Chloe’s legs circled his waist as he lifted her and moved towards the bedroom, one arm under her ass, the other bracing her neck. Their lips never disconnected, tongues licking and nipping one another as her fingers raked his hair, caressed the back of his neck, sending cataclysmic sparks right down to his groin.
He finally passed through the bedroom’s threshold and his shins barely touched the bed. Gently lowering her to her feet, he felt her aroused taut nipples through her lace bra pressed against his chest.
The riot in his head and the frustrated sexual state he had been in was finally unravelling as her fingers fumbled with the zipper of his jeans and tugged them off.
His eyes flashed to her cleavage.
Julian pulled down the bra strap to hang loosely over her arm then lowered the fabric over her breast. His mouth branded her perfect globes, nipping and licking, then worked his way to the other.
“Julian,” she purred. Their breaths filled the room.
Her head tossed back as her chocolate hair tumbled around her. His name coming from her lips was the sexiest sound making his dick even harder, if that were even possible.
Julian trailed his mouth to her sexy collarbone, then to the curve of her neck, back up to claim her lips. Then he reached behind to unsnap the clasps of her bra, the whisper of the fabric hitting the floor.
Her soft skin and perfect tits on display for him.
Fucking breathtaking.
His eyes never left the sight of her curves, savoring the vision of her body. He was fighting every primal instinct. The temptation to rip off her cotton shorts and panties and fuck her every which way he could was worse than fighting a battle during his deployments.
He needed to go at her pace, nice and slow. He wanted to savor every taste of Chloe to satisfy not only her desires, but his.
Chloe was the make-love-forever kind of woman, and not the fast-fuck-forget-my-past type.
Julian’s mind wandered to the condom in his wallet that took residence there for the last several months and he hoped he wouldn’t explode before making her climax. Ever since her name appeared in the case file and he saw her picture, he hadn’t had another woman.
At first, Rocky had assumed Chloe was one of Julian’s conquests. But Chloe was much more than that. Chloe Channing was his last conquest, his holy grail.
What the heart wants, the heart will get. And dammit, here Chloe was, the treasure of all priceless treasures.
A seductive gasp escaped her mouth, as his fingers traced the hem of her cotton shorts and he could see the sprouted goosebumps on her creamy skin. He was spellbound by her simple sigh; it could make any man lose control. And Julian was definitely losing it as his balls tightened and his cock suffocated beneath cotton boxers.
Julian’s fingers slipped under the pink elastic of her shorts and Chloe shimmied out of them, the girly fabric pooling at her feet. This woman in front of him was too good to be true, standing naked in all her beauty.
Sheer perfection.
He moaned as her fingers drew lines down his sternum and over his abdomen, tracing the ridges of muscle to the front of his boxers. “Here, let me help you with that,” Julian whispered. He pushed down the cotton briefs and kicked them aside, not caring where they landed. His eyes roamed over her body, his fingers skimming her bare arm. “You’re absolutely beautiful.”
Both hands cradled her face and he pulled her mouth to his, reclaiming her lips again. His kiss was slow and measured, his tongue exploring the soft fullness of her lips. Luxuriating in each second of this moment.
“Julian?” her sexy kitten-voice purred.
“Hmm,” he murmured between kisses.
“I’ve… I’ve never done this.”
He pulled away slightly, his eyes locked on her crystal-blues, then tucked a strand of hair past her ear. “Done what, Doc?”
“I mean, I’ve never done this. You’ll be my first.”
The floor bottomed out. Julian was dumbfounded by her confession.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Am I sure you’re my first?”
Julian’s mouth turned up and he chuckled. His finger tilted her chin so she looked up at him. “Are you sure you want me to be your first?”
Chloe bit her lip. “I want you to be my first, Julian.”
She’s never done this before. My sweet doc…she is the make-slow-love-forever kind of woman. Too good to be true.
Julian would be her first. But what was more enchanting, she would be his final conquest.
Fucking enchanting.
Her dormant sexuality had been awakened and the aching need for Julian was spiraling out of control as liquid heat warmed Chloe’s body like a blanket. Desperate desire to feel him, connect and consume him was all she could think about. There was a surging need, a rising want and intensified greed, pent up and crying to break free.
She trusted Julian with every fiber of her being.
There was something intoxicating about him that made her want to give every ounce of her vulnerability to him. Julian would most definitely satisfy all her senses of pleasure.
Not only was her body ready and willing, but her heart as well.
Chloe was held hostage under Julian’s impenetrable eyes as he gently eased her down on the bed. His lustful gaze locked on her face, jaw clenched and hands on both sides of her shoulders, propping himself up between the ‘V’ of her legs.
Something in his stare, a soundless voice, emotions begging.
The arousal of the initial weight of his rock-hard body put her hypersensitive skin on high alert. She worked a swallow in anticipation of what was to come as the wetness between her legs increased.
Chloe had a full image of the statuesque vision of Julian hovering over her.
Her eyes traced the lines of his broad shoulders and every tensed muscle on his perfect torso. Her fingernails skimmed over his pecks, to his ribcage, down his abs and finally to his shaft. Julian hissed when she gripped his rock-hard length, stroking him.
“Christ,” Julian groaned through gritted teeth, his Adam’s apple prominent. “You’re going to make me explode before I can make you feel good, Doc.”
She bit her lip, loved his reaction at the intake of his breath and momentarily closing his eyes as he enjoyed her assault. He reached for her hand that was wrapped around his cock, raised it above her head. Then took her other hand, laced his fingers with hers.
“Keep your hands there…” He pinned both her wrists above her head, leaned down and placed a teasing kiss on her lips. The tip of his tongue traced her bottom lip before he slipped it in her mouth. Then he broke away, Chloe immediately missing his lips.
Julian leaned on his side, elbow bent, his head in his hand and his erection pressed against her hip. “Don’t move, understand?”
Chloe nodded. “Yes,” was all she could purr out.
“I want to pleasure your body, make you tremble and come so hard you won’t know where you end and begin…and you’ll be begging for more of me and only me.”
“You’re all I want, Julian…my first and last.”
“Yes, Chloe, your first and last.” He placed a chaste kiss on her lips. “Now, close your eyes. All I want you to do is feel.” His silky voice feathered in her ear.
The cool brush of his fingers left tingling sparks as he trailed the valley of her breasts, toyed with her diamond-jeweled bellybutton, then between her thighs.
His fingers gently slid between her damp flesh, manipulating her sensitive clit with the ever-so-perfect pressure. A cry of ecstasy from Chloe filled the otherwise silent room.
“Fuck, baby…you’re wet and ready,” Julian growled.
Her neck and back arched off the mattress, her fists clenched the sheets, as she tried to gather her thoughts. The friction of his deft fingers sliding and stroking, teasing the small bud of sensitivity, sending pleasant jolts throughout her body.
A momentary pause as he eased his way down between her legs, his warm lips grazed one of
her thighs and then his lips on the other. He scoured her body, provoking the inferno already ablaze.
Then Julian’s tongue spread her wet flesh, tantalizing the vibration of her impending orgasm.
“Fuck, you taste so good.” Chloe barely heard Julian’s silky whisper.
He reached up and fondled one of her globes, her pink nipple marbled, as his soft and stiff tongue nuzzled within the walls of her pussy. She screamed; her panting was almost incoherent as she spread her legs farther apart, giving him free rein to seize her openness.
His name fell from Chloe’s lips, over and over, his tongue continued to massage her as a tidal wave of arousal exploded, reaching her climax and crashing all at the same time. His touch was light and yet painfully teasing, satisfying every desire that had been bottled up inside.
“Julian…you are…oh god,” she cried out at her release and caught her breath.
“Not quite, baby…but it was heavenly.”
Hungover from her euphoric state, Chloe propped herself on her elbows and looked down at him between her legs.
“You are hopeless. Always a comeback.”
“Speaking of comeback. You ready for the next round, my li’l boxer?” Julian sat on his knees between her thighs.
“You mean there’s more?”
“Oh, there’s definitely more for you, Doc.” Julian chuckled as he tore the packet open and rolled the condom over his erection.
The desire in his gaze met hers after he was protected and centered himself at her entrance.
He hissed as he slowly entered her center. “Christ, you’re so tight.”
Chloe tensed at the initial burn. His body stiffened as his hard length eased into her, pushing farther. Chloe welcomed the weight of his perspiring body as he slowly tucked his iron cock, thrusting in and out of her wet canal, base to tip.
Although she was conscious of where his warm flesh touched her, her mind spiraled out of control, tortuous yet rewarding.
A moan of bliss fell from her lips.
His hardness electrified her as an erotic pleasure jolted her body.
Julian picked up the pace, circled movements of his hips angling in the one spot that made her moan increase as he grazed against her velvet walls. Julian was so deep inside the pressure started to build. His raw sensuousness carried Chloe to greater heights.
The scent of sex filled the room. Chloe breathed in the intoxicating scent of Julian’s cologne, clean soap, and the sweet pancake batter, all arousing her senses, her personal aphrodisiac.
Heat rippled under her perspiring skin, a burning sweetness. Chloe tightened the muscles around his large shaft.
“Chloe.” His ragged groan sent goosebumps down her neck. “You’re gonna make me come, baby.”
“Oh god, Julian, don’t stop,” she whimpered, begging for more. “Kiss me. Please.”
His mouth crashed onto hers, more demanding this time. Chloe hooked her hands around his neck, needing the closeness as electric shock had scorched her body, sending Chloe to the edge and stealing her breath away.
It was a take-no-prisoners, no-holds-barred, soul-reaching kind of kiss.
Both moaned in unison, their pleasure and desire mutually exchanged.
Her apex aroused with fire and ice, not knowing which way was up or down. Her toes curled and back arched, trembling with intense pleasure after he dominated every fiber of her body and the wave of ecstasy collided around them as her second climax ripped through her.
Chloe’s body was in overdrive, an amplified heartbeat hammered in her ears. Her wonton body sated, butterflies settled in her belly, resting in a dreamlike haze.
Julian laid his head at the curve of her neck, warm breaths giving her goosebumps as she brushed his messy hair from his face. She calmed her breathing from her ultimate high. Her orgasm continued to vibrate as his semi-hard dick was still inside her.
Julian propped himself on one side. “You okay?” he asked.
Chloe nodded.
Her gaze locked with chocolate eyes, where she could now see a bronze glimmer in his stare.
Holy shit, he’s so beautiful.
Julian leaned in, caressed her mouth with tender kisses. Addicted to his drugging kisses, Chloe savored every taste of Julian as she cupped his face.
“I guess I needed to be rescued after all, my hunky, super-secret agent.” Chloe laughed, remembering their flirty banter the night of the gala.
“I think it’s the other way around, Doc,” he said, then kissed her again.
It was late in the afternoon and the sun’s orange rays peeked through the open window; the breakfast Julian made that morning was easily forgotten. After Chloe told Julian she was on the pill and wanted to truly be with him, skin on skin, no barriers, they spent the rest of the day making love, exploring one another.
The warmth of Julian’s arm around her, as she rested her head on his chest, was comfortable and peaceful.
She’d forgotten about the outside world. It was her and Julian in their own utopia.
Chloe had fallen for Julian before their intimacy and now in his arms, in her nakedness and vulnerability, she was truly in love with him.
Her thoughts drifted back to what her nana had told her. “The best kind of love is where two people find each other with just one look before even making love.”
Then Chloe’s mind returned to the photo of Amber and Julian in the book, and she contemplated bringing it up. Should she overstep the forbidden line of the past and ask about Amber?
This was all new to Chloe. Julian said he still loved Amber. How could he move on if she was so much a part of his present?
“Julian?”
“Hmm,” he lazily moaned as Chloe traced the crests and ripples of his abs.
“What was she like?”
Julian’s breath hitched for a beat; his thumb paused on the ball of her shoulder. A sound of discomfort rumbled in the back of Julian’s throat. “Why do you ask?”
“The book on your nightstand. I saw your bookmarker.” Chloe changed position, propped on her elbows and pointed to the book on the nightstand. “You look so happy in those pictures.”
He turned to see what Chloe pointed at. Julian pushed a lock of hair off her shoulder. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”
“I’m not mad. She was your wife.”
“I don’t want you to think that I would ever compare you to Amber…and I don’t know if I can tell you what she was like. Every time I try to remember her, it breaks me. It’s kind of hard for me to talk about her.” Julian took a deep breath. “The thing is, I was angry for a really long time. At her, at me. I was living two lives. One where I pretended everything was okay and the other where I walked around with an empty soul. Amber took my heart when she died. And although I think of her often and talk to her in my dreams, she’s told me so many times to move on, to fall in love again. But I refused to listen to her…until I met you.”
He rolled Chloe on top of him, his knuckles tracing the line of her jaw.
“I don’t know how you did it, Chloe. I love everything about you. It’s crazy for me to say. That night at the gala, when you pretended your feet were in pain and leaned against my check-in table, you jumpstarted something in me. I still remember the feeling when I first met you. You took me by surprise and that shit is rare.”
Chloe’s mouth turned up as tears of joy streamed down her face. “Julian, did you just say you loved me?”
“Mm-hm, I do… Now that I have you, I’m yours.”
Chloe’s heart swelled and her chest tightened at his words. The hum of the ceiling fan and a seagull’s squawk from the open window interrupted the momentary stillness.
“And those assholes out there.” His jaw clenched. “They’re not going to get their hands on you. I’m going to protect you, whatever it takes. You’re my life, Chloe Channing.”
Her hands cradled his face, and she drew him to her lips. A kiss so tender, full of emotion and harmony.
She broke the connection
, wanted to tell him something else. “One more thing, Booker… I wasn’t pretending. My feet really did hurt.”
Julian chuckled. “Oh really?”
“Try wearing four-inch-high heels for several hours.”
“No thanks.” Julian’s hands went up in surrender.
“So, what now? Where do we go from here?” Chloe asked.
“Well, I’d still like to see those fat-pants you love to wear.”
Chloe stilled for a moment. Her thoughts filtered to when she told Julian about her fat-pants. When her mother was still alive, and life was good.
Chloe drank him in. Although she was safe in his arms, she wondered for how long.
“When will this be over?” She laid her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“Maybe things would be different today if I’d asked you out back then. But things happen for a reason… My fucked-up past and your situation brought us back together so we could fit perfectly.”
“Like a puzzle.” Her eyes looked upon his gorgeous face.
“Yes. Like a puzzle.” A lopsided grin turned the corner of his mouth, deepening his dimples.
Chloe ruffled his messy hair, adored every feature of his beautiful face. After a moment, his mouth met hers, their tongues danced and tasted one another. He switched their position, putting Chloe on her back.
“I wish we could stay like this forever,” she whispered.
“Me too, Doc.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “But sooner or later, you’ll want to eat.”
Chloe’s eyes widened. “Oh my god! I totally ruined breakfast. Scrambled eggs, the bacon… You cooked and your pancakes…”
“Shh, it’s okay. Stop your rambling. We can have pancakes for dinner.”
“I like that. Pancakes for dinner.”
Julian’s breath stilled as he watched Chloe through the closed sliding window that led to the open patio facing the ocean. The sun’s rays radiated her tanned skin. With a glass of lemonade in her hand, she looked at peace sitting on the lounge chair as the island breeze blew her chestnut hair around her face.
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