He gets up and then bends to kiss me again. “See you soon.”
Half an hour later and I’m in bed, freshly showered and back in my nightdress. The room is lit only by my lamp.
I’m counting the minutes until he gets here, until he makes me feel like that all over again.
There’s a quiet knock at the door and my heart rate picks up.
“Come in,” I call.
He walks in, smiling. “Hi.”
I sit up and lean back on the headboard. “Hi.” He has a shopping bag with him for some reason. “What have you got in there?” I ask. “Oh. I brought champagne and glasses.” He turns and flicks the lock on the door. “Thought it might take the edge off.”
I giggle. “My edge has well and truly been taken off already, Julian.”
His eyes dance with mischief. “And what a beautiful edge that was to witness.”
He takes the glasses out of the bag and opens the bottle to pour us a glass each before he comes to sit on the side of my bed.
I hold my glass up. “To Terminator.”
He chuckles and clinks his glass with mine. “To Terminator.”
Julian places his glass down and kisses me, and he’s all tongue and power as he lies me back down on the bed. His mouth drops to my nipple and he bites it through the silk.
“Bree,” he whispers, moving against my neck. He swiftly lifts my nightdress over my shoulders, and I lie before him completely naked. He looks down at me, his eyes flickering with arousal.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Suddenly, I’m desperate. “Get naked.” I grab the bottom of his T-shirt and tug it over his head. “I need you.” I kiss him. “I need you now.”
He stands and tears his shirt off, followed by his jeans and his black briefs.
My eyes drop down his body, and when he moves to kiss me I hold my hand up in the air. “No. Don’t move. Let me look at you.”
He stands still, naked at the side of my bed as he waits for the all clear to touch me.
His chest is broad, his stomach rippled, and he has the perfect ‘V’ of muscles that drop down to his groin. I lick my lips. I’ve never seen such a perfect specimen. My eyes drop lower to his large penis that hangs heavily between his legs. Thick veins run down the length and girth of it. My heart begins to race and my eyes rise back up to find his. I swallow the lump in my throat and lie back down, about ready to have a heart attack. This is the most nervous I’ve ever been in my life.
His eyes roam over my body as if wondering where to start, and I shake my head.
“I just want you. I don’t want more foreplay. I don’t want one more minute without you inside of me.”
His eyes rise to meet mine. He falls down beside me to kiss me, and we both smile into the kiss as if we’ve been waiting for a long time for this.
We cling to each other and he opens my legs to rise above me. His eyes are dark and he begins to rock against me. His touch is tender and loving. His kiss… perfection.
Our tongues dance together for a long time and he rocks harder against me. My legs are wrapped around his waist as I wait for him.
We pant as we become desperate. “Jules,” I murmur.
“I know, baby,” he whispers into my mouth. “I know.”
He nudges my opening, and I open my legs wider for him to slides in deep in one quick mov
ement.
We moan together. “Oh God, this is so good.” I moan.