Page 76 of Dirty Rock

As I trudged down the hallway to my room, I finally looked up.

I froze mid-step, staring at the sight of Jules standing outside my room with a bag at her feet.

She had one foot pressing back on the door and her arms folded over her chest as she stared back at me. She was wearing that little green bomber jacket again, with her hair hidden behind a red beanie hat—one that matched her bright red lipstick.

I allowed myself a glorious moment to just take her in as rain dripped off the peak of my cap, and my heavy breaths filled the silence.

The anger began to fade, bleeding out of my chest like the rain dripped from my body. The sight of her brought a sense of calm I’d been missing since the day I’d walked away from her home. That void within me began to fill with… something. Something I couldn’t describe or explain.

My attention fell to her tight little top that hugged her tits. Those jeans I loved so much. White pumps that made her look like she could chase my arse around London without so much as breaking a sweat.

She was perfect without trying, and I needed to be closer.

Eventually, I began to walk to her, the weight of my rain-soaked clothes heavy and annoying. After removing my cap, I brushed my wet hair back from my face and stood over Julia’s petite body.

Chocolate brown eyes ran down my chest, down my legs before they slowly drifted back up to my face again.

Perfect little Julia Speed.

“What took you so long?” I asked quietly.

“I was scared.”

“Of…?”

“Catching you with another woman, like so many times before.”

“Would that bother you?”

She searched my eyes. “Maybe it always has done.”

“And here I always thought you had a thing for Presley.”

“Presley?” She frowned.

My smirk grew. “You know. Your golden boy. The one you swoon over.”

“I love Presley, Rhett, but I don’t think about fucking him the way I think about fucking you.”

I dropped my head, letting my lips hover over hers as I stared straight into her eyes, and I pressed a hand on the door behind her. “If you come inside that hotel room with me, Jules, I’m not letting you walk out for at least two days. Do you understand that?”

“Yes.” She inhaled deeply, her chest rising, and her cheeks flushed in that beautiful pink that made me want to lick every inch of her skin. Her perfume invaded all my senses, and I could practically taste her on my tongue already. Sweet fucking honey.

I smiled brightly and took a moment to soak her in. “You’re beautiful.”

“You’re wet.” Her lips twitched.

“Join me, won’t you?”

I wrapped an arm around her waist while my other flashed a key card over the door, and I pushed it open. We stumbled over the threshold, with me kicking her bag into the room before the door slammed shut behind us. Holding her felt right. Having her there felt right. I pushed her up against the nearest wall I could find, and I bent at the knee, bringing my eyes level with hers.

I knocked her beanie hat away and dug my fingers into the back of her hair, holding it and twisting it against her scalp. Her head fell back, and her pretty little face with those perfect cheekbones angled up to me.

“You’re driving me crazy,” she began, blowing out a breath, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Good. I want to be in your thoughts.”

“But I’m scared.”

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