Page 42 of Heartless Pucker in Love

“I’m not finished tasting you yet,” he practically purred with my nipple in his mouth. He ground his hips against me and I gasped, loving his hardness sliding against my clit. I growled my frustration and tugged at his hair.

“You can’t get me this worked up and then take things slow,” I whined. I wrapped my legs around his waist in hope of getting him where I wanted him. His low chuckle was a giveaway that he was deliberately toying with me. I didn’t mind it much. If I was to be toyed with by anyone, I wanted it to be him. Right now, though, I was going crazy with need. About to burst into flames. I couldn’t wait.

And I didn’t have to for much longer. He grasped my wrists and pinned them above my head. His show of dominance only made me hotter. Usually, I made it a point of duty to knock his male arrogance down several notches. Right now, I was eager to submit to him. He made submitting feel good.

He surged forward and pressed his lips to mine, swallowing my delighted gasp. There was an explosion of pleasurable sensations that made my vision blur. Barely catching my breath, I blinked rapidly until he came back into focus, and I gaze at him with astonishment. I was a little shocked that I felt the same things I did the first time. The part of me that secretly longed for something special like this was thrilled. Although, a small part of me had hoped being with him again wouldn’t be this incredible. That way, I could distance myself from him without missing him too much.

Despite my pesky concerns and fears, I closed my eyes and relished in the pleasure he gave me. He moaned into my neck and murmured, “Still so good.” Maybe he’d thought the passion would fizzle out after the first time too. After satisfying our curiosity about what it would be like between us, the mutual need was far from satisfied it seemed.

My breaths came out in ragged puffs as my pleasure peaked. Lifting my hips, I called his name in a pleading tone. I was close to shattering. I could feel the tingle in my core, my legs, and my toes. My skin felt as if it was on fire. I had the contradictory feeling of wanting him to slow down so this could last forever, but wanting him to go faster to push me over the edge.

Opening my eyes, I panted, “Let me hold on to you.” I almost said, “I need to hold on to you,” but I couldn't have Julian knowing I needed him for anything. Our eyes met and something passed between us that made me inhale sharply. It was hard to define exactly what but that something made my heart trip over itself and accelerate. He released my hands, and I wrapped them around him and buried my face in his shoulder. I was a little frightened by what I felt and I didn’t want him to see that.

A wave of ecstasy sent me flying. If I wasn’t holding on to him, maybe I would have drifted away. Splintering to tiny pieces in his arms, I felt...safe. But why? Being with Julian was far from safe. His large frame shuddered against me and he groaned my name along with, “I can’t get enough of you.”

His confession warmed me to the core. I didn’t respond, just kept my face buried between his neck and shoulder. Moments passed with just the sound of our breathing. Finally, he said, “I must be heavy.”

He was, but I didn’t mind. My arms and legs tightened around him, and he laughed softly. “April, I feel like I’m crushing you here.”

Sighing, I loosened my hold on him and he rolled away. He didn’t get up as I expected. The couch was wide enough so he lay beside me and gazed up at the ceiling. “So, it just hit me that we didn’t…” He turned to me and I was surprised by what I didn’t see. He didn’t appear to be the least bit panicked.

“Yeah…”

“I’m so sorry. I got carried away.”

“It’s okay. I mean, you can’t take the blame. I forgot too.” His eyes were on my face and I wanted to disappear. Having a conversation about our lack of condom usage while we still laid completely naked was so uncomfortable. I squirmed, wanting to get up and find my clothes. “Shouldn’t you be panicking by now?”

Julian blinked and then lifted a brow. “Huh. I should be, shouldn’t I? I mean, if I were lying beside anyone else, I suppose I would be worried.” His lips twisted with humor.

My eyes, glued to his face, felt as if they bulged out of their sockets. Was he trying to tell me something here? “Is it just me or is this conversation highly embarrassing?”

With a straight face, he said, “It’s just you.”

“Oh, my God.” I lifted my hands to cover my face and he chuckled.

Grabbing my wrists, he grinned. “We’re adults. We can talk about it. The thing is, I’ve never had this conversation with anyone. Never had the need. I’ve never slipped up like this,” he sighed. “You make me lose my head, April.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“I don’t know.” With another sigh, he pushed an arm under my shoulders and pulled me to him. I felt tense at first, but my body calmed after a while. I should have been worried about the consequence of using no protection, but I wasn't. I just felt comfortable in his arms. Weird... It was like my heart was ready to explore what I had going on with Julian, but my brain wasn’t on par. My logical side kept finding reasons why being together was a terrible idea.

21

APRIL

I was so comfortable that I fell asleep. I’d been a little jet lagged too, so that helped to knock me out for a little bit. The disorientation of being in a strange place hit me, but it wore off as my mind quickly processed. Julian. Canada. Argument with Julian. Hot sex with Julian...on the couch in his very posh living room. Got it.

I gazed down at the blanket covering me and smiled. It was a thick multicolored crochet blanket that had Faye written all over it. Julian’s mother loved to crochet. He kept the things his mother made for him. How incredibly sweet. Damn him for continuing to be so surprisingly lovable. My brows furrowed. I mean likeable. The man in question was nowhere to be found.

My eyes swiveled around the room that I’d only got glimpses of earlier. The warm colors of the living room were enhanced by dozens of ceiling lights that gave the room a cozy and almost romantic ambiance. I craned my neck and took in the polished hardwood floor surrounding the recessed living area. The living room alone was spacious so I imagined the rest of the rooms were too. When we arrived, I had openly admired the outside of the two-story French-style house. It was situated on a secluded property. Julian’s place wasn’t the sprawling, ostentatious mansion I’d expected a millionaire to have. It was just the right size, and the perfect mix of space and comfort. It was gorgeous. The little that I saw of Julian’s home so far was impressive.

The soft thud of footsteps nearing made me clutch the blanket tightly around my chest. I was still naked. My face heated several degrees when I noticed my clothes were nowhere to be seen. Julian appeared, looking as fuckable as ever. Since when did I even use words like fuckable? Yet, there were no other words that I deemed appropriate to describe the vision before me. He was shirtless, wearing only his jeans. The zipper was open, revealing that he hadn’t bothered to put on any underwear.

I mentally wiped away the drool from the corner of my mouth as I subtly checked out his bulging biceps and rippling abs. Then, my gaze moved up to take in his smile. “Look who’s finally awake,” he said.

Shoving my hair out of my face, I couldn’t help feeling a little embarrassed. I was still naked on Julian’s couch after begging him to take me on it. “How long have I been out?”

“Two hours.”

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