And he wasn’t even using his hands or his body to entice her.
By the touch of his lips alone, he was blowing her mind.
Julian was so…much.
Petula felt as if she could drown in the feel of him, and never regret dipping her toes into those turbulent seas, and… Just the fact that she was making a water metaphor in her brain, told her she was in over her head, but she was loving every minute of it.
The man tasted like mint, and coffee, and pure goodness.
Petula knew, in that very moment, that she’d never be able to get enough of him.
And speaking of enough…
She wished Julian would take off the brakes and touch her.Reallytouch her.
Maybe if she nudged him along…
She’d been known to be sneaky a time or two.
Continuing their mouth-connection in order not to spook him, Petula reached out for Julian’s upper arms and using him as leverage, slid easily onto his lap, daring to straddle him.
Slowly, she slid her splayed digits down his biceps, then over his forearms until her hands finally met his. Taking his wrists in a firm grasp, she lifted them so his palms turned inward, and placed them on the sides of her breasts.
She waited.
Julian went still. His tongue ceased its movement in her mouth, then retreated back into his own cavity like a scared snail. His lips stopped moving over hers. If it were possible, she’d say his beating heart actually stuttered.
While her viscera were going nuts at the warmth of the connection, the more stable part of her mind was questioning her actions.
Had she blown it? Was Julian okay? Was this something he didn’t want? Had she overstepped boundaries in her enthusiasm to see what else he could make her feel?
She wrenched her mouth away, reluctantly.
She had to ask.
“Are you alright, Julian?” she managed, her voice emerging shakily as she leaned in and reflexively placed her forehead against his.
He sucked in air.
“I should be asking you the same thing,” he returned, not moving his hands away.
That had to be a good sign, right?
“Why did you…?” He closed his eyes as if he were in pain.
Clearly, he wasn’t going to finish his question.
Dammit.She owed him an answer.
“Because I wanted to find out if it feels good,” she told him with as much sincerity as she could inject into her voice. She drew her head back to meet his eyes. “It was only something Ifelt like Ihadto do before. You know, hook up with a man. But this feels different. I trust you, Julian. Iwantit to be you who touches me. I need to know if I’m…defective.”
He moaned and shook his head. “You’re not defective, Petula. Not in any way. I promise.” Tentatively, his hands began making small, comforting circles.
Finally.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice a mere whisper.
Oh, yes.It felt good. Really good. But the frustrating man was nowhere near the peaks that were all of a sudden standing up, taking notice, and speed-dialing her lady parts down below.
