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“Let’s watch something on TV. A sitcom, maybe? I could use something light.”
He was obviously avoiding the subject of his foster siblings, but it wasn’t her right to push. He’d tell her when he was ready, or maybenever,considering they probably wouldn’t have more time together like this in the future.
They found a sitcom they both agreed on, and with Julian’s arm slung around Skylar’s shoulders, they laughed at the antics on screen. Still, Skylar couldn’t fully relax; she was too keenly aware of Julian pressing against her side and how his warmth and solid presence made her feel not just aroused but safe.
When the show was over, Julian rose and held out a hand to Skylar. “I still have that T-shirt you were wearing earlier if you want to sleep in it. Let’s go to bed?”
Her mouth literally dropped open, and he reached out and nudged it closed. “It’s no big deal, princess. It’s late, and I don’t want to send you out in the cold, but I also don’t want to sleep on the couch again. I figured since you pretty much destroyed my ass in that strip club earlier, maybe you’d take pity on me and give me the answer to one of my questions, only nonverbally. I want to know what it’s like to hold you in my arms while we fall asleep.”’
“Why?” she whispered.
He swallowed hard, then whispered back, “I don’t know.”
She knew he was telling her the truth. Just as much as she was when it came to him, he was confused by the desire to pull her close but also push her away. But the fact remained that hedidwant to pull her close.
And now he wanted to do it while she slept beside him.
She nodded, admitting to herself she wanted that, too.
Julian left her alone while she took a shower in the massiveen suitebathroom. Refreshed, she put on his T-shirt and came back into the bedroom to find Julian already in bed, reading a book. He grinned when he saw her and pulled back the covers on her side of the bed, patting the sheets.
She crawled in, and he turned off the light, then spooned her.
With a soft kiss on her ear, he murmured, “Goodnight, beautiful Skylar. Sweet dreams.”
39
When Julian awoke, he found his bed empty. Just a little nest where Skyler had curled up next to him all night long. He smiled and rolled into the empty space, putting his head on the pillow where hers had lain all night long. He’d loved holding her in his arms as she slept and would wake during the night just to smell her hair or wrap her tighter to his body.
He’d spent nights with clients before, keeping things platonic. Some women just wanted a warm body to hold them as they slept. But more often than not, when he slept next to a woman, it was always before or after sex. With Skylar last night, even though a sexless night was what he had fully intended, he couldn’t help but be a little surprised it had happened. The chemistry between them wasn’t just strong; it was Herculean. And it wasn’t so much that his cock had complained incessantly, growing thicker and nudging the crack in Skylar’s ass, but more that Skylar herself was one of the most sexual women he’d ever met, and that was even without her knowing the height of pleasure that sex could bring.
He stretched, threw his hands behind his head, and stared at the ceiling, thinking about the last two days with Skylar. He almost never took time off to relax, and even when he did, he always kept his eyes and ears peeled in case he found a story in the making. But yesterday, a story had been the farthest thing from his mind. He’d been all about spending time with Skylar and getting to know her, nothing else.
With spectacular results, obviously, since he’d not only gotten to know her by feeling how tight her mouth could wrap around his dick and how hard she could make him blow but also by simply talking with her and holding her in his arms.
And she’d gotten to know about him, too . . .
At this thought, he stirred, discomfort rising in his chest as he remembered when he’d told her about his foster siblings and had even given her their names.
He never talked about them to anyone.
Certainly never revealed names.
In the wrong hands, that information was the surest way to have someone unearthing secrets he had no intention of ever allowing to see the light of day.
So why had he told Skylar?
Yes, she’d become more than a story or a fuck to him, but as he’d told her, they were going to part ways soon, and nothing that had happened yesterday was going to convince him otherwise, no matter how tempted he might be.
And he had to admit, he’d been tempted far more than was good for either one of them.
There was something about her, something enigmatic and alluring that kept drawing him back time after time.
Was it the secret she kept hidden behind her eyes? Secrets he wanted to know the answers to?
Was it the confidence he saw spill out from behind those iron curtains of insecurity that she inevitably drew shut?
Was it the way the light glinted in her eyes and reflected joy or the way the corner of her mouth turned upwards whenever she was excited?
