Page 90 of Accidental Fiancé

I took a deep breath, feeling the truth rise up in my heart, unable to stop myself from saying it. “I want you. I never stopped wanting you.”

The words gave texture to the air between us. Heartache, longing, love. For a moment, Julian didn't move. He just stared at me as if he couldn't quite believe what I had said.

Then, in a rush of movement, he closed in, his mouth crashing into mine in a searing kiss that stole my breath.

The world seemed to fall away. The only thing that mattered at that moment was him. His lips against mine, his body so close. The way his hands trembled slightly as he held me. It wasa homecoming, like all the pieces that had been scattered were finally falling back into place.

I kissed him back with everything I had, pouring years of frustration, love, and desire into that single moment. His hand slid from my face down to my waist, pulling me closer, tighter, and I could feel the desperation in his touch. We had both been holding back for so long and I knew that it was finally our time.

“Stay,” he whispered against my lips, his voice husky, pleading. “Stay with me, Maggie. Don't leave again.”

I pulled back slightly, just enough to look him in the eyes. “Yes,” I whispered. “I'll stay.”

His lips were on mine again, more urgent this time, ravenous. His hands roamed my body as he backed me toward the bed. My heart raced as I felt the mattress against the backs of my legs, and before I knew it, I was lying on my back with Julian on top of me.

This time, things would be different. There were no more lies or pretenses between us. This time, we could actually discover each other. Discover the love that had never been able to properly be explored until now.

Julian's hands slid under my shirt, sending shivers down my spine as he explored every inch of me. I gasped as he kissed my throat, his lips hot against my skin. Heat, so much heat. Inside of me, between us, pouring from his body.

He leaned back just long enough to pull my shirt over my head. His eyes dark with desire as he took me in. “God, Maggie,” he murmured, his voice full of reverence. “You're so fucking beautiful.”

I blushed under his gaze but I didn't look away. I wanted him to see me. All of me, just as I saw him.

I reached for him, tugging at his shirt until he pulled it off, revealing the thick muscles of his chest and arms. My fingers traced the lines of his body, marveling at the way his skin feltbeneath my touch. It was like discovering him all over again, and it made my heart ache with how much I had missed him. Even though I hadn’t actually left him behind, it felt like a lifetime since we last touched, and this time, there was so much more at stake.

This time, we were an us. Not him and me. Butus. This wasn’t a hookup built on a lie. It wasn’t a fly-by-night lapse in judgment. This meant something. It meant everything.

Julian leaned down, his lips finding mine again as his hands slid down my body, unbuttoning my pants and pulling them off with one swift motion. His touch was electric, every brush of his fingers sending waves of heat through me, and I couldn't stop the soft moans that escaped my lips as he kissed his way down my neck to my collarbone. The curve of my breast. When he sucked my nipple into his mouth, I let out an ungodly sound from my very soul. I tugged at his belt, desperate to feel him closer, and he let out a low growl as he helped me free him of the constraints of his clothes.

When he finally pressed his naked body against mine, skin to skin, it was like everything else in the world ceased to exist. There was only us, only the burning and the need and the overwhelming desire to be together. “Are you sure?” Julian asked, his voice husky as he looked down at me, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. I had never been surer of anything in my life. With that, he kissed me again and reached between my thighs. He cupped my pussy, and my back arched off the bed. His touch was a live wire of pleasure. He stroked my clit, finding my rhythm almost by instinct.

I rode his fingers, grinding up to meet his hand like it was my own. He slipped a finger inside. I rocked against it, and when he brushed against my spot I saw stars. I clenched tight around him as my climax built.

He teased, a whisper in my ear. “That’s it, right? That’s the spot? I want to get this right?—"

“Yes!” I hissed.

“Are you sure?” Another finger probed me. “I think we’ll have to keep at this so we can be absolutely sure.”

I whimpered his name and felt him smile against my cheek. I was so close.

“If you’re not sure, I might have to stop.”

“Don’t you dare!” I gasped.

He let out a low chuckle. “I love it when you tremble like that. Like you’re helpless to what I’m doing.”

“I am, don’t stop!”

His stubbled jaw grazed against my ear. “Never.” With that, he worked me double-time, sending me screaming into the stratosphere. I came so hard that I was sure everyone in the house heard me. There was no holding back, no keeping it in. My orgasm ripped through me, ecstasy wiping my brain clear.

My body pulsed as he rubbed the head of his cock against my wetness. He watched me writhe, still gasping from the intensity of the orgasm. His shoulders heaved with his breaths. Hoarsely, he said, “I need to be inside you.”

All I could do was weakly nod.

He thrust himself in up to the hilt, sending us both groaning. The feel of him took my breath away as he filled me up. He drove us up the bed until we were in the middle—I hadn’t realized we had been half on and half off. Once in place, Julian was in charge.

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