The Allure of Julian Lefray (The Allure #1)(67)

She reached behind her to the zipper of her dress and I stepped up and gripped her hand to stop her. I wanted to take it off her. The midnight blue fabric was the last defense between us. Her breasts pressed against me with every inhalation, and she waited there with bated breath for me to release the dress and let it fall to the ground. I wrapped one hand up around her neck, at the base of her skull. I used the leverage to tilt her head back and then I stared straight into her eyes, watching for any last scrap of insecurity.

“Will you be honest about how badly you want me right now or do I need to slide my hand between your legs to get the truth?”

A rose blush bloomed from her chest, up over her cheeks.

She wrapped her left leg around me and the slit in her dress pulled open just like it had in the elevator.

I let my hand run from the inside of her knee, up over the smooth skin of her inner thigh. Her breath picked up as I skimmed higher, up to where her thong should have been. I watched her features as I slipped my finger between her thighs. She was completely lost to the moment. Her eyes rolled closed and she bit down on her bottom lip. I pressed a finger into her, watching her cheeks flush with color, and then I contemplated taking her right there, up against the door of my hotel room.

I slid another finger inside her and moaned at how amazing it felt to finally feel all of her. I could have stayed right there all night, teasing her with my fingers, but I wanted our first time to be different. I wanted her to remember it as the best sex she’d ever had.

I pulled back and unwrapped her leg from around my waist. She opened her eyes and glared at me, surprised by my quick departure.

“Uh, you’ll have to try a little harder than that. I wasn’t even close.”

I laughed and stepped back.

“Take the dress off, Jo.”

She propped her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes. “I’ve already done everything for you. This is the only thing you have to take off.”

“Your bra?” I asked.

She smirked. “I’m not wearing one.”

I ignored the shot of adrenaline that accompanied that confession.

“What about your shoes?” I asked. They were laced up like gladiator sandals and looked like they’d take an hour just to untie.

“I assumed you’d ask me to leave them on or something.”

I smiled, but didn’t confirm her suspicions. “I have a feeling this will be a little rough and I don’t exactly want scars on my back from those heels.”

Her smirk widened. “Oh, you’re going to be rough?”

I shook my head at her incessant questioning. “Jo, lay down on the bed.”

She looked back at the king-size hotel bed, perfectly coifed by the afternoon maid.

“But my dress is still on.”

I dragged my hand through my hair and kicked off my shoes. “Then take it off.”

“Bossy, boss man.”

I stepped forward and reached behind her for the zipper on her dress.

“They sewed me into it,” she said, lifting up on her tip toes to kiss the edge of my jaw. “You’ll have to—”

Her words were drowned out by the sound of fabric ripping.

“Julian!”

“I’ll pay to get it fixed,” I assured her before she could throw a hissy fit.

Her green eyes locked on mine with a flare of attitude and then she reached for the collar of my shirt. She clenched her fists and pulled as hard as she could. The first button on my shirt flew across the room, but none of the others even budged.

“That was far less dramatic than I thought it would be,” she laughed.

Her dress slipped down as she laughed, exposing a few more inches of supple skin. I gripped the dress at her hips and pulled the material down even more, all the while thanking the bra gods for their absence.

She worked on the buttons of my shirt while I ran my hands over her chest, down her flat stomach. My eyes raked over her skin, following the trail of my hands. I hardly noticed when she slid my shirt over my shoulders, but as soon as it was gone, I pushed her back toward the edge of the bed and climbed up on top of her.

Her hair fanned out around her head. Her lips parted and her chest rose and fell in quick successions. The longer I looked, the longer I cupped her curves, the rosier her skin became beneath my touch. I smoothed my hand down the curve of her hip, down between her legs. She arched her back and dug her nails into the backs of my arms.

“Julian,” she moaned.

I nudged her legs apart with my knee and watched her green eyes squeeze shut.

“Are you nervous?” I asked, curious about her reaction.

She scrunched the bed sheets in her hand, opened her eyes, and stared up at the ceiling.

“A little bit. It’s just been a while and the last time I did this, it was dark and I was a little drunk and he definitely didn’t touch me the way you’re touching me.”

I smiled and scanned down her body, watching my finger slip higher up her inner thigh.

“Like this?” I asked.

She squirmed beneath my touch and kept a tight hold on the sheets. “I’m about to spontaneously combust if you don’t…”

I smirked. “Do what?”

She pushed up onto her elbows and her gaze flitted back and forth between my eyes.

“Julian Lefray, please put me out of my misery. Do you realize how long I’ve waited for this?”