Page 36 of A Spy is Born
Never for real.
Nevernotpretend.
I take a breath, and he smiles against my lips. “Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?” he asks.
My hands come up to wrap around his neck, pressing myself against him in answer. He pulls me closer. Our bodies align, the silk of my dress rasping against the fine cotton of his shirt as he pushes me up against the wall again—steadying me, the better to kiss me, to invade me.
I let out a moan. It doesn't sound like the whimpers of pleasure my character made. It is the satisfaction of a predator’s hunger easing, not the relief of a victim’s fear receding.
His hand finds my zipper and traces it down my back, loosening the dress’s hold on my body, spilling me out against him.
My fingers find the button at his throat.
The dress slips between us, falling to my waist; his thumbs push it over my hips, following to cup my ass, pulling me up. Free now of the dress, my legs come around his waist, and I'm pressed even harder against the wall.Oh yes.
His hands are not disappointing me.
Soon there will be no me. Only sensation.
I give myself over to the experience, to the realness. I force my mind to stay here, in my body, where all the pleasure is sizzling, where all the excitement is brewing, where all the anticipation is boiling.
His shirt comes off, and then we are bare skin to bare skin…again. But this time for real.
Julian pulls me forward, and our lips break as he begins to carry me through the suite. His is the same as mine; he knows the layout and strides to the bedroom.
I dip my mouth to his neck, running my tongue along his jaw.God, he's gorgeous.
My hands rub over his shoulders, exploring the hard, defined muscle. It sends chills of anticipation racing over me, through me.
Why did I wait so long to do this?Don’t think about the reasons.
He lays me down on the bed, crawling over me, his eyes intent, genuine…a sweetness behind the hunger. He does not want to hurt me.Just devour me.
Exposing my throat again, I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him forward, forcing him close. Begging with my body for him to take away the thinking, the worrying, the faking—to leave me nothing but physical sensation and satisfied need.
His hands run over my naked flesh, finding the cup of my strapless bra and pulling me free. His mouth finds me, and I gasp in pleasure even as my fingers desperately reach for his waistband.
I need all of him.
He growls, a sound so sexy that it vibrates right through me, and I moan again.
The button gives, and I use my feet to peel the pants down to his knees. He kicks a few times, and they are gone. He rises up for a moment to pull his shirt off his arms. I chew on my fingernail as I watch him.
Julian grins at seeing me staring at his chest. "You're gorgeous," I say.
"You're the gorgeous one." He leans back down. "And not just here," he says, placing a quick peck on my lips. "But here too." He places a slow, steady kiss on my forehead.
Crap, he really likes me.
My heart pounds harder.
Or he's a great actor.
Could we ever truly trust each other?
He brings his lips back to mine, and I close my eyes, slipping deeper into him, into his smell, focusing on everywhere we touch. Focusing all of me onus, so as to escapeme…the woman who dropped a poison pill into a stranger’s drink and then danced with him as he died.
Chapter Nine
