He’s changed into a black button-down, with the top two buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up just below his elbows, showing off muscles and thick veins that snake down his forearms. I can see tattoos on his right arm but can’t tell from here what they are. They’re ...sexy.His thick, dark hair is styled, and for the first time in my life, I want to push my fingers through someone else’s strands, just to see what it feels like.
Julian swallows hard before meeting my gaze with his dark one.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone more beautiful than you, Angel.”
His voice is rough, and it moves through me like warm honey. I can see from the look in his eyes that he means every word. It gives me the confidence I need to walk toward him. Hiseyes never leave mine as I cross the room, and yeah, nerves have settled into my stomach.
“You don’t have to do this,” he says as he scoots his chair back, making room for me.
The comment makes me pause. “I’m sorry, do you not want?—”
“Come here, Angel.”
His voice is still rough, but it’s firmer, too, and I like it.
I want him to tell me what to do because I’m at a total loss here. I’m no seductress.
When I step in front of him, his eyes narrow as he takes in the bruises over my ribs.
“They don’t hurt anymore,” I whisper. “They just look bad. I’m sorry, I couldn’t cover them?—”
“You don’t ever need to apologize to me for that,” he replies as his gaze travels up my torso to my eyes. “What do you plan to do right now, Natasha?”
I lick my lips because I didn’t really plan for anything. I put on the underwear and then came to find him, without any other thought. I have no experience with this. For fuck’s sake, I’m a virgin.
“Um, well, I found the pretty underwear in my drawer, and I assumed you wanted me to wear it.”
His eyes narrow and he tilts his head to the side. “I didn’t choose it, but whoever did is getting a raise.”
My lips tip up into a smile. “You like it.”
“Very much. I had no idea I was a lingerie man, but it seems I am when it comes to you.” His hands grip onto the armrests of his chair, as if he’s doing everything in his power not to touch me.
You don’t like to be touched, and I’m respecting that boundary.
Knowing that he won’t touch me first, and that as his wife, I have obligations, I sink down to my knees and move between his spread thighs, watching him as I reach for the buckle on his belt. His jaw flexes as I unfasten it. I can feel that he’s already hard.So hard.
In the past, this would have sent me running for the hills.
But with Julian, I’m ...fascinated.Did I do that? I don’t know how that’s possible. I haven’t even touched him.
“You can take me out,” he says with a low voice. “But look at me while you do it.”
My eyes fly up to his, and my breath catches at the fire I see in his gaze. He wants me. I can see it written all over his handsome face.
But he’s letting me take the lead, and that’s the sexiest thing about this whole moment. I don’t feel forced or coerced or shamed.
I feel desired.
And I get to be the one in charge. Or, at least, have a say in how this goes down. Even if it’s only this first time, I appreciate it.
“Is this okay?” I ask him as I wrap my hand around his warm, velvety shaft and nudge his pants and boxers out of the way. He growls and tips his head back, swallows thickly as if he’s gathering himself, and then he pins me in his gaze once more.
“Having your hands on me is every daydream I’ve ever had. Do you want me to give you instructions, or do you want to play?” His jaw is tight, and he sounds almost like he’s in pain.
My eyes drift down to the hardness in my hands, and my mouth goes dry. He’s big. There’s no way I can get all of this in my mouth without choking, but I’d like to try to please him.
“Direct me, please.”
