Page 58 of Taboo

And then it hit her. She was going on and on about him visiting her like they were lovers of some sort. Like he was going to come to London to see her. Inwardly she rolled her eyes at herself. What an idiot. Yes, he kissed her—and it had left her all tingly—but this was just a friendship, one that would probably end when she returned to London. Ugh. Why did she make a fool out of herself in front of him all the time? It was mortifying.

They didn’t talk about much else on the way home. She concentrated on watching the shoreline and the setting sun, enjoying the Hawaiian music playing on the car stereo, and he concentrated on the road. By the time he was parking the car, the sun had completely set. She breathed a sigh of relief. She was so close to apologizing to him for assuming he would come to see her. Why would a man she had turned away want to see her?

He followed her into the house, and she tried to get her mind back on the present. She didn’t tell him to come see her and hadn’t exactly invited him. It was a casual comment. People said them every day. Why was she being so weird about this?

Oh, probably because she wanted him to come see her. She wanted it all, but there was no way she would have it. Alek wasn’t the kind of man who would follow a woman around, plus, he’d just returned to Hawaii.

They said nothing as they took their shoes off by the door—she loved this bit of Hawaiian tradition—and walked through the house. The sun was completely set, but she had left the light on in the kitchen. And one thing she did need was a drink. It was the only way she was going to keep her hands off him.

He trailed behind her and watched as she took the whiskey down from the cabinet.

“Do you want a drink?”

“No. I would rather talk about what’s bothering you.”

“What do you mean?” she asked as she grabbed a glass. She poured herself two fingers before she realized he hadn’t answered. She looked over at him and found him studying her. He seemed confused, his beautiful sensual mouth pulling down in a frown. Oh, god, she wanted to step forward and kiss that frown away, then do all kinds of delicious things to his body.

“What is going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

Julienne pulled her gaze from him and concentrated on the drink. Why did she do this to herself? The only way to save herself was to keep her head level. When she didn’t say anything, his frown deepened.

“Are you mad at me for kissing you?” Before she could answer, he continued on. “I won’t apologize for something I’ve been wanting to do every day since I’ve known you.”

She blinked.

“And right now, I want to carry you up the stairs and spend all night between your legs.”

“Alek,” she said, trying to get her body back under control. But her body was mounting a small revolt against her. It was a mutiny for sure because her nipples were hard, her heart was beating so fast, she was amazed she didn’t pass out, and she was clenching her thighs together. God, this man.

He shook his head. “I know what you said, but I can’t just let you go. I fall asleep thinking about all your soft curves and wake up reaching for you.”

Her head was spinning with his comments. He used it to his advantage. He stepped close and slipped his arm around her waist. The moment he touched her, she felt it. The rightness of the moment, that with his hands on her, she finally felt complete.

“Tell me I’m not alone in this.”

She smiled at his comment. “Oh, love, you might be bad for me, but I seriously can’t think of a reason not to spend this weekend shagging our brains out.”

The beat of silence stretched out as he searched her eyes. She had no idea what he was looking for, but it didn’t matter because in the next instant, he pulled her tighter against him. Then, he devoured her mouth. He didn’t even give her time to prepare for the kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, and she willingly accepted it, surrendering to the heat that now beat through her blood. His hands slipped down her back to cup her ass and she moaned against his tongue.

He tore his mouth away from hers. “Fuck, Jules.”

“Yes. I agree. Fuck Jules.”

He laughed out loud again, that booming sound she loved. He bent at the waist, then tossed her over his shoulder like she weighed lighter than a feather. He held her tight with one hand and palmed her arse with his free hand. All the while he strode across the living room, then up the stairs to the second floor. He didn’t even ask where to go, but all the rooms were open and the master she was now occupying was the only one with personal items in it.

He easily found it, then slipped her down his body until her feet touched the wood floor. Before she knew what he was doing, he went to the French doors that lead to the balcony just off the master bedroom and opened them. When he did, a rush of fresh night air filled the room and she sighed.

“God, I love the air here.”

He smiled, reaching behind him with one hand and tugging his top up and over his head. She sighed again, this time because of the male beauty before her. His muscles rippled as he moved. Bloody hell, the man had her dizzy with happiness at the thought of touching him again.

He stepped closer, his hands going to her hair, spearing his fingers through the curls. “I wanted to have the moon shining in while I eat that pretty pussy of yours.”

She shook her head and stepped back slightly until her legs came in contact with the ottoman. He frowned but she ignored his reaction and reached behind her to untie the halter top of her dress. As the fabric fell to the ground, he drew in a deep breath. It was dark, but she could see the way his eyes widened at her brazenness.

Power surged through her. She was taking control, and it made her feel sexy. Irresistible. He moved closer, his gaze concentrating on her breasts. He skimmed the back of his fingers over one nipple, then pinched it. She loved the mixture of pleasure and pain, and the way it shot straight to her clit. There was a part of her that wanted to give in, just let him take control, but she didn’t want to lose the feeling of being in control. It could all be an illusion, but she wanted to do him. She sat down on the ottoman, which brought her eye level with his groin and the growing bulge behind the zipper of his shorts. Julienne practically ripped her panties off before spreading her legs, then urging him closer.

After unbuttoning and unzipping the shorts, she tugged them and his knit boxers down his legs. Without hesitating, she wrapped her hand around his cock then pumped him, enjoying the way a little droplet of precum eased out of the slit. She leaned forward. Using the tip of her tongue, she pulled it into her mouth, the salty/sweet taste of his cum causing her clit to throb. God, this man. Even his cum tasted like heaven.

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