“Tell me. How it feels,” I order him breathily, desperate for more. More connection.
“You feel amazing, Chelsea,” he gasps. “I’m not sure how long I can—” He cuts off with a grunt, breathing into my shoulder as his fingers grip my hips tightly.
I wouldn’t mind if he kept going. But he’s been so sweet and taken good care of me. “It’s okay, baby. Go ahead and come,” I say, panting.
His muscles tense under my hands as a tremor rocks through him. “Chelsea… Oh God, you feel so good, so good. So—” He breaks off in a shout, throwing his head back and arching himself up as he climaxes, continuing his frenzied thrusting. Finally he stills, sweaty and shaking as he collapses over me, holding himself up on his arms but resting his head on my shoulder. I press my eyes shut and focus on slow, deep breaths until I feel like I’m back under control.
We lie there together like that for a while, until he rolls off and out of me, still breathing heavily. He slings an arm over his face.
I sit up, pulling a throw blanket over my naked body. I laugh softly. “We didn’t even make it to the bed.”
Julian doesn’t respond, just sucks in a breath.
My stomach drops.
Oh no. Oh shit.
I can see only his mouth, pressed into a firm line. I kneel beside him, touching his arm gently. “Are you okay? Oh God, Julian, what have I done to you?”
He lets me pull his arm away from his face, which is red and shiny. His eyes are glistening and fixed on me with so much emotion it takes my breath away.
I try to stay calm, but inside, I am absolutely losing my shit. I didn’t want him to get hurt.What the fuck have I done?He’s amess. I did this; it’s my fault. I swallow against the huge lump in my throat, my own eyes starting to fill up.
He sees my reaction and grabs my arms, sitting up and pulling me toward him. “Hey, I’m okay,” he says, his voice raw. “I’m just emotional.”
He wraps his arms around me, and I resist him, but he won’t loosen his grip. So I give up and rest my head on his chest.
I can hear his heart thumping heavily. My mind is racing, but I’m trying to keep it together for his sake. After a few minutes, I pull back and peek at his face again. He seems much more normal, but I’m still wary.
“What was that? Are you actually okay?” I ask, terrified of the answer.
He lets me pull away enough that we are face-to-face again, grasps both my hands in his, and holds them against his chest. “I promise I’m okay.” His regular zen-like calm has returned. “That was just… the most amazing—” He swallows thickly. “I’m not sure I’ll ever experience anything like that again in my life.” He gazes at me with a face that makes me want to both kiss him and run away from him at once. “You are incredible.”
“Thank you,” I say softly. I rise on my knees and examine him slowly, searching his eyes. “Promise me I didn’t… that you’re not…”
“I’m strong, Chelsea. I promise. Please don’t look so worried.”
I bite my lip, trying to decide whether I believe him. He brushes a stray tear from my cheek.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
His brows pull together. “Please don’t regret this, okay? Don’t wish it hadn’t happened or regret it. I’ll never forget tonight. I’ll never be the same, and I’m thankful. Don’t you dare be sorry.” His voice is firm, almost… angry.
The strength I hear in it is reassuring, though, and it makes my nerves settle a bit. “All right.”
“All right?” His eyes are intense.
“Yes, okay. I believe you.”
“Good.” A sly grin creeps over his face. “So, about tomorrow night…”
I take a sharp breath. “No, Julian. Absolutely not. We had an agreement.”
“Okay, okay.” He holds his hands up. “Just thought I’d ask.”
“Only once. And no spending the night. Like we talked about.” I sound much more resigned than I feel.
“Yes, ma’am.”
