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I suddenly feel the years of familiarity between us flare, afraid he’s not going to like what he sees. That the fantasy of me and the realness of me aren’t even on the same page in his mind.
I turn, shifting my hips to the side, clasping my hands over my chest, laughing out of sheer nerves, now that we’ve gotten to this point. Even in the dimness of the room, I can feel my cheeks flush red. To go from friends to enemies to nearly lovers — it’s almost like there’s nowhere left for me to hide. He’s seen everything I have to give, been on the receiving end of it all. All butthis.
“Don’t,” he commands. “Don’t hide anything from me.”
“You’ve been with some of the most beautiful women in the world,” I remind him.
“And not one of them compares to you,” he says, but it’s not the words, it’s the way he says them that makes me suddenly believe him. And the look in his eyes that makes me feel as if my whole world belongs to him now.
I turn my hips back to him and release my chest.
He takes my hand.
“Let me see you,” he says in a gravelly voice, one I’ve never heard come out of him before. Then his gaze travels over my skin, drinking me in. Like it’s the first time he’s seen a woman stand naked before him, every hill and valley a work of art in his eyes. “You are everything I never knew I could have,” he says, not moving his eyes away from me. “Bed. Now.”
He suddenly snatches me up in a kiss, walking us both backward toward the bed. I reach out a finger to turn the light off completely, but he stops me, grabbing my hand, bringing my fingertips up to his mouth.
“On,” he says, kissing the tip of the finger I nearly used on the switch before slipping the whole thing into his mouth, nipping the end as it slips out again. I swallow, wondering what else he’s capable of doing to me with that mouth. “There’s no way I’m missing one second of you in the dark.”
“On,” I agree. I want to see him too. The look in his eyes right now is intoxicating. “But what exactly do you want to see?” I ask.
He lifts my hand overhead and spins me around slowly in front of him.
“If we stopped right here, I’d die a desperate man,” he says. He slides his fingertips down the curve of my breasts and torso, until his fingers land at the lower curve of my hip. I suck in a tight breath at the feel of him grazing me there. “But seeing you . . .” He trails off, making a sound in the back of his throat. I wish I could hear his thoughts, experience whatever it is that’s making him look at me the way he is. “Seeingallof you like this? Jules, I could spend the rest of my life with the view I have right now and I’dstilldie a desperate man. It’ll never be enough. I’d always want just one more second with you.”
His words, his gaze, all of it is making me breathless.
But I want to bemorebreathless.
I take his hand and drag it lower until he’s cupping the softest part of me. He groans against my lips, tucking one finger up inside.
“You are perfection,” he murmurs before kissing me again and I moan into his mouth, desperate to show him how much he means to me, too.
Chapter 42
Silas
My cock throbs each time I push my finger back into her, the walls of her body clenching around me, like a silent prayer to take her.
This moment.The woman of my actual dreams is like putty in my hands for the very first time. Her breath, the way her every move fills me with need, the soft curves of her body being controlled by the motion of my fingers inside her, on her, wrapping desperately around her.
Her lips part, but she keeps her eyes on mine. A line of teeth barely visible behind the soft pillows of her lips.
She is more beautiful than anything I could have ever imagined.
The way she looks at me like that, desire filling her eyes with nothing left to clothe her but the softest light of this room.
I reach for her again but she side-steps away from me, suddenly turning around. The line of her back draws my eyes in, swaying back and forth as she moves toward the mattress, arching her back, then bending over as she lifts one knee up to climb onto the bed. Once there, she looks back over her shoulder and grins, giving me the most incredible view before tipping onto her side and patting the space right beside her.
“You know exactly what you’re doing to me,” I tell her. “I need to grab a condom from my bag.”
After grabbing one, I crawl onto the bed, positioning myself over her, taking in the sight of her lying beneath me. A thousand times I’ve wanted to experience this, but never thought it right. For the next moment, we gaze at each other. Jules grins up at me, looking as incredulous about everything as I feel. Both of usunsure of how we got here, but charged with the same level of unexpected desire anyway.
“Is this real?” I ask, pushing the hair back from her face. She flushes, light shades of pink and red spreading across her cheeks, bringing out a sexy glow. “If not, it sure as hell beats the dreams I’ve been having about you.”
She bites back a laugh.
“Did you see it coming?” she asks.
