Her lips were flushed, and the faintest smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. Her hazel eyes had that caramel glow again under the soft golden light of the room. There was no hesitation in them, no doubts, no mask. I knew exactly how that felt. I’d let go of all my doubts, too, the second our mouths met. Being here with her, lost in her body… nothing had ever felt this right.
She pulled her whole dress off in one quick move.Holy Shit.My eyes traced her curves, her swollen nipples under her bra, and I saw the small scar on her left side, shaped like a butterfly.Car accident when she was six. I already knew. I could confirm it later, but right now? I wanted to kiss her there.
She climbed onto my lap, giving me a teasing kiss that lingered enough to leave me wanting more. Her fingers found my beard. She seemed to like it even though everyone around me kept saying I should shave it off immediately. She let out a giggle, her forehead brushing mine.
“What?” I asked.
“Déjà vu, I guess…” She murmured, her lips hovering next to mine.
That smile. It wrecked me. As if I wasn’t already hard enough, she felt me getting even more aroused and teased, brushing her hips forward and back, slow and deliberate.
“You’re going to kill me, woman,” I whispered, not daring to close the gap for a full kiss, letting our lips barely touch. Her eyes were locked on mine, and she bit my lower lip. Gently at first, then harder. And harder.
I couldn’t take it anymore. With a growl, I took her, lifting us both as her legs tightened around my waist. I turned us and laid her gently on the bed. Her hair slipped free from the half-up style, tumbling into a cascade of copper waves spreading across the white sheets. She looked up at me, flushed and breathless, and I knew I was done for. I leaned in, kissing her neck, shoulder, and little freckles.
Slowly. Savoring. Every. Moment.
Her hands slid under my shirt, pushing it up until I yanked it over my head and tossed it aside. Her fingers trailed across my chest, measuring all the several tattoos. I paused to take her in.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I murmured. I barely had time to lean back before she tugged me closer, her body instinctively arching toward me.
I went back to kissing her, picking up where I left off, letting my lips explore the curve of her clavicle. I moved lower, down her ribs, to her stomach, while my hand slid under her bra.
“Chris…” She whispered, her voice so deliciously shaky I had to take a deep breath not to lose control. No. I would take my time, enjoying her, getting drunk on her taste.
I pressed a lingering kiss below her belly button before my hands trailed down her sides, fingertips brushing lightly against her until they found the edge of her underwear. I sat up to take it off, moving slowly. Once it was off, I kissed the curve of her foot before tossing the laced panties aside.
I was curious. Would she taste as insanely sweet when her body shivered to the touch of my tongue as she had in my dreams? I leaned back in, my lips trailing along the sensitive inside of her thighs, and then I felt how wet she already was with the tip of my tongue.
I was wrong.
Listening to her moaning and trembling wasn’t as good as my dreams.
It was better.So much better.
I could’ve stayed there for hours, feeling her body surf waves of pleasure. One. After. The. Other. But her fingers slid from my hair to my shoulders, urging me upward. I didn’t resist. I moved up, meeting her kiss, still tasting her on our lips.
Her hands roamed down my back, her nails scraping along my sides, sending sparks through me, like she somehow already knew this was the signal I couldn’t resist. My hand dropped to my pants, quickly undoing them and finally freeing my cock, throbbing and aching for her.
I held myself at her entrance, waiting and asking without words. And when her legs wrapped tightly around me, pulling me closer, that was all the permission I needed. I pushed into her slowly, and her nails dug into my back. I knew they’d leave marks. I’d wear them proudly, like a fucking Olympic medal. Her lips brushed against my ear as she moaned, soft and sweet at first but growing louder with every thrust, every inch I gave her.
We found our rhythm instantly, like we’d been doing this forever. It was like a manual had unlocked in my brain, guiding me on exactly how to touch her, where to move, and how to angle myself to match her every need. There was no need for words because we both knew how to bring each other to the edge and pull back over and over again.
No other words, just her whispering my name when she was about to come undone, which made me follow, losing myself completely in her.
12
JULES
Iblinked against the sunlight, cutting through the curtains, squinting as I figured out where I was. Carefully, I got up, trying my best to be quiet. I tiptoed across the room, dodging scattered pieces of clothing on the floor. I looked back at Chris sprawled out on the bed, hair a total mess, looking way too good for someone who was still sleeping.
What did I do?
Impulsive Jules hadn’t made an appearance in years. Almost a decade, actually. I was the dependable one, the one running checklists for everything. Mom of two, award-winning professional, and divorcee. And yet, last night…
Something about Chris had cracked through all of that, and I’d let myselffeelfor the first time in forever. Damn, it felt amazing. I’ve had good sex before, but it was next-level, soul-shattering, essence-leaving-your-body kind of sex. But now, reality was knocking loud and hard.
Welcome back, anxiety.
