Page 28 of Hidden Attraction

“Julian…I want you. I want this.”

“That’s all I need to hear, Ambassador. But first…” He eased his hand between her legs and buried his fingers in her soaking wet folds.

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Alyssa cried out as extreme pleasure crashed over her. She sucked in ragged breath after ragged breath as Julian’s callused fingertip rode down the seam of her pussy. He teased her entrance, gathering her juices, before making the return trip back to her clit.

As he swirled his finger around and around her nubbin, her small shivers morphed into full body shakes.

He braced himself easily on one arm. The bulging muscle was too good to look away from—except his fierce expression waseverything.

This must be how he looks in battle. Consumed by one solitary goal.

That goal was to pleasure her, and the thought filled her chest with a new kind of heat.

His mouth slanted over hers with a hunger that felt like his restraint had shattered. Each pass of his tongue across hers pulled another moan from her, louder, more out of control.

She splayed a hand across his broad, chiseled back, clinging to the edge of bliss as he strummed his fingers over her slick pussy. The coil of heat low in her belly licked upward to encompass her chest too.

“Julian!” She clutched at him as the kiss grew explosive, turned breathless. It was fire and softness, command and surrender all at once.

Her insides clenched tight, tight, tighter. One hand flailed in the air, trying to find something to grasp on to, something to ground her and keep her from floating away.

Julian caught it and brought her wrist to his lips, pressing a tender kiss there before he guided it over her head…and pinned it to the mattress.

His hands were driving her crazy. His finger over her clit sent jolts of pleasure through her. Each place his steely body touched hers electrified her. One muscled thigh trapped hers against the bed. His hard chesttormentedher breasts, which he’d just teased, stroked and sucked until she thought she’d lose her mind.

Now she really was losing it.

Her release built, doubled, tripled. Her mind blanked to anything but this moment with her lover. Skin to skin and heat to heat.

A wave struck her hard out of nowhere. Her inner walls contracted as her orgasm ripped through her. His name was bottled in her throat, only a muted cry bursting past her lips.

Then his hands were on her again, exploring, worshipping. He took her mouth in what felt like a promise. And Alyssa matched him stroke for stroke, gliding her hands over the muscled planes of his back to grip his carved buttocks. What she wouldn’t give to spend an hour drinking in his appearance. The man was walking sin poured into tactical clothing. She could admire the way his mouth moved when he talked and those dimples popped in and out for hours on end. Just sit back, sip some white wine and watch Julian Chase in action.

She skimmed the planes of his ass. “Get…these…off,” she panted.

He planted a hand on the bed. Performing the sexiest pushup she’d ever seen, he one-handedly shoved his underwear downward. When she felt the thick length of his cock spring free and land on her lower belly, her insides clutched with need.

She jumped in to assist. When he was completely naked, she stared down at his impressive length. She drank her fill of his thick, veined cock and the flare of its mushroomed head, purple with lust.

When she lifted her gaze to his again, she caught the smirk teasing around the corner of his sensual mouth and the damned dimple that had been driving her crazy since the minute she set eyes on him.

She rolled her hips, making him groan low in his throat. He dropped his face to her neck. “You’re gonna kill me,” he muttered against her skin.

She arched, lips featherlight on his ear. “Not before you make me forget everything else.”

His mouth found her breasts, worshiping them with his tongue, and her back came off the bed. The sounds she made—needy, breathy—only spurred him on. He slid his hand down, fingers trailing up her thighs until he found the slick heat waiting for him again.

“Fuck, Alyssa,” he whispered, voice frayed. “You’re perfect.”

She gasped as his fingers slid over her, gentle but insistent. Her hips moved of their own accord. “Julian…”

“Say what you want, sweetheart.”

“You. Now.”

He kissed her again, slower this time, and she felt the shiver in him. He pinned her hips with his own, pressing against her, skin to skin, heat to heat.

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