Chapter 21
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
JULIETTE
I know what he’s asking. And I have to confess, I like the way he’s asking it.
The fact that we have this pull and he’s even asking feels almost…
weird. No… unnatural. Feeling his hard chest against my palm, I can’t help but wonder what this hardness feels like pressed against my body… while he’s inside me.
I can’t remember a time when I actually had sexual desires, but I have them now. Big ones. Huge ones… raging ones.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I shift my gaze up his throat to meet his eyes, and then I speak.
“Do you mean, do I feel the connection we share?” I ask.
Slade’s eyes darken immediately. Pressing my thighs together, I inhale a shaky breath as I watch him. His nostrils flare, his eyes sparkle, and I wonder when his control is going to snap.
I know I shouldn’t, but I hope it does.
I want to feel his body against mine, inside mine. I want his lips on mine, and I want to know what it’s like to be desired, to be wanted, not a possession to be manipulated and controlled, but chosen, craved, needed.
“I feel it, Slade. I felt it the moment I laid eyes on you.”
He lets out a chuckle. “I saw you bent over cleaning and knew that ass was worth getting to know.”
My lips part, and I gasp, feigning offense. He chuckles as I start to pull my hand away, but his fingers curl around my wrist, keeping my hand there. Then he lifts my hand, turns his head, and his lips touch my palm.
His lips are warm and soft. I close my eyes as I moan and wonder what they would feel like everywhere else on my body. Inhaling a shaky breath, I take a step backward, then another, moving closer to the bed.
Slade follows me, but then he stops, and I know he’s done allowing me to lead this little dance of ours. Curving my lips up into a small smile as he shrugs off his leather vest, I watch as he tosses it onto the chair a few feet away.
The minute he reaches behind him, he grabs his shirt between his shoulders and pulls it off over his head. I wonder if this is perhaps moving a bit too quickly, but then my gaze connects to his chiseled abs, and my breathing fails.
My breath stills at the sight of him. Dark tattoos, shaggy hair, and muscles. My god. The muscles. Carved from stone, created. I don’t know how old he is, but he’s definitely more of a man than a boy.
I start to ask him his age but decide against it. I’ll ask him after. It doesn’t matter right now. All I can think about right now is his hands on my body, his mouth on my skin, and him inside me.
I can’t remember the last time I actually had sex, let alone the last time it felt good. I’m not sure it ever really did. But I’m pretty sure sex with Slade is going to feel great. This pull between us is too damn strong for it not to.
Reaching for the hem of my shirt, I pause when I realize I just got off work. Holy shit, I probably smell terrible. I begin to panic, and not in a good way. My eyes shift around, scanning for a way out of this without killing this moment, but it’s going to need to be killed.
“I know you just got off work, Jules. It doesn’t make me want you less.”
And with that, he reaches out, grips the hem of my shirt, and then it’s gone. He peels it from my body, tossing it somewhere in the room, and then wraps his arms around me. His mouth slams against mine, his tongue fills me, tangles with mine, and I forget the fact that I’m dirty and sweaty.
I forget everything—except him. I don’t forget him. I couldn’t if I tried.
What feels like seconds later, I’m stripped of my clothes, and he strips himself of his as well. He wraps his arms around me again before we tumble to the bed. It squeaks and groans beneath our weight.
Slade breaks the kiss, his lips curving up as he lets out a chuckle. “Maybe next time, we do this in my bed. It’s a bit quieter.”
My breathing stops again. Next time. His bed. Oh my.