“What about?—”
“Nothing about.” He kisses a path along my jaw. “Just this. Just us.”
His hand finds the hem of my shirt and slips beneath, splaying across my ribs. I arch into the touch, suddenly desperate for more contact, more heat, more of him.
“Julien,” I breathe, his name half-plea, half-warning.
He hovers above me, eyes dark with want, and his knee parts my thighs, settling between them. “Hmm?”
“Nothing.” I draw him down.
The kiss turns hungry, urgent. His hands push my shirt up and over my head, tossing it aside before his mouth finds my breast. I gasp, fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue circles my nipple, teeth grazing sensitive flesh. My hips buck against his thigh, seeking friction, seeking relief.
“Tell me what you want,” he says against my skin, one hand sliding down my stomach to the waistband of my underwear. “Tell me.”
“You.”
His fingers hook into my underwear, dragging it down my legs before settling back between my thighs. I’m already wet and ready for him. He groans when he feels it, his cock hard against my hip through his boxers.
“I can’t get enough of you.” His fingers find me, circling where I need him most. “Never enough.”
Three sharp knocks at the door freeze us both.
“Julien?” Cameron’s voice, muffled through wood. “You in there?”
“Fuck.” Julien drops his forehead to my collarbone. “Fucking hell.”
Another knock. “We’ve got a situation at the gate.”
“I’ll be right there!” Julien calls back. He kisses the hollow of my throat, a silent apology, before pushing himself up and grabbing his jeans from the floor.
I cover myself with the sheets while Julien yanks on his jeans, not bothering with a shirt, and stalks to the door.
He opens it, his body blocking any view inside. “What?”
“Sorry, man.” Cameron sounds genuinely apologetic. “Wouldn’t bother you if it wasn’t important. We’ve got a problem at the gate. Ramirez sent me to get you.”
“What kind of problem?”
“Dead kind. Except… different. You need to see it.”
Julien’s shoulders tense. “Give me five minutes.”
“Make it three.”
The door closes with more force than necessary. Julien turns back to me, frustration etched across his features.
“I have to?—”
“I know.” I sit up, keeping the sheet clutched to my chest. “Go.”
He crosses back to the bed in three long strides, leaning down to capture my mouth in a kiss that leaves me dizzy and wishing for more. Stupid zombies.
His hands cup my face, thumbs stroking my cheekbones as he looks into my eyes. “I’ll take care of whatever this is, then come back to you.”
“I need to check on Amelia anyway.” The mention of my sister sends a pang of guilt through me. I try to bury it, but it lingers, a shadow at the edges of this fragile happiness. “See what damage I did last night.”
“You didn’t do damage.” His voice turns firm. “You told the truth.”
