Yikes.How had she never known her nipples had a direct connection to her nether regions?
Petula’s breathing sped up.
“Julian,” she rasped as he proceeded to carefully caress the sides of her breasts.
“Mmm?” he mumbled.
His eyes were closed as if he were memorizing her contours.
“I…” She couldn’t back down now. “Touch me…more, please.”
And with that declaration, Petula suddenly ran out of bravery. She hoped beyond hope that Julian would take control, now that she’d lost her nerve
Julian removed his hands and Petula wanted to cry out.
What—?
His arms came around her immediately, hard and firm.
Ohhh.
Petula found herself surrounded by Julian’s strength. Her aching nipples were crushed against his muscular chest.
Yes.This is what she’d wanted. And she didn’t feel detached from it, at all. There’d be no reciting zip codes in her head while Julian was showering her with this kind of attention.
In a frenzy, their mouths met again, and this time their dance was more intense, more frantic. Their tongues tangoed and their lips synched up in an energetic brega-funk, while her hands dared to explore Julian’s shoulders, his neck, and the fine hairs at the back of his head which she felt the need to tug, and did.
That action seemed to inflame him even higher, as his palms slid down and cupped her ass, pulling her in so that her hot core meshed with the delicious hardness that had risen between them.
“Hey Pet. I’m wondering?—”
Shit.
Her brother’s voice broke through Petula’s haze, and her head snapped up.
“Oh. I’m sorry,” he rumbled gruffly. “I didn’t…”
His voice tightened as—once his shock was gone—he put his protector-sibling hat back on. “Are you okay with this, Petti?”
Her face turned what she knew was crimson, but she turned toward him and grinned.
“Do I look like I’m under any pressure here? Does it seem like I’m being coerced?” she teased.
“Uh, no.” He did an about face and backed down. “I guess, it, um... Fine, then. Carry on.” He started to leave.
“Wait,” Petula told him, giggles bubbling to the surface. If anyone told her that she’d so easily have pushed the crappy stuff that was happening to a back burner because of a kiss, she would have labeled them crazy. But now…
Things were looking up.
Petula laughed, and Julian grunted comically beneath her. Itwasall pretty funny.
It wasn’t like her older brother to get flustered, and it was kind of nice seeing his always-in-control façade take a hit. Still, she loved him dearly, so…
“Don’t worry, Stat. We’re through, here,” she said reluctantly, unwinding herself from Julian and bringing her feet to the floor. It wasn’t a graceful dismount, by any means, but she blamed her awkwardness on lack of experience.
“I guess you want an update on whether or not I’ve told Julian everything,” she questioned.
“Uh, huh. It’s why I came in,” he clipped. “That, and to let you know that food is ready.”
