Page 37 of Seize the Night

She counted only two seconds before Julien’s face appeared in the window. He opened his window and stuck his head out.

“You’re crazy,” he whispered. In the clear night air, the words carried right down to her. Her heart, already pounding from sneaking to his house, now leapt at the sight of him.

“Crazy for you. Will your mom let you come out and play?” She smiled up at him.

“It’s sixty degrees out. You come in and play.”

“Where?” she asked. She’d never been to the Brite family home before. He held up his finger in the universal sign of “wait right there.”

Remi glanced around while she waited, hoping the Brites didn’t have any rabid killer attack dogs wandering near the house tonight.

She heard a whistle and peeked around the corner of the house. Julien stood on the back covered porch and waved her in. She ran to him and he caught her in his arms. In a frenzy of silent kisses, Julien pulled Remi into the house and shut the door behind them. He kissed her mouth, her neck, her earlobes and throat while she ran her hands all over his bare chest. He must have been getting ready for bed because he still had on a pair of jeans and a shirt but his shirt and the top button of his jeans were already unbuttoned. Good. Less work for her.

“I missed you so much,” Julien murmured as he nuzzled her hair.

“I really shouldn’t have come, but I couldn’t wait anymore.”

“It was killing me too,” Julien said, his hands sliding under the back of her shirt. He unhooked her bra and pulled her even tighter to him.

In the dark she could barely make out what room they were in but it seemed to be a large office or a small library. Didn’t matter what it was. They were alone in it and that’s all she cared about.

Julien dragged her skirt up to her stomach as he kissed her wildly. Blood pounded through her. Her thighs felt tight and her stomach knotted itself up as Julien slid his hand into her underwear.

He found her clitoris with his fingertip and rubbed the swollen knot until she had to bury her mouth against his shoulder to keep from moaning audibly. She dug her nails into his back, holding onto him with everything she had. She shuddered hard in his arms when he pushed two fingers up and into her. Wet as she was, he slid right into her.

“I won’t make it to my room.” Julien rasped the words into her ear.

“Then just do it here.”

Julien was fantastically good at taking orders—one good quality among many. He wrenched her panties down her legs and turned her back to him. During their nights in his Paris apartment, she’d done everything she could to help him make up for all the time lost while he was sick as a teenage boy. She let him try any sexual position he wanted. Quickly they discovered together that Julien loved entering her from behind. She loved it too but at this point she wanted him so much she’d strap them both to roof of a moving car if that’s the only way she could get it.

“What if your parents walk in on us again?” she teased. She heard Julien behind her unzipping his jeans.

“I locked the office door.”

“What if they break in?”

“I’ll tell them to wait their fucking turn then.”

He pulled her skirt up again and pushed his fingers into her. Remi arched her back and braced herself against the wall as he opened her up for him. Behind her Julien guided himself to her entrance. She pushed back and she felt the head bumping her g-spot. Remi sighed with the sheer relief of feeling Julien inside her again. She arched her back even more to take all of him inside her. He bottomed out and started thrusting. This was exactly what she needed.

“I can’t get enough of you,” Julien said as he pulled out all the way to the tip and crashed back into her. She forced herself to stay silent as he emptied her and filled her with each thrust. He slid his hands under her shirt and cupped her breasts. All Remi could do was hold herself still against the wall as Julien slammed into her again and again, the sounds of her wetness and his labored breathing accompanying his every move.

Her climax built quickly and she came hard, her inner muscles fluttering and clenching tightly around Julien’s still thrusting length.

She went limp in his arms, and he pulled out of her. He turned her to face him and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He kissed her again, delving into her mouth with his tongue. He was backing her up as he kissed her. She didn’t know and she didn’t care where he was taking her as long as he was taking her.

Something hit the back of her legs, and Julien lowered her down onto a leather sofa. He yanked her shirt up to expose her breasts and sucked hard on her nipples. He hadn’t come yet and she wanted him to, needed him to. For six beautiful nights she’d fallen asleep with his semen in her and on her, a privilege she’d never granted any man before. They didn’t use condoms simply because he’d been a virgin and was sterile. She’d known the moment she saw him that she wanted to give him everything she had and keep nothing from him.

Julien kissed his way down her stomach.

“Julien-”

“I have to taste you,” he said. He held her by the back of her thighs and Remi obediently opened her legs for him. If he had to, he had to. Who was she to argue?

He licked the seam of her vagina from base to apex and down again. The leather couch creaked under them as he devoured her with deep and hungry kisses. He pushed his tongue all the way into her before focusing his attention solely on her clitoris. He licked it gently, sucked it greedily, and rubbed it until Remi couldn’t stop herself from coming again, even harder this time. Her hips rose a foot off the sofa and as she came in dead silence, every part of her vibrating with pleasure.

She collapsed in a daze. Julien pushed between her legs again and entered her fast and hard. He went wild on top of her, fucking her as if he’d die if he stopped. Spent and drained she could do nothing but lie beneath him and take his every rough and hungry thrust. She watched his face, studying the beauty of it. His eyes were closed to concentrate better on his pleasure and his dark eyelashes fluttered on his cheeks. His face was flushed with desire, and his skin had pinked like a rose. Quiet breaths escaped through his slightly parted lips and a swath of his unruly dark red hair fell over his forehead. He’d told her that he’d grown his hair as soon as he could in a sort of victory lap against the leukemia that had robbed him of it. She’d promised she’d never make him cut his hair as long as they lived if he didn’t want to.

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