Page 74 of Ella Gets the D
“We can’t have sex.”
A smile ghosts his lips. “That’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart.” I yelp when his hands cup my ass in my pajama shorts to lift me out of the chair. Cold marble digs into my thighs, widening on this counter for the second time in twenty-four hours.
Déjà vu clearly isn’t just a Beyoncé song.
He tips my chin and leans in, suffocating me with cedar and sandalwood in the best way. He eyes my nipples flashing an SOSthrough the silk material of my sleep shirt, craving for his mouth and attention. “I can’t penetrate you for a year, but that doesn’t mean we can’t play.” I shudder at the press of his lips to my neck. “We got creative last night, and there are many more ways to get your body to sing for me.” His nose skates down my buttoned top to a peak. He circles it and follows up with his tongue.
I arch into his mouth when he tugs. “Julian.”
“Say my name, baby.”
The pressure of his chest pushes me back to the counter. My legs wrap around him on instinct, pulling out a deep exhale. “El?” He kisses the middle of my chest and moves south.
“Mmm?”
Lower he goes. “You know something else about me?”
“Yes?” The question comes out in a pant as his mouth hovers over my vagina.
I don’t care if he tells me he shaves his dick hair on Saturdays or brushes his teeth with charcoal. The heat building between my legs is ready to explode.
My hips rock on their own. He chuckles, plants a close-mouthed kiss on top of my mound, and meets my eyes. “I don’t have a problem with self-control.” He stands with the biggest grin and pats my leg. “Any other questions I can answer, sweetheart?”
I.
Know.
He.
Didn’t.
“Julian!”
He side steps a kick to the shin with a laugh. “You make it seem like I have to fuck everything in sight.”
“So you’re saying you’ll wait until next year?”
All traces of sarcasm leave his features. “However long it takes. You’re worth the wait.”
Well, damn.
I raise up to my elbows and groan. “I might need to take care of myself later.”
He grabs a piece of turkey bacon off his plate. “Can I watch again? Apparently, I’m good with guided meditation.”
And, he’s back.
Chapter 28
Ella
“You’re here!” Amy breezes through the hall with a giant cardboard box and a grin just as big. A crowd of adults part, glancing at the next school project in her hands.
I pull a smile in place and dip my head for privacy from the curiosity she incited. But whatever questions might have been forming at the rare sighting of Charles’s ex die under LED lighting. Amy moves with a determination to reach me like she won’t see me at the next major school event.
“How have you been?” She shifts the box in her hands to brush the hair out of her face.
“Good. How was your summer?”
