“Only you,” she moans, arching her back and pushing her hips to meet mine as I rock into her, staring down, mesmerized at the sight of my dick sliding in and out of her. Marking her. I drop wet kisses to her shoulder while I reach around and palmher breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers, and her breath quickens.
“It’s so good, Ash. Oh my god,” she gasps out.
I pull out and slam back inside her at the same time I pinch both her nipples. The hottest fucking sound I have ever heard comes from her chest, and suddenly it’s not enough to hear her sounds. I want to feel every single one of them. Wrapping an arm around her chest, I pull her up so we’re both kneeling on the bed, Julie’s back against my chest, her head against my shoulder, and her hot breath in my ear.
“I need you, Ash. I’ve never needed anyone, but I need you. Make me yours. Please. I’m yours.”
The pleading words and raw openness from this strong, fiercely independent, and often guarded woman are gasoline poured on the fire licking through my veins. My entire body ignites. I slide one hand up to grip her throat and move the other down to her clit, rubbing circles as I start to move inside her again. The sound she makes has my rock-hard cock hardening even more and my strokes speeding up, deepening, so she feels every inch of me inside her, and I feel every inch of her as she grips my dick. I fucking love it. I’m addicted to the way her pussy hugs my cock, like we were made to fit together. Two parts of a whole. Julie turns her head so our gazes meet, and what I see in her eyes has my heart thrashing in my chest.
“Kiss me, Ash.”
I crash my mouth to hers in a kiss that is hot and wet and completely fucking filthy. My tongue slides against hers while I press harder against her clit, loving how she gasps into my mouth while our bodies move together. She reaches up, locking an arm around my neck, pressing us together even closer before rasping “Harder, Ash” into my ear.
“Anything, Juliette,” I grit out, before pulling out and slamming back into her, over and over again, tightening my handaround her neck and sliding her clit between two fingers, strumming it in time with my thrusts.
Her breath quickens, and I feel her walls start to flutter around me. Electricity zips up my spine and I know I won’t be able to hold on much longer, but I’ll be goddamned if she doesn’t come again before I do. I am all pleasure and sensation and wide-open heart, so when I open my mouth, the words tumble out in a stream of feelings and emotion that I have no way to control and wouldn’t even if I could. Julie Parker owns me, mind, body, and soul. It’s enormous and wild and absolutely inevitable.
“I love you. My hearts beats for you. I fuckingbreathefor you. Come for me, Juliette. You’re mine. Come for me and take me with you. Make me yours.”
“I love you, Ash. I’m yours. You’ll always be mine.”
Her words burrow right into my soul and have me immediately, desperately, on the edge. I angle my hips, so I hit her g-spot when I thrust back in and pinch her clit at the same time. She explodes around me, screaming my name and clenching around my dick so tightly it only takes two more thrusts before pleasure takes over my body and my vision blurs around the edges. I come harder than I have ever come in my life, groaning into her neck and spilling inside her as my hips jerk against hers before slowing, rolling gently as we both come down.
When the pleasure ebbs, we collapse down onto the bed. I reach out and pull Julie to me, her back to my front, wrapping both arms around her, needing to keep her close, feeling emotionally wrung out by what just happened. She must feel the same because she presses closer, wrapping both her arms around mine and snuggling deeper into me.
“So, that was…” her voice is a little shaky, and it trails off before she finishes her sentence.
I press a kiss to her shoulder, her neck, andfinally to the side of her head, tightening my arms around her. “I know, baby. For me too.”
“I know you know this, but I feel like I have to say it again. It’s never been like this for me. Never. You make me feel…everything.”
My chest tightens with emotion at her vulnerability. It will never not feel like a gift when she opens herself up to me. “It’s never been like this for me either. You make me feel everything too.”
“I love you,” she whispers. “So, so much.”
I rest my forehead against her shoulder, breathing her in, feeling my heartrate calm. “I love you too, Juliette.”
Her breathing starts to slow, and I know she’s close to sleep. I reach down and drag the comforter over both of us then tangle us back together, laying one of my legs over hers. With my arms securely around her, and our bodies as close as they can be, I follow her into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Chapter Forty
Asher
Iknow I’m alone in bed before I even open my eyes. After weeks of waking up wrapped around a soft body, it’s Julie’s absence that rouses me. I roll over and peer at the bathroom, but it’s empty and dark. Then I hear it. Her murmured voice, the clanging of a pan, the refrigerator door opening and closing. I smile into the dim morning light, enjoying the sounds of her moving around my house. It sounds like home.
Pushing myself out of bed, I stretch and wince at the ache in my shoulder. The stab of pain is a cattle prod to my brain, and I immediately remember what today is. My appointment with the team doctor. Almost certainly an MRI of my shoulder. The day all the unknowns become known. Or at least less unknown. The day that will, almost certainly, determine the future of my career. Or possibly the end of it. After last night, I thought I was prepared, but the anxiety churning in my gut tells me that I was wrong.
Needing to not be alone with my thoughts, I use thebathroom and brush my teeth before pulling on a pair of joggers and heading downstairs to see what my girl is up to. When I get to the kitchen, she’s standing at the stove with her back to me, a spatula in one hand and a dish towel in the other, a pan full of vegetables sitting on the unlit stove. Her phone is pressed between her ear and her shoulder, and one of my t-shirts skims her thighs. The sight of her in my kitchen, wearing my clothes and doing…whatever it is she’s doing with the vegetables that look like someone took a hatchet to them chases away my morning angst and has warmth spreading right through me.
“Wait, how long do these vegetables need to cook before I pour in the eggs?” She pauses, listening to whoever is on the other end of the phone.
“Fuck off, Ben.Until they’re doneisn’t helpful. Give it to me in minutes. You know I don’t work well in abstractions.” I snicker and walk to her, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind and bending to kiss her neck. She relaxes back into me at the same time she lets out an exasperated sigh.
“Well, I would like to thank you for being absolutely no help at all. Don’t come to me the next time you need help figuring out a contract for the bar. Your days of free legal advice are over.” She hits the screen to end the call and tosses the phone onto the counter before turning around in my arms. With her hair piled up on her head and her face scrubbed clean, she looks so damn cute that I lean in and kiss her nose.
“Whatcha doing, Juliette?”
She looks a little embarrassed. “Trying to make breakfast.”
