After the Kiss (Sex, Love & Stiletto 1)

“I love the way you feel,” he whispered as the shirt crept up inch by inch.

He stopped when the shirt was just beneath her breasts, giving her a teasing wink before he began journeying the opposite way down her body, leaving her aching for more.

He hooked his fingers into the waist of her pajama pants, pulling down slowly until he’d exposed her panties. His eyes flew up to hers in surprise. “White cotton?”

She blushed. She’d gotten up in the middle of the night to put them on. “I don’t like to sleep in thongs.”

No man had ever seen her in her granny panties, and she could tell he knew that. Could tell he liked that.

“Julie,” he whispered, pressing a reverent kiss to her navel and then pulling her back to the bed.

But Julie wasn’t in the mood for playing. She dug her fingers into his hair and pulled him upward, pulling his face down to hers.

“Now.”

He moved quickly, shoving his jeans down to his hips to free the essentials. Two fingers scraped her panties to the side, and he groaned as he felt her wetness.

And when he slid into her with aching slowness, she cried out.

“Mitchell.” Her whole heart was in the word, saying the words she couldn’t.

“I know,” he said roughly against her neck. “I know.”

He continued to press inside her with slow, rocking motions, giving her body a chance to adjust to his.

“More. I want more,” she said, her nails clawing helplessly at his shoulders.

He moved in earnest then, making love to her with slow, sure strokes. His hands slid to her inner thighs, spreading them wider so that each thrust rubbed there, and Julie came apart in his arms, in a vicious, ripping orgasm that went on forever.

When her cries had come down to soft whimpers, Mitchell’s eyes found hers and she saw the same destroyed look on his face as he found his own relief, coming inside her with a harsh cry before collapsing gracelessly on top of her.

She ran her fingers through his damp hair as she dropped kisses onto his shoulder.

It had been the deepest, most important sex of her life.

So why couldn’t she shake the feeling that it was also goodbye?

* * *

When Julie opened her eyes again, the patch of sunlight had moved on, and her legs were completely asleep.

“Mitchell,” she groaned, shoving at his weight. “We fell asleep.”

He grunted and rolled off her, and Julie tentatively wiggled her toes until feeling returned.

A sharp buzzing sound had them both sitting up

right, blinking off their sex-induced haze. Julie groaned. Who the heck was at the front door?

She looked around for her pajama pants, which Mitchell handed over. “Is that your new boyfriend coming to collect on the booty?”

“I don’t think I have any booty left,” Julie said, giving him a swift kiss before she padded out of the bedroom to the intercom.

“Hello?”

“Jules, it’s us. We need to see you.”

Julie frowned at the strained note in Grace’s voice. We could only mean she and Riley, and Riley lived in Brooklyn. If the two of them were at Julie’s doorstep before nine on a Saturday, it wasn’t good news.