Page 44 of Hard Rock Muse

“Take me to bed,” I told him.

Julian picked me up, his hands on my ass. I clung to him, my arms around his shoulders. He strode through the apartment, heading toward the open door to my bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind us. The room was dark, but moonlight shined through the windows, glinting in his dark eyes, reminding me of our time on the roof.

Maybe I could have him to myself after all.

Julian tumbled us onto the bed, hovering over me as our legs tangled together.

We stared into each other’s eyes, breaths mingling. My insides were aching and pulsing. I needed his touch.

I squirmed and shifted on the bed until I was out from under him. He looked confused until I unbuttoned my jeans and shimmied out of them. The fire in his eyes turned blazing as I removed my bra and panties, leaving me bare.

I reached for his belt buckle for the second time and worked at the strap. Julian jumped off the bed and kicked off his jeans and boxers. My breath caught in my throat when my eyes fell to his shaft. I’d almost forgotten exactly how impressive he was.

He returned to the bed and began covering me with kisses. I flailed with my arm, reaching out to the bedside table where I’d tossed a bunch of stuff from my old nightstand when I’d moved in. I grabbed at the small foil packet and put it into Julian’s hands. He let out a shaky groan.

“You sure?” he asked.

“Yes,” I breathed. “I want you.”

I’ve always wanted you.

I’ve never stopped wanting you.

I parted my legs, baring myself to him. He slipped between them, bringing his hand to the apex of my thighs, finding that most sensitive part of me. He rubbed his thumb in a circle, just like he had with my nipples. This time the sensation went straight to my core, leaving me moaning and writhing.

His fingers were slippery wet from my pleasure. He slid one inside me slowly. I groaned and clutched at the bedsheets. He used a second. My head tossed back and forth. He slid in and out, keeping up a steady pace, sending me higher and higher until I was close to my peak.

“Julian…” I panted and begged.

He ducked down and sucked my clit into his mouth and I came, crying out. I shuddered against him, limbs quaking. Every muscle tensed up, then released as the pleasure abated.

Julian gave me one last lick, then crawled back up my body. He looked at me, a final question in his eyes. I nodded shakily.

He rolled on protection and positioned himself at my entrance, his tip nestled between my folds. My muscles throbbed in anticipation.

He pushed forward, spreading me open. I gasped out loud, squeezing my eyes shut. Julian let out a muffled curse, groaning. He continued sliding inside me until he bottomed out, his hips firmly against mine.

He stilled. We panted heavily into each other's mouths. Tears sprung to my eyes. Julian looked alarmed. He brushed a thumb along my cheek.

“You okay?” he whispered.

I didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know how to convey everything I was feeling in that moment.

Being filled by Julian also filled my heart in a way nothing else ever had.

“I love you,” I choked out.

“Ev…” His eyes went soft, loving and pained at the same time.

I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his neck. I rolled my hips, urging him on. He continued moving inside me. I cried out with each push in and out, the head of his cock scraping across my inner walls, sending sparks of pleasure singing through me.

His thrusts became sporadic and I knew he was close. I bucked against him, increasing the pace. He brought his hand back to my clit, playing with me. The feeling of him both moving inside me and rubbing me from the outside was too much. I clenched down and exploded again with a breathless moan.

Julian grunted, loud and long, his head bowed, his back muscles locked. He shook and trembled. I held him to my chest as he found his release, running my hands through his sweat-dampened hair until he finally relaxed against me.

We laid there next to each other, chests heaving against one another, sticky and warm, our heads nestled down onto the pillows.

“I’d almost forgotten…” he said, sounding sleepy, his eyes fluttering closed.