Julian nodded without hesitation. His lower lips tucked between his teeth.
Beckett had barely settled his ass on the edge of the mattress before Julian moved toward him. He tracked each of Julian’s moves. His heart slammed madly against his ribcage as the duvet whipped away and Julian’s hands reached for him. Julian wore nothing more than a tight pair of sexy black underwear.
“Motherfucker.” His cock burst free of his mental control, tenting his pajama pants. So much for hiding his erection. How could anyone concentrate with something so beautiful coming at them? Jesus. Beckett had to force his hand to his side as he slid into his spot on the bed.
“Get comfortable. I told you I wouldn’t be keeping my hands to myself…” Julian purred, helping to push Beckett to his back. “Scoot to the center. I haven’t slept with anyone in my bed for years. I like you here. I’m exhausted, and my protector’s here to keep me safe.”
“Julian…” Beckett hesitated. He was shit to do anything more than follow Julian’s exact instructions. He watched Julian’s tantalizing palm travel over his T-shirt from his navel to his pec, caressing and massaging the muscle rippling and twitching from his touch. “I want you. You know that. I…”
“I trust you. You give me courage. You’ve changed something in me,” Julian confessed as he anchored the length of his lithe body against Beckett’s side. Julian’s hand burned the same trail, this time going lower until his warm fingers slid under the hem of Beckett’s shirt and pushed the material up. Every one of Beckett’s senses leaped to high alert in instant overdrive. Julian moved his hand over the bare skin of Beckett’s chest while easing a long leg over his body.
“Lose the shirt.” Julian’s voice held full authority.
He was helpless to do anything more than let Julian guide the shirt over his head as Beckett reached for Julian, drawing him closer for a kiss. Seconds before their lips met, Julian whispered something that caused Beckett’s dick to punch against his pants. “I want you, too. You’re sexy as hell, Beckett St. Clair. Let me take care of you tonight.”
Julian’s hips rolled against Beckett, driving his rigid cock against his thigh. Julian was just as hard for him as he was for Julian.
Beckett’s stuttering heart took flight. He fought his most basic urge, driving him to take charge, to allow Julian to guide their way tonight. Every one of Julian’s actions showed how hard he was trying to find his way back. Beckett walked a tight rope of his desire. Too many months of wanting Julian in just this way made it hard to balance the give and take.
As gently as he could, he pulled Julian down for a kiss and somehow managed to keep it light. A consuming desire pumped through his veins as he nipped at those fleshy lips, tracing them lightly with his tongue before pressing in. Julian’s lips parted, and their tongues met, sweet and slow.
Just like always between them, the kiss shot to hot and heavy in record time. God, their chemistry soared off the charts. He wondered if Julian could feel the energy surging around them. He sucked Julian’s lip into his mouth then drove his tongue back inside as Julian rutted against his thigh.
Breaking from the heated kiss, Julian pushed at his pajama pants.
“Off,” Julian demanded then helped tug the dark gray bottoms down his legs before tossing them to the floor. Julian seductively crawled down Beckett’s body, teasing a path of kisses from his nipples to his hip bone, before long slender fingers circled his cock. Beckett’s body hummed, vibrating under the tender assault. Having Julian’s fingers on him felt so fucking good.
“Julian, are you sure?” he managed. The rise and fall of his chest revealed his steady pant for oxygen. He shifted his position on the bed to get a better view, tucking the pillow under his neck. This was what dreams were made of, and all his were coming true. He didn’t want to miss any part of what Julian Cullen had in store.
After two sultry tip to base tugs, Julian’s heated gaze lifted to his. He grinned as he gripped the base of Beckett’s cock. Wet, velvet heat engulfed him, pulling a gasp from his lips as Julian swallowed him down with a dip of his head. Julian’s head bobbed a few times before easing off his cock to work him, alternating between his hand and mouth.
Julian’s mouth was fucking sinful. Amazingly sinful. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head as Julian’s clever tongue curled around his sensitive head and toyed with his reserve. He gripped the sheets with such force the tips of his fingers hurt.
The way Julian worked his cock with his mouth then his hand made Beckett’s insides quiver with erotic intensity. He couldn’t take his eyes off the man nestled between his legs. Not with the way Julian worshipped his cock. He was held spellbound by Julian Cullen.