Page 100 of Healed Hearts

I climb out of my car and head toward Julian’s front door. Today is the start of three days off work, and I’m ready for it. I haven’t been here in what feels like forever, and I could weep with how much I miss Julian and Wren.

When I texted Julian before I left work, he told me he had just gotten Wren down for bed, so I’m quiet as I walk into the house. Julian looks up from his phone when I walk in. “Hey, darlin’, God, I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” I take off across the room, climbing into his lap to straddle him. He tosses his phone to the side and wrapshis arms around me, seeming to inhale me. I sigh, happy and content. “It’s been the longest day.”

He pulls back enough to look at me. “Oh? Bad shift?”

I shake my head. “No. Just long. I missed you a lot and couldn’t wait to get home.”

He leans in and places a soft kiss on my lips. It’s the first time in three days I’ve felt his lips on mine. I try hard to keep it slow and sweet. I really do. But my brain has been filled with sex for three days and now I’m here and he’s under me—all warm and solid and fucking amazing. So I tangle my fingers in his hair and press my body into his, forcing his weight back on the couch. He tightens his grip on my body as I deepen our kiss.

When he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, I gasp, arching against him. He releases my lip and I pull away. “Can we do the thing?”

His eyes widen briefly, but then he chuckles. “You want to?”

I nod, swallowing hard. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it at all. I’m nervous, but I’m also so fucking ready to try something new, to put my trust in Julian. “Can I take a shower first, though?”

“Of course, darlin’. I put the shirt I wore to bed last night on the dresser for you.”

That makes me smile. “Or, I could just not wear anything.”

He runs his fingertips up and down my spine, then gently brushes over the spots that I now know I have fucking back dimples. “Yeah, that could work too, for sure. I would definitely not complain.”

I bet he wouldn’t. “You know, you could be naked, too,” I add with a wink.

He doesn’t say a word. Instead, he stands, lifting me effortlessly as he does. “Shower time.”

As he carries me through the house, I tuck my face into his neck, kissing my way down his throat. He groans when I sucka bruise into his skin and then nip at the spot with my teeth. Honestly, this is so fun for me. Sure, it’s a turn on. But it’s also just fun. Feeling this power? Knowing how much he wants me? But more than that—how much he respects me? Yeah, I like that quite a bit.

He carries me all the way into the bathroom before sliding me slowly down his body until I’m forced to put my feet down to stand. “I’m going to give you some privacy, okay? I’ll be in bed when you’re done.” He gives me another quick kiss, and then walks toward the bedroom, pulling the bathroom door shut behind him.

Well, shit.

I’m not about to waste any time, though. I strip down quickly, mostly ignoring my half-hard dick, and step into the shower. After cleaning myself quickly, I step out and towel off.

I almost swallow my tongue when I open the door and step into the bedroom. Because, honestly? How is it fair for one man to be so hot? Julian is stretched out on his back, fully naked, completely relaxed. I glance down at his cock. Well, not completely relaxed. “That didn’t take you long,” he says, turning to me with a grin.

I shake my head. “No. I was in a hurry.” All my assured, confident posturing from the living room has completely fled my body, and now I’m anxious. Anxious and really turned on by the way Julian’s looking right now. It’s a very strange combination.

He pats the bed beside him. “Come on, darlin’.”

I pad across the floor, my cock coming to life as I step closer and take in his body. I climb in next to him. I want this, but I’m not really sure how to go about it. Seeming to notice my struggle, he chuckles, then reaches out to pull me on top of him. When I’m settled, straddling his stomach, he drops his hands to his sides. “Let’s kiss for a while, yeah?” he suggests, knowing that I always need a few minutes to get into a groove.

I’m getting frustrated with myself that I can’t really just jump into new things. I always need some preamble or buildup, and the easy snarky retort sits heavy on my tongue, but I shove it down. Julian doesn’t hate that I’m like this. He loves me. He knows who I am and what I’ve been through. Well, the broad strokes anyway. Making sure I’m comfortable is something he’s done since day one. Besides, it’s not like either of us thinks kissing is a hardship. I’m pretty sure I could kiss him for the rest of time and never get bored.

“Touch me, please,” I whisper, needing his hands on me, needing him to pull me close.

One hand grips my hip immediately, the other cups the back of my head, and then he’s pulling me down to him and capturing my lips with his own. I can’t help the breathy whimper that escapes at the first touch.

He dips his tongue into my mouth, his fingers tightening in my hair. He kisses me slow and deep until my toes are curling, and my cock is leaking against his stomach. He feeds me a soft moan, thrusting his hips up to drag his dick along my ass cheek. Where before that would have brought panic, now it just ratchets my need for him higher. If we keep this up, I’m going to come. And I really,reallywant to try something new with him.

I break our kiss. “Okay, how do we do this?”

He groans, his fingers flexing on my hip. “It’s easy, darlin’. Straddle my face and let me take care of you.”

I scramble to do what he says. I feel a little awkward, but not enough to stop. And I’m worried if I slow down, I’ll lose my nerve. I pause when I’m kneeling beside his head. “Um, which way?”

“Whatever way you want.”

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