Chapter 16
Sixteen
NATASHA
Kisses.
Someone is kissing my neck and chest and tugging my shirt up my torso, and I lift my arms so it can slide off because this feels fucking amazing.
“Fucking Christ, you’re gorgeous.” That’s Julian’s rough voice in my ear, just before he sinks his teeth into my neck, making my back bow up off the bed. His hand roams over to my breast and pinches the nipple.
“Hmm,” I moan, arching into his touch.
“So damn sweet,” he murmurs, leaving open-mouthed kisses along my jawline. “I’m fucking starving, Angel.”
“I can make breakfast. Or, you know, try.”
I feel him grin against my skin, and it sends another tingle through me.
“You have what I want right here. You’re so damn warm and soft and perfect.” His mouth slants over mine, and he sinks into me, kissing me so slowly and deeply, pulling me further out of sleep.
God, I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want this man. This is the best way to wake up ever.
Sign me up for this every day of my life.
I’m starting to crave his touch. Not just tolerate it, but I need it like I need air. I had the best night’s sleep of my life in his arms.
And now, my body is on fire for him.
“Open your eyes, angelos mou, I want you to look at me.”
I manage to get my eyes open and then sigh in happiness because my husband is gloriously naked, braced above me, his arms flexed under the pressure of keeping his weight over me, and holy shit, he’s something glorious to behold.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says against my lips, his dark eyes pinned to mine.
“I was just thinking the same about you.”
Pleasure moves through those eyes, and I can’t stop touching his tattoos. He has so many, all down his right arm, and I love them.
But before I can ask any questions, his magical lips start to journey down my body. He pauses at my breasts, laving them with his tongue, before he moves farther south.
“Julian, you don’t have to—”
“No, I don’t have to do a fucking thing, but I get to eat this gorgeous pussy for breakfast.” He bites me, right where my leg meets my hip, and I groan in pure, unadulterated lust. “I’m going to consume every fucking inch of you, wife.”
Oh, hell yes. Please consume me.
Before I can voice those thoughts, he spreads my legs, and then his mouth is on me, making me see stars. I swear, the world explodes around me when he licks me from my entrance to my clit, and then back down again.
“So fucking sweet,” he growls. “And all fucking mine.”
“Yours.” I can’t resist reaching down to fist my hand in his hair, and when my hips come up off the bed and electricity shoots up my spine, I don’t know if I’m holding him to me or trying to push him away. “Oh God.”
“So responsive,” he murmurs, and brushes his fingertip over my lips before pressing inside, and we both groan. “Fuck, you’re tight, baby. Even with just one finger.”
Of course, I am. I’m a virgin.
But I can’t voice that thought out loud because I’m fairly sure my soul just left my body.
“Julian!”
“Oh, I like that. Good fucking girl. I want my name coming out of your mouth when I’m eating this cunt. Say it again.”
He sucks on my clit and adds another finger inside me, and I scream his name.
“Julian!”
“Mm, that’s my dirty little angel.” He nibbles on my inner thigh. “We’re not close to being done. You can make a bigger mess than this.”
Panting, I stare down at him. His mouth is glistening with my climax, and he’s grinning up at me.
This is the sexiest moment of my life.
“We’re doing this again,” he says and presses a wet kiss to my pubis, just above my clit. “Fuck.”
I moan and circle my hips. “I can return the favor, you know.”
“There’s no favor here. That implies that I didn’t want to do this in the first place.
When in reality”—he brushes his knuckles up and down my slit, so gently that it sends little sparks through me—“I’ve been craving this for a long fucking time.
Longer than I want to admit. Now, I’m going to eat you, and you’re going to soak this bed. Got it?”
“Soak the bed?” I frown down at him. “I don’t want to . . . pee on you. I’m not into that.”
He chuckles and kisses my other thigh, as if he thinks I’m adorable. “That’s not what this is. You have to trust me. Can you do that?”
I blink at him and then nod slowly, and he presses the sweetest kiss right over my clit.
“Good girl.”
God, I really love it when he praises me.
“I love how wet you are,” he murmurs as he brushes his lips back and forth over my slit. Every move he makes sends nothing but pure, euphoric sensation through me. “I might hang out here all day.”
“I don’t have plans,” I reply before he bites my thigh, making me chuckle.
“Look at how swollen you are already.” He laps at me, all over my center, from my ass now to my clit, and my face flames in embarrassment. No one has ever touched me there.
No one has ever touched me anywhere down there, but definitely not my ass.
“Eyes on me,” he reminds me.
“I’m embarrassed,” I whisper and cover my face with one hand.
“Not acceptable. I won’t have it. You’re fucking gorgeous, Natasha.”
“You just had your mouth on my . . .” I shake my head, my cheeks flaming.
“On this?” He swirls his tongue over the tight muscle, and I roll my lips inward, enjoying the way it feels, but knowing that it should be so wrong. “I’m going to have more than my mouth on it, eventually.”
I gasp and stare down at him.
“That got your eyes on me. Yes, Angel, I plan to fuck this ass, but not today. Right now, I’m going to make you lose your fucking mind and soak my face.”
I wrinkle my nose, and he chuckles again.
“Stop making fun of me.”
He shakes his head and pushes up, covering me with his broad, muscled body so he can kiss me, and I can taste myself on his lips and smell my musky essence all over his skin. His hard, gorgeous cock slides against my slit, and I want him.
“Taste how delicious you are, angelos mou. Fucking amazing. I’m not making fun of you, I’m having fun with you, and that’s the second new experience for me today.”
“What was the first?” My voice is a whisper.
“Waking up with a woman in my bed. That hasn’t happened since—in a long time.”
Since his first wife died.
He doesn’t let me respond before he kisses his way down again and nudges his shoulders between my thighs.
“Now, where was I? Ah yes, making you squirt all over my face.” He grins, and then his fingers are inside me and his tongue is working magic on my clit, and my body ignites all over again.
“Holy shit.”
“Mm,” he replies. He turns his fingers and makes a come here motion, and holy fucking shit, the world falls out from under me.
“Oh my fucking God!” I’m thrashing my head back and forth, my hips are bucking, and I think I might have just died for about a millisecond. “Holy shit, Julian.”
“Mm-hmm.” He’s lapping at me again, and when I can look down at him, I feel my eyes widen in horror.
The bed is soaked.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”
“I meant to do that,” he says as he kisses his way back up to me. “And you have nothing to be sorry for. That’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve seen, and we’ll be doing it again. Often.”
“But maybe not in the bed, because now we have to clean this up.”
He chuckles and nuzzles my neck. “I’ll clean it up, Angel.”
“Did you call me that in Greek? Angel?” I ask him, suddenly feeling shy.
“I called you my angel.”
I like that.
“Now—” But before he can complete that thought, his phone starts to ring at the side of the bed. “I’ll fucking kill whoever that is.”
“Just ignore it.”
The phone stops ringing, and Julian shrugs a shoulder and goes back to kissing me, but then it starts to ring again.
“Fuck,” he growls, and rolls to the side of the bed, scooping up the phone on his way. “What?”
I can’t hear what they’re saying on the other end of the line, but his whole body goes tight.
“When?”
I reach out and drag my hand down his back, from his neck to his ass. I like having free rein to touch this sexy man.
The tattoos on his right arm move up to his shoulder and over his shoulder blade. They’re all different images. Flowers, knives—a lot of different knives—and a clock.
“The shipment arrives this evening, you know that. I want everything in place, with extra men. No fucking this up. Yeah, I’ll make those calls now. Keep me informed.”
He hangs up and then pushes his hands through his hair before turning to look down at me.
He cups my face, his thumb dusting over my cheek so gently, it makes me want to purr.
“You don’t flinch when I touch you anymore,” he says, watching me carefully.
“I love it when you touch me,” I admit, and his lips curve.
“Good. Because I plan to have my hands on you at every opportunity. I have to cut this short, but I’m taking a rain check on what comes next.”
“I need coffee,” I inform him.
“Me too.” He leans over to kiss me softly, and holy shit, this man can kiss. His lips should come with a warning label.