Jesus. Wow.
Muscles for days, a light smattering of hair on his chest and abs that I could lick all night.
He turns slightly to give me the full view of his left arm. I study the intricate lines of black ink that seamlessly flow together. It's a beautiful piece of art that wraps around his bicep. The word loyalty is at its center.
"Loyalty." I reach up to touch his arm. "It's important to you."
"I value it almost more than I value anything else."
I sigh as I drop my hand. "I never pictured you with a tattoo."
"How did you picture me?"
My brows peak. "What do you mean?"
"You've thought about me, Maya." He turns so he's facing me directly. "Tell me what you've thought about."
I try to slow my heartbeat, but it's useless. I'm the one who decided to come to his place. He knows exactly why I'm here. "Kissing you, touching you."
"We've kissed." He leans forward to kiss me softly. "Was it how you thought it would be?"
"Better." I breathe in his scent as he kisses me again. "It's so much better."
"Show me how you've thought about touching me."
"Now?"
He reaches for my hand. "Touch me, Maya."
I do. I slide my hand from his. I reach for his shoulder first, gliding my fingertips along the cut curves before I move slowly to touch his chest.
He keeps this breathtaking body hidden under his tailored shirts and suits. I knew every inch of him would be incredible.
"I'm aching for you." He slides my hand over the front of his sweatpants, so it's resting on his swollen cock. "I'm taking you to my bed, Maya. Remember what I said about no sleep?"
I nod as he stands and when he holds his hand out to me, I take it. I want this. I want this man more than I've wanted anything in my life.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Maya
"I've waited so longfor this." Julian unbuttons each button on my blouse with languid precision. "I can't tell you how many times I've thought about doing this."
"Taking forever to undress me?" I smile up at him. "I'm not delicate and this isn't an expensive shirt. I'm not against you ripping it off me."
He laughs, throwing his head back. "I want to remember this moment forever. The first time I see your breasts, your pussy. The first taste, the first fuck. I want every detail etched in my mind."
The words are enough to make my knees buckle, but I hold firm to his biceps as he continues his painfully slow unveiling of my body. "Do you remember the first time you saw me?"
That stops his hands in midair. "Your hair was shorter. You were wearing a yellow dress and red heels. I walked into Falon's studio and saw the most beautiful woman in the world."
I remember the dress. I still have it. The heels were tossed out months ago. I can't believe that he can recall all of that. "You have an incredible memory."
"Ask me what I had for dinner two nights ago."
I chuckle. "What did you have for dinner two nights ago, Julian?"
"I have no fucking clue." He winks. "I only remember important things. That's why I remember every time I've ever seen you."
