Fauxmance (Showmance #2)(95)

Damon spoke then. “Why shouldn’t she? Rose says she’s never seen you like this over a woman. If what you have with Ellen is a once in a lifetime thing, then I don’t think you can do anything else but tell her that.”

“I have told her.”

“Did you though? Sometimes you speak in riddles. Did you actually tell her you love her?”

Julian huffed a breath. “Not in so many words.”

“Then tell her.”

Before I could hear what Julian said next, I was up from my seat. I left my things behind, my phone and handbag, too determined to get to him. When I reached the set, I was completely breathless. Julian and Damon looked up as I braced myself against the fake door frame.

Julian’s brows drew together as he stood. “Ellen, is everything all right?”

I shook my head. “No, it isn’t.”

I didn’t give him time to reply. Instead I ran to him, threw my arms around his neck and planted my lips on his. I felt his shock in his sharp intake of breath. I kissed him with such force, with everything I had inside me. At first, he kissed me softly, unsure, but as the initial shock faded, his body responded. His arms came around my waist, tightening, and my spine arched instinctively, my breasts pushing against him.

He let out a groan, his tongue sliding along my tongue. We only broke apart when Damon cleared his throat.

“Uh, I’ll give you both a moment.”

Damon left, and Julian pressed his forehead to mine, his breathing choppy. “What was that for?”

I bit my lip, a wave of shyness hitting me. That kiss was one of the most forward, brave moves I’d ever made. My gaze went to the cameras. “One of the cameramen left the monitors on.”

He stared at me a moment, putting two and two together, before his lips curved into a sinful smile. “Well, aren’t you sneaky.”

“I heard what you said,” I blurted.

Julian tilted his head, eyes flickering between mine. “How much did you hear?”

I swallowed the thick lump that had formed in my throat. “All the most important bits.”

“Such as?” he prodded.

My voice lowered to a whisper. “That you love me.”

He exhaled, looking at me like he was taking all of me in. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingertips warm on my skin. “I have loved you for quite some time, Ellen.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I feared you might not say it back. I feared the consequences of loving someone when my entire life I’ve avoided it.”

His words swept me up, like a tidal wave.

A moment passed. I was too shell-shocked to speak. Julian massaged the back of my neck, like it was a natural instinct to touch me, soothe me. His voice was gentle, cajoling. “And now it seems my fears are coming true.”

“What? No! I love you. I love you, too,” I babbled.

Julian’s chuckle was full of affection. “I do believe your kiss told me that just a moment ago.”

I tried to focus on breathing. “The kiss, right. The kiss.”

His eyes were tender now. “Is there anything else you’d like to tell me?”

I bobbed my head foolishly. “Yes, that I want to be with you.”

“Be with me, then,” he purred and caught my lips in a kiss. This one was slower, more intentionally seductive than the last. Julian drank me in, his tongue circling mine. My brain was a scramble of lust and heat when he captured all my hair in his hand and pushed it aside so that he could lick and suck at my neck.

“Come with me,” he said, taking my hand and dragging me behind the set, where there were no cameras lurking. Quick as a flash he pushed me up against the wall and kissed me like it had been a thousand years instead of a few months.

I moaned when he pressed his erection against my belly. His movements became frenzied, his need for me evident in his desperation to get as close as possible. One hand moulded my breast over my top, while the other reached down to slide beneath my skirt. He fingered the lace of my underwear softly before he pushed past the barrier and stroked my aching clit.

I gasped into the kiss, hands pawing open his shirt, so I could feel his skin. I needed him now more than ever. Anyone could come along, but I was lost in the moment, too far gone to care. Overcome with the need to see him come apart, I grabbed both his hands, stopping them in their exploration. I turned us so that he was the one with his back to the wall, then lowered to my knees.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a really long time,” I whispered, hands shaking as I reached for his fly.

His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he gazed down at me, murmuring a raspy, “Ellen.”

I pulled his cock from his pants, maintaining eye contact as I pressed my lips to his tip. In all the research I’d done about blow jobs, one thing seemed to be key; eye contact was a big turn on. It seemed to work when Julian swore under his breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He reached down to stroke my cheek and I took him into my mouth.

“Jesus,” he growled quietly, his head falling back against the wall.

I licked his tip, then swirled my tongue around the head. This made his eyes roll back and a series of swearwords fell from his mouth. I loved watching him, adored the reactions I could elicit.

When I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could, he undulated. I moved my mouth up and down, building up a rhythm, enjoying the noises that came from him. They were unlike his usual noises during sex, somehow more strained and needful. He reached down again and stroked my hair away from my face, his fingers caressing my cheek and jaw.