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I huffed a quiet laugh and scooped an arm around her waist, pulling her off my bike. Jules buried her face in my shoulder, her fingers sneaking under the hem of my shirt. I caught her hand and kissed her fingertips.
“No wandering hands yet, pretty girl.”
She gave a grunt of disagreement but she let me lead her inside the building and up to the second floor where my apartment was. She stumbled on the threshold and I kept her upright, tightening my grip on her waist.
“It’s so…nice,” Jules said, her words slurring together slightly as she gazed around my apartment. Taking in the slate grate and steel colors, the open kitchen, the spare navy-blue furnishings. A bachelor pad in every sense of the word. “You definitely don’t have siblings. They would ruin it in a heartbeat.”
I steered her toward the bedroom. If I was honest, I wouldn’t mind someone else messing up my living space. I’d lived alone for so long that I would gladly sacrifice a clean and tidy apartment if I had someone to come home to, if I could fall asleep beside someone every night.
Jules dropped onto the foot of my bed, stifling a yawn. I knelt before her, tugging off her shoes. Her hand strayed to my hair, brushing a few strands away from my forehead. I glanced up. She slid her hand under my chin, drawing me up to kiss her.
I braced my hands on the mattress, bracketing her hips. Jules hooked her palm around the back of my neck, pulling me down on top of her. Every curve of her body fit so perfectly with mine – the swell of her breasts against my chest, the easy way my hips slotted between her thighs.
“Jules,” I mumbled against her mouth.
Her hands dropped to my chest and she opened her eyes to look at me.
“You’re tipsy, baby,” I said. “We’re not going any further until you’re stone cold sober.”
Jules’ eyebrows drew together and she took a breath to protest. But I stopped her, brushing my thumb against her lips. Settling onto the mattress beside her, I pulled Jules into my chest. She wiggled closer. Then she slotted one knee between my thighs and I flinched. If she kept squirming like this, I would have no chance of hiding my growing erection.
With a quiet sigh, Jules wrapped her arms around my waist. This time, she didn’t try to slip her fingers under my shirt. She tucked her face into the crook of my neck and shoulder and her breathing evened out within minutes.
I held her a little tighter in the dark, her sleep-warm body enveloped in my arms.
***
The rush of running water woke me. I blinked awake in the golden light of morning and turned my head to see Jules standing in my adjoining bathroom at the sink. Her top was off, leaving her in just a bra and jeans as she twisted her hair up into a messy bun. My gaze roamed over her bare back, punctuated by beauty marks like constellations. She grabbed her shirt, tugging it over her head. Then she caught my gaze in the mirror.
“Looks like Prince Charming is finally awake.”
I barely remembered falling asleep last night. After staring at the ceiling, holding Jules and hoping I didn’t mess everything up, I marveled that I’d managed to get any sleep at all.
Draping my arm across the mattress, I held my palm out to her as an invitation.
“Come here.”
Jules wasted no time in hurrying across the room. I cupped her waist, pulling her on top of me, her thighs straddling my hips, her hands planted on my chest.
“How’s the hangover?” I asked.
“Raided your medicine cabinet this morning,” Jules replied. “A little ibuprofen is working wonders. Feeling better already.”
“Hungry?”
A gleam came into Jules’ brown eyes. She scratched her fingernails lightly down my torso and her gaze dropped, lashes shadowing her cheeks.
“Yes,” she said, her voice low and quiet, loaded with a different kind of meaning.
“Sober?” I asked, matching her tone.
Jules’ gaze tracked up to my face. This time, when her fingers slipped under the hem of my shirt, I didn’t stop her. The feel of her cool fingertips against my warm skin was electric.
“Yes,” she whispered.
I skimmed my hands up her sides, catching her shirt as I went. As soon as her shirt came off, I pushed myself up on one elbow, cupping her cheek to kiss her. Jules opened to my tongue immediately, her lips pliant and soft. When I brushed my knuckles across her cleavage, her breath hitched.
I broke away, lowering my mouth to the top of her breasts, perfectly mounded above her cherry-pink bra. I sucked a kiss into her skin and Jules dropped her head back with a gasp.
