Page 138 of Meet Me In The Dark

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It’s driving me insane.

Julian is too quiet, his eyes too dark and unreadable, as I step into yet another new pair of sleep shorts.

I’m about to put on the matching vest top, thinking that maybe he really just wants to sleep, that maybe his worries about hurting me have takenover, when his hand wraps around my wrist.

“Off. Now.”

The words barely leave his lips before I obey, and the fabric whispers to the floor, leaving me bare and breathless beneath his gaze.

His eyes travel down my body.

It makes me ache.

It makes me want to push him to the breaking point.

I move closer, pressing my bare chest against his. “I want you.”

His jaw tightens. “Not yet.”

The frustration bubbles up, but a sharp gasp replaces it when his fingers glide between my thighs, slipping through the wetness pooling there.

I exhale shakily and hold onto his arms to steady myself.

He moves so slowly it’s almost unbearable, but I know why he’s doing it.

He’s afraid.

Afraid of hurting me again.

And maybe there’s a small part of me that’s afraid, too.

His other hand cups my breast before his thumb rolls over my nipple, and that fear fizzles into nothing.

The backs of my knees hit the bed, and then I’m falling, sinking into the plush mattress.

He follows me down, his mouth brushing over my throat, over the rapid pulse hammering there.

I arch into him as my thighs part in invitation.

His fingers glide through my slickness, teasing and testing.

“Fuck,” he curses, his voice thick with restraint.

He strokes me once, twice, watching me writhe, hisjaw set like steel.

“Julian,” I cry out, my fingers gripping the sheets.

My body fractures under his hand, pleasure flooding me in waves until I’m shaking and melted into the mattress.

When he’s done, he presses the most devastating kiss to my mouth, but he doesn’t pin me down.

He doesn’t take control the way he always does.

Instead, he lies back and sprawls out against the pillows.

“Come here.”

I move toward him, and he grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers as he guides me over him.