A rocking of her shoulders she simply couldn’t hide.
“Okay fine. Read it. Say it out loud,” Julian groused, mortified but also amused.
“Let’s pitch a tent?” she quoted, her voice cracking up as she rocked on the bed in hysterics. “Oh, lord. Julian. A tent?Thatone you’re pitching looks like it could fit a whole platoon of Boy Scouts,” she chortled.
“It’s atroop,” Julian corrected with a fake-disgruntled huff. “Platoon is a military term.”
He liked that she was impressed with his size, but enough with the preliminaries. He needed this awkward interlude to be finished.
“Is it, uh, okay if I let the troops out?” he questioned.
Petula licked her lips. “More than okay.”
Julian shed the last of his clothing.
Well,almost.
He hadn’t quite thought this whole thing out, and still wore his socks.
Cripes. How geeky could he get?
Luckily it either didn’t seem to bother Petula, or she hadn’t noticed. She was too busy staring at his junk, her mouth partially open.
Mmm.Julian could imagine sliding his length into that warm cavity and…
Nope.If she kept looking at him like that, he was going to blow immediately.
“Lovely, Julian,” she told him breathlessly.
“Okay. Show’s over,” he stated gruffly. “Lights out time.”
Petula grinned up at him, then before he could switch them into darkness, she reached down to slowly and deliberately remove her socks.
The cheeky wench.
Julian groaned. “You noticed, huh?”
He’d had hopes that his package had distracted her.
“I did,” she teased. “But it’s okay Julian. Ifyourfeet are cold, you can leave your socks on.”
CHAPTER 26
Petula foundherself grinning as Julian walked naked to the light switch.
Grinning.
Whileshe appreciated the view, of course.
Julian was making this so… Untroubled, was the only word she could think of.
Petula wasn’t exactly relaxed at the moment; not exactly eager. She was simply…without reservations. Shewantedto do this with Julian despite not being fully engaged. The fact that he was over-the-top accommodating was making it extremely easy to forge ahead.
Therewassomething more she was feeling, however, hovering just out of reach.
If she were honest…
Petula admitted that it might be a niggling of passion.
