Page 55 of Heartless Pucker in Love

His fingers bunched in my hair. His hold was gentle but firm enough to stop me from greedily devouring his lips. “What’s wrong?” I asked, pouting because I was being denied his kiss.

“No one else gets to see this side of you, Wild Child,” he purred.

“What are you talking about?”

His other hand released the hold it had on my waist and moved down to caress my bare thigh. My dress was bunched around my hips so his fingers easily slid between us to graze me through my underwear. I sucked in a breath as my hips moved to push myself harder against his fingers.

“This side of you is for my eyes only. This,” his fingers slid into the leg of my underwear and dipped into my drenched heat, “belongs to me.”

My lips parted on a gasp that rang with pleasure and irritation at the same time if that was possible. Was he really playing the jealous, possessive lover right now? It was wicked hot but still...how dare he stake his claim when he was leaving?

“That means, when I’m gone, no coffee dates with EMTs, April.”

My brain was muddled because his fingers were moving in and out of me in teasing, excruciatingly slow and delicious strokes and his thumb moved over my clit. I moan, trying to find my tongue to tell him to shut up while trying to figure what he was going on about. Coffee dates? EMTs?

“No anything with anyone else.”

“Julian, what the hell are you talking…” Then it clicked. He’d heard Sam Lawson, an EMT, ask me out when he was brought into the hospital. “Oh, my God. That was months ago. I’ve never gone out with Sam.”

“And you never will, right?” His eyes narrowed and his hand went still between my legs.

“Do you hear yourself? You’re leaving town.”

“Not forever.”

I huffed. We were quickly spiraling into the April and Julian that bickered about silly things. The tension was rising, I could feel it. “You want me to save myself until you get the chance to pass through...next year?” My outrage was feigned because let’s face it, I couldn’t stomach being with anyone else.

His expression darkened and his jaw clenched.

“See the picture?” I challenged.

“Damn it, April, I?”

“Julian, we are not arguing while your fingers are in my vagina!” I growled. “It’s weird.” And strangely sexy but mostly weird. My face heated because the driver probably heard me through the partition. I stifled my groan.

Julian blinked, his expression going from stormy to amused. His deep chuckle made my lips twitch until I was smiling, then snickering, and eventually giggling.

“Damn it, April,” he sighed. “The things you do to me.”

I didn’t get to ask him what I did to him because he pulled me forward and commanded my mouth. His hand between my legs moved again, and I moaned into his mouth. He touched that sweet spot inside of me that made me gasp and shudder. A few more strokes and I fell apart in his arms.

Panting and sagging against him, I whispered, “How do you always do that? Make me shatter in record time.”

He hummed his satisfaction, planting a kiss on my forehead. “Maybe because your body knows it’s mine.”

The smugness in his tone made me roll my eyes but damn it, he wasn’t wrong. “Shut up,” Julian was all I could say, weakly.

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APRIL

I was still relaxing against Julian, recovering from my orgasm when he shifted. Reaching behind him, he pressed a button. The partition rolled down.

“Hey, we’re not going home just yet,” he told the driver. “Just drive around until I say.”

“You got it.” I was sure I heard amusement in the driver’s voice. He knew what we were doing back here. I should be embarrassed, but I found it hard to care while being wrapped in Julian’s arms.

The partition rolled back up and Julian purred, “Time for round two.”

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