SAFEHOUSE

Julien chuckled to himself. "Like my room, perhaps?"

"That will do," I said, smiling up at him.

The look on his face… I could see the want he had for me, something I had never really seen in man's eyes like that before. All I could think about was how much I wanted him.

He pulled away and grabbed my hand again, leading me up the first flight of steps to the second level where his bedroom was. The wind was catching up my hair as we walked faster and faster, both chuckling at our silly selves. Just the fact that I could laugh with him like this was so enthralling to me. I had never had a relationship with someone like this, where I half wanted to yank their clothes off and half wanted to have a late night conversation with them.

When we got to his door, he quickly fumbled for the key.

"Do you really have to lock your door? Is all that necessary?"

Julien shrugged his shoulders. "I guess not, but it makes me feel more secure. Especially with all the confidential information I keep inside of my room... Are we really going to discuss the security of my bedroom? Or are there more pressing matters to attend to?"

I bit my lip. He was totally right, there were definitely more pressing matters to attend to. In fact when he practically shoved me inside of the room he really did press his matters up against me, and I definitely wanted to attend to them.

Our hands were all over each other—one minute he was pushing me up against his wall, the next I had pulled him around and pushed him up against the wall instead. We both laughed and kissed each other, then laughed some more as we fumbled for each other's clothes. I was so excited I could hardly stand it, and judging by the growing bulge in Julien's nice slacks… he was pretty excited too.

My dress went up over my shoulders and off into the corner. Julien let out a growl, unhooking the front clasp of my bra and tearing it free.

"Is that better?" I asked, my voice husky and low. He did that thing that I loved where he narrowed his eyes at me with that wicked smile on his face.

I couldn’t believe I was here with Julien in his bedroom... While the rest of the château was covered in darker colors, Julien's room was white with dark trim all around. His bed was even larger than the huge bed in the room I was staying in, with matching satin covers in a cream color. It just screamed sexy and relaxed at the same time, sort of like Julien was himself…

Although nothing was relaxed about him now.

He pulled me up against himself and began kissing down side of my neck, his mouth covering my skin with force and desire.

"I just, need to… get this damn… thing off of you!" I grumbled, quickly becoming too impatient and yanking all the buttons off of his shirt. Whoops, I thought.

"That was a $400 shirt, Amira," Julien mused, that wicked grin of his cutting across his face. I shrugged, still smiling as I quickly moved my hands down to the next part — his pants.

"I’ll make it up to you," I replied.

With a quick pull and snap back I was able to open his pants, pushing them down. I don't know why we were in such a rush – ideally I wanted to take my sweet, sweet time with him. But my bones felt like they were jumping in my body, my blood was boiling hot, and I could think about was what was going happen next. The rush… all of it was starting to really get to me, and I knew that I was probably soaked through between my legs. I couldn't help it, he was just so damn hot!

He sighed as I stood back and pulled down my underwear as well, leaving me completely stark naked in front of him. All my inhibitions had just been thrown out the window, and

whoever this new person was who had taken over my body for the time being, she just didn't care. She wanted it all.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he whispered, his words a slow interlude to the crazy flurry of activity going on in the room. Even as crazy as I was feeling inside, my heart squeezed at his words, and I teared up.

"You aren't supposed to say things like that right now," I said, wiping at my face. "Save that for later, okay?"

Julien smiled at me, and nodded. "Come here."

I did, and with the last piece of Julien's clothing tossed to the side, I truly saw what he had been holding back for me this whole time. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head.

"Jesus, Julien!" Okay, maybe it was silly to shout, but when I saw what he was packing… He just grinned knowingly.

I slowly made my way back over to him, biting my lip as I did. I wanted to slow things down, just a little bit. It had only taken one minute for us to get to this point from the door opening, and I didn't want the next part only take two minutes. Forget that.

Julien seem to get the idea, and brought his palm to my cheek, trailing his fingers down my jawline until he brought them up to my mouth where I kissed his fingertips, taking each one of them and pulling them into my mouth to gently suck at them. There were those lustful eyes his, again. They sent a chill right down to my core.

"God, I love your lips, Amira. They're so full, so pretty, like little red pillows for me to kiss whenever I want," he muttered in my ear, his hands gliding down my sides until they reached my hipbones.

My skin was almost buzzing underneath his touch, and I could almost hear my blood singing in my veins. How could his words do such crazy things to my body?

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