Love Beyond Words (City Lights, #1)(50)

“Wait, wait,” Natalie breathed, arching away.

“You don’t want me to?”

“It’s just, I’ve never…I mean, do you really want to?”

“God yes,” Julian replied. “I want to kiss you everywhere.”

She nodded. “Yes, okay. Yes.”

He tugged the silk off her hips and kissed her, lightly, a feather stroke, and even that was enough to make her dizzy. Natalie fell back against the wall as a surge of pleasure shot through her.

“If you don’t like it, I’ll stop…” he whispered, and kissed her again, using his tongue this time, and the very last thing Natalie wanted him to do was stop.

He was kneeling before her, almost reverently, his hands holding her from behind as his mouth delved into her, producing sensations she’d never imagined were possible. She arched her back against the wall as Julian brought her quickly to a climax that rocketed from between her legs and through her body, leaving her trembling.

“Oh my god,” she breathed, as he began working his way back up her body, trailing kisses over her stomach and then between her breasts. Her body wasn’t sated, but asking for more, and she could feel the tension in his, the want. He kissed her again, hard, driving her back against the wall and holding her there with his body.

“I need you now, Natalie,” he said. “Right now.”

“Yes, now,” she said over the thundering of her heart. “I want…I want you to f*ck me, Julian.”

She couldn’t believe that had come out of her mouth, but it was exactly what she meant. Her words spurred Julian like a whip. He attacked her bra; cool air swooped in until his mouth was there, then his hands. He mauled her breasts until she pushed him away enough to open his pants.

“Tell me what you’re going to do to me,” she breathed, her lips brushing his with every word. She slipped her hand inside his pants and squeezed the hard length of him. “Tell me,” she demanded, stroking him harder and pushing his slacks down to his knees.

He gripped her wrists in both hands and slammed them against the wall over her head. He filled her with his presence, captured her, so that all she could see and feel was him. “I’m going to f*ck you.”

His voice was low, feral, his accent exotic and sexy as hell. Natalie closed her eyes at the sudden flood of heat between her thighs that was already throbbing with pleasure. “Yes.”

He hooked her leg around his waist and impaled her, pinning her to the wall. She didn’t bother to keep from screaming out; impossible not to. She held on to him, her nails digging into his neck. “More,” she gasped. “Tell me more. Tell me in Spanish.”

“Te sientes tan bein,” he said, driving in to her fast and hard from the start. “Y mojado, oh Dios…”

“Yes…Julian…”

“Corre más amplio para mí ... así que puedo follarte.”

She didn’t know what he breathed so hotly into her ear but the implications were clear enough. She reached out, found the edge of the wall with one hand, the other gripped the back of his neck and held on for dear life as he thrust harder, over and over again. “I want… I want…”

“Que me quieres.”

You want me. She understood that, clear as day. “Yes, yes, god yes…”

He silenced her insensible words by crushing his mouth to hers. “No se habla mas. Voy a hacerte gritar…” he grunted. “Quiero oír tus gritos…”

Yes, perfect, Natalie thought. She clung to him, her back thumping against the wall with the force of his movements and gave herself up to the heavy, hot pressure building deep inside her. It didn’t even matter if she came again, she thought. She just wanted this. Him. But she did come, hard, a sudden rush of pleasure that wracked her, surged through her and across her, like a storm sweeping across an already turbulent lake, leaving it in ecstatic turmoil. She clung to him as he tensed, every muscle rigid with his own climax that filled her with sticky heat.

Neither moved but to breathe, forehead to forehead, sweat mingling. She slid down until both feet were on the floor.

“Natalie…” Julian gasped. He kissed her gently, softly, as if to make up for the roughness of their lovemaking. “Oh god…I definitely did not expect that.”

“I love you. I feel safe with you.” She smiled coyly, confidently. “It helps that you’re drop-dead gorgeous.”

He swept her into his arms.

She let out a little shriek of breathless laughter. “Where are you taking me?”

“The bedroom,” he said, his voice growing husky. “I don’t want this weekend to be over yet.”





Chapter TwentyThree


Monday morning came too soon.

He lay draped over her, naked, his head pillowed on her stomach as she stroked his hair absently.

“I have to go,” she told him eventually, sighing. “I have class and then work. I can’t afford to skip any more shifts.”

“You can…”

“No,” she said. “I can’t. I don’t want you to do that.”

“To do what? Help?” He moved to lie beside her, propped up on one elbow. “Natalie, I can make things very easy for you.”