“They put this thing in your chest—a Medi-Port,” he explained. “It’s how the drugs are delivered.”
“Then I’m glad you have the scar. It saved your life.”
“The day they took it out was the best day of my life. Until today.”
Remi’s fingers fluttered. When had she ever desired someone this much?
“It’s hideous I know,” Julien said, wincing slightly.
“It’s not bad at all.”
“Good. You can keep staring at it. It’ll give me an excuse to stare at your, you know.”
“Boobs? Breasts? Tits?”
“All of the above…”
Remi put her hands on either side of his shoulders and lay on top of him. When her bare breasts touched his naked chest, he inhaled sharply.
“You okay?” she asked.
“I’m so happy I’m not dead right now, I could cry,” he said. “Am I dead? Is this heaven? Can you get massive hard-ons in heaven?”
“Wouldn’t be heaven otherwise.” Remi stretched out on her back so Julien could have total access to her chest. They kissed again as he ran his hand over both her breasts, gently touching, squeezing, holding, caressing. He lightly pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. His touch gave her breathtaking amounts of pleasure. As he touched her, she slid her hand up and down his arm, relishing the ridges of muscle he’d worked so hard for after recovering.
Remi threw her leg over Julien’s hip to bring his body even closer to hers.
