'Stop what?' he asked. 'This?' His tongue swirled around and around her ear.
Grace hissed in pleasure. Chills shot all over her body like red embers, burning every inch of her. Her breasts swelled even tighter against his chest.
'Or this.' He moved one hand under the waistband of her panties to cup her where she craved him most.
Her toes actually curled in response to his hand between her legs as she arched her back against him. Oh, he was incredible!
He encircled the tender, throbbing flesh with one finger, making her burn from the inside out before he finally plunged two fingers deep inside her.
While his fingers circled and teased and stroked, he gently massaged her nub with his thumb.
'Ooo…' Grace moaned, throwing her head back at the intensity of the pleasure.
She clung to him as his fingers and tongue continued their relentless assault of pleasure. Her control gone, she rubbed herself shamelessly against him, seeking even more of his heat, his touch.
Julian closed his eyes, savoring the scent of her body beneath his, the feel of her arms wrapped around him.
She was his. He could feel her quivering and pulsing around his hand as her body writhed to his caresses.
At any moment, she would climax.
With that thought foremost in his mind, he shoved her shirt up and dropped his head down to one taut peak where he gently suckled her areola, delighting in the feel of her puckered flesh teasing his tongue.
He couldn't remember a woman ever tasting this good.
It was a taste that branded itself in his mind, one he knew he would never forget.
And she was ready for him. She was hot, wet, and tight-just the way he liked a woman's body.
He tore the thin piece of material away from her hips that impeded his access to the part of her he was dying to explore more fully.
And at much greater length.
Grace heard the rending of fabric, but she couldn't stop him. Her will was no longer her own. It had been swallowed up by sensations so intense that all she wanted was relief.
She had to have relief!
Reaching up, she buried her hands in his hair, not wanting him to leave her for even a second.
Julian kicked his pants off and spread her thighs wide.
Her body bursting into pure fire, Grace held her breath as he settled his long, hard body between her legs.
The tip of his manhood pressed against her core. She arched her hips toward him and clung to his broad shoulders, wanting him inside her with a desperation that defied belief.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
Grace jumped at the sound, her mind instantly slamming back into control.
'What is that noise?' he growled.
Grateful for the interruption, Grace struggled out from under him, her limbs trembling, her entire body burning. 'It's a phone,' she said, before leaning over to the night-stand and grabbing it.
Her hand actually shook as she brought the phone to her ear.
Cursing, Julian rolled to his side.
'Selena, thank goodness it's you,' Grace said as soon as she heard her voice.
Oh, how she was grateful for Selena's ability to know the
'What is it?' Selena asked.
'Stop that,' Grace snapped at Julian as he licked his way down her bare buttocks. She pushed him back and put a little more distance between them.
'I'm not doing anything,' Selena said.
'Not you, Lanie.'
The other end fell as silent as the grave.
'Listen,' Grace said to Selena, her voice sharp with warning. 'I need you to get some of Bill's clothes and bring them over. Now.'
'It worked!' The piercing shriek almost splintered her eardrum. 'Oh, my God, it worked! Hallelujah, I can't believe it! I'm on my way!'
Grace turned the phone off just as Julian's tongue traced a path from her buttocks to her…
'Stop that!'
He pulled back and gave her a shocked frown. 'You don't like it when I do that?'
'That's not what I said,' she answered before she could stop herself.
He moved back to her…
Grace bolted from the bed. 'I
He propped himself up on one arm and watched her while she picked up his discarded pants and tossed them at him. He caught them with one hand as his gaze wandered leisurely over her body. 'Why don't you call in sick?'
'Call in sick?' she repeated. 'How do you know what that is?'
He shrugged. 'I told you, I can hear during my confinement. It's what allows me to learn languages and understand changing syntax.'
Like a graceful panther coming out of a crouch, he pulled the blanket back and moved slowly from the bed. His pants forgotten. His body still fully erect.
Mesmerized, she couldn't move.
'We didn't finish,' he said, his voice low, deep. He reached for her.
'Oh, yes we did!' She ran for the safety of the bathroom and locked the door behind her.
Clenching his teeth, Julian had the sudden urge to put his head through the wall in frustration. Why was she being so stubborn?
He looked down at his stiffened body and cursed. 'And why won't
Grace took a long, cold shower. What was it about Julian that made her blood literally boil? Even now she could feel the heat of his body on hers.
His lips on her…
'Stop it, stop it, stop it!'
She was not some nymphomaniac who couldn't control herself. She was a Ph.D. with a brain-and
Yet it would be so easy to just forget everything and spend the next month in bed with Julian.
'Fine,' she said to herself. 'Let's say you do crawl into bed with him for a month, then what?'
She soaped her body, her aggravation dispelling the last of her desire. 'I'll tell you what. He'll be gone and you, sister, will be left alone again.
'Remember what happened after Paul? Remember what it felt like to wander around the dorm, sick to your stomach because you let someone
Worse, she could still hear Paul's mocking laughter as he bragged to his friends and collected his bet. How she wished she'd been a man long enough to kick open the door to his apartment, and beat him to smithereens.
No, she wouldn't let herself be used.
It had taken her years to get over Paul and his cruelty, and she wasn't about to undo all that on a whim. Not even a gorgeous whim!
Nope, nope, nope. The next time she gave herself to a man it would be to someone who was committed to her. Someone who cared for her.
Someone who wouldn't disregard her pain and continue to use her body for his pleasure as if she didn't matter, she thought, her repressed memories resurfacing with a vengeance. Paul had acted as if she weren't even there. As if she were nothing more than an emotionless doll designed only to serve his pleasure.
And she wasn't about to let anyone, especially Julian, treat her like that.
Never again.
