Page 19 of Burning with Desire (Forbidden Heat 1)

I wanted Julie. And I knew deep down inside that sooner or later I would not be able to keep from indicating that interest to her. She would either reciprocate or she would reject it. I had the feeling that she would not reject me.

I saw it when I looked into her eyes when we first met. There was a pause between us, as if some light had clicked on inside our eyes, that recognition of mutual attraction and chemistry that just came to life instantaneously. That was the sort of thing you didn’t find very often, and when it did you usually couldn’t control it. Nature had a way of making you act and putting the right people together. When people tried to force things, that was when nature pushed back.

I finished the drink and decided to go to bed. I was tired and I was really exhausted with wrestling with my thoughts. As I laid down, I wondered what Julie was doing, what she was thinking. Was she plagued by thoughts of what might be with us? Or was I the farthest thing from her beautiful mind?

I wished she was right there beside me in the bed, her soft, curves hugging against my body while I hugged her close to me and held her gently. I could feel myself getting hard at just the imagination of her being there. My fantasy was vivid and filled with need.

I hoped that it happened. I was tired of fighting it. And it had just started. Julie had just had her first day with us and I was already going out of my mind with desire. Oh, this was proving to be monumentally tough already.

As I lay there in bed, I imagined what it would feel like for Julie to be there, lying on top of me, her body sliding over mine as we made sweet love. I wanted to enter her sweet spaces and explore the very essence of her body and her soul. I was so hard. I was so ready. I tried to close my eyes and ignore it all, but the need was too much for me.

I concentrated on taking long, deep breaths. Julie’s beautiful face was right in front of me, her sweet scent, her warmth, the inviting rush of her body gliding through the air as she moved close to me. This was a much higher level of attraction than I was used to feeling. I hadn’t felt any real want for any woman beyond recognizing that they were physically app

ealing to me, which I hardly paid much attention to anymore until now.

Reaching down inside of my boxer shorts, I grabbed my growing, hard member and began to stroke it. I imagined Julie there riding me, sliding wet over me, comforting my body and my mind as she gave me every bit of affection and sexual pleasure that I’d been craving for so long. My hand was working hard, squeezing and stroking myself from the base to the tip. At the top I would wrap my hand over the head and pull slightly to remind myself of how her sweet body would suck me in.

I could practically feel her presence there. I could hear her moans of delight, her warm, sweetness as I entered her tight, wet, opening between those sexy legs. She was riding me hard, her hips grinding on me as they came down and moving back and forth quickly up on me. Her soft ass rubbed against my arousal.

I was going to come. I could feel it.

I bit my fist as I groaned and came hard, my sweet load shooting up in the air as I imagined filling Julie’s wondrous entrance up with my loving affections.

And then it was over. I opened my eyes. I was alone there in the dark panting heavily, my hand covered with the remnants of the lust I had been building up. It was a huge load, and it had smothered my entire hand.

I grabbed some tissues from my nightstand and cleaned it off my hand. Then I threw it in the wastebasket. I thought about washing my hands with soap and water, but that required getting up. I was comfortable and finally starting to feel sleepy enough to close my eyes and get some rest while I waited for visions of Julie to leave me.

She was so perfect, so beautiful. I knew that my feelings for her would only get stronger. What was I going to do?

Chapter Eight

Julie

“Oh, yeah! This is your drink!” Tessa said placing the glass in front of me full of blue liquid. It looked fruity and delicious. But I was sure it contained about seven shots of alcohol. It was called the Painkiller for a reason.

“I’m not sure I can drink all of that,” I said. “I’ll end up in a coma.”

“You will drink it up and feel great,” Tessa said with a fake snarl.

I took a sip of the drink and marveled at its sweet taste. After a second I felt the immediate effects of the alcohol. Wow, that was strong.

Tessa had dragged me out to the club that night with Denise, and Cheryl, a few of her best friends. I hadn’t been in the mood, but I was glad I came. After I went home from working at Ricky’s, I just wanted to take a shower and lie down, but Tessa insisted that we go out anyway. So, I relented.

I did so mostly so I wouldn’t spend the night thinking about Ricky. He’d really gotten in my head. The evening had been wonderful having dinner with him and Zoe, then the talk we had afterwards. He was so sweet and charming, but I could see a darkness in him, a lonely despair. I could tell a part of Ricky was broken, as if he’d never recovered from the loss of his wife a few years ago. It was understandable, and I could see he didn’t like talking about it. This little bit of vulnerability inside such a tough, rugged guy (who was breathtakingly handsome also) tugged at my heartstrings and it opened up a bit of the nurturing side of myself. I could feel that I wanted to fix what was broken in him. I wanted to help him feel again.

And I wanted to help him feel for me.

I knew this was a slippery slope and that riding such an emotional rollercoaster with a man usually did not end up well. They typically would just bring you along through their muck until you ended up broken, too. But I didn’t sense that with Ricky. He was such a good man. He was so strong. I knew he was in pain, but he handled his responsibilities and he was an excellent father. He was a great man.

And I could not stop thinking about him. But I didn’t ever see myself telling him how I felt, or trying to get somewhere with him. This could not happen. It was wrong. But why did it feel so right?

“So, you got Julie to come out with us tonight? Good job, Tessa,” Cheryl said.

I smirked at her and rolled my eyes. They were always teasing me that I didn’t go out and club with them nearly enough. It had never really been my scene. I liked to stay home in peace and quiet to work on my art. I was not a party girl.

“Yeah, it took some doing, but I made it happen,” Tessa said. “You can’t doubt my skills. Little miss lonely hearts over here was going to stay in all night and sulk. I couldn’t let that happen.”

“I was not going to sulk,” I said. “I’m just tired.”

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