Page 62 of The Husband Diet
‘I’m not… turning you off, am I?’
‘See for yourself,’ he said gruffly, taking my hand, guiding it toward… Oh! goodness. From what I could see, it was sails ahoy.
‘I did this to you?’
‘You did this to me,’ he murmured against my mouth. ‘You always do and I want you so badly,’ he whispered as his mouth left mine to travel down to my shirt buttons and began tugging on them.
I willed him to hurry before my mind figured out what he was about to do.
Ira had never understood or cared to learn my most sensitive spots. I loved my throat to be kissed and nuzzled and nibbled. I loved it as much as I loved everything else, and I was enjoying every moment.
Julian came closer – so close I could see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes. He smelled of soap and I don’t know what else, but I knew in an instant that I’d recognize his body in the dark among millions of people. That scent was like a secret code I responded to, like when you touched a live wire or something, only delicious.
His hand rested on the back of my head, almost timidly, watching my face as his mouth descended on my lips, caressing them tentatively as if asking me a silent question. And when I wrapped my arms around his neck and slipped my fingers into his dark hair, something inside me exploded, and I had to hang on if I didn’t want to reel off into space. For real.
His mouth was teasing and his kiss made me shoot skyward, higher and higher like in those Mills and Boon romances I’d binged on as a girl, breaking away from the Earth’s pull of gravity. I was light, ultralight, and giddy. There wasn’t enough oxygen going to my brain. I never remembered kisses being likethat! I never knew that lip-on-lip contact could make me so hot for a guy.
Usually, it took me a long time to get carbureting, but Julian’s lips were like magic. All they had to do was touch my skin and boom – I was on fire. How the hell had I managed to live without this sensation for so long?
I gasped, coming up for air, my hands still clasping his neck. Whoa. Wow.
‘Hello,’ he whispered, his voice so deep it made my skin tingle.
‘Fancy bumping into you,’ I whispered playfully, by now a complete goner.
I imagined that if I’d traveled the world and cherry-picked the best qualities of the best human male specimens and put them all together, I still wouldn’t have someone like Julian. He was kind, patient, loyal. He was everything Ira had never been and could never be in a million years. Helpful, optimistic, creative, passionate. And one hell of a kisser.
The next few steps, which would have involved stripping and lying next to him, were a little trickier. No matter how good he made me feel, I’d seen the Google images of the beautiful women on his arm at parties and stuff. I wasn’t blind. Soon, he’d tire of the messy, screwball of an odd housewife who had held a challenge for him. But for now, I couldn’t help but enjoy what he was doing to me.
And the minute he saw me naked? you might ask.
He didn’t run but groaned ‘Come here, you.’
No frozen smiles, no eyes bulging out of his head for the shock of seeing a less-than-perfect body, no nervous swallowing, wondering how he was going to approach the mountain of my body. Just his hands running all over me, caressing me, driving me crazy.
And when he moved to lift me on top of him, I cringed, but only for a split second.
‘You are so beautiful,’ he whispered as he easily lifted me up against his hard body.
He was beyond strong, beyond aroused.
Once I got over the shock of how easy it could be, I began to move as he caressed me, clutching at me and whispering how beautiful I was. I expected to wake any second alone in my bed at home, but here he was, underneath me, and I saw my whole life flash before me like when you die, only I’d skipped that part and gone directly to heaven.
*
I lay in his arms two orgasms later as he played with my hair.
‘Will you tell me what happened to upset you so much today?’ he asked gently.
I shrugged. Did he really need to know about Ira? ‘Ira and I are divorcing.’
‘I know. Are you OK with that?’
I nodded. ‘It was time. There hadn’t been anything left between us for years. And yet we tried so hard, but it didn’t work out. And now Ira’s with the Stiletto Girl. I guess he’s finally got what he always wanted.’
‘What do you mean?’ Julian asked.
Again, I shrugged. ‘She sends him sexy text messages.’
