Page 58 of Waiting For Ever
We all plop onto the rocky bank, backs splayed on the warm flat shale to dry off. The sun bakes the droplets on our skin dry within moments.
“Guys, it’s going to be an epic summer.” And for the first time in my life, I don’t mean because of all the books I’ll get to read.
“Epic, indeed,” Julian says under his breath as he rolls himself half on top of me and plants a kiss on my sun-heated lips.
I reach up to pull on his neck, binding his lips harder to mine, tilting my head to deepen the kiss.
His tongue meets mine stroke for stroke.
“Get a room,” Lilly groans, arm flung over her eyes to shield them from the sun as much as our PDA.
“We did,” Julian retorts in an undertone between kisses.
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Ifinish making the bed in the master suite and check the display on my phone. Julian would be back any time now from his latest trip down south. Allie insisted we make the place our home, starting with taking the master. She said either of the guest rooms would be perfect for her when she flies home between stints in L.A. Part of me wonders if she’ll soon be moving there to live with Ashley full time. In my whole life, I’ve never seen Allie in a relationship or even date a man. It’s special to see how well they complement each other. I guess it’s true what they say: When you’re in love, you want the whole world to be too.
Julian leans on the doorway watching as I straighten and fluff pillows. “The bed looks so neat. I almost hate to mess it up.”
I jump at the sound of his voice. Then my stomach flips and my heart races. He’s home. “You wouldn’t,” I challenge.
He moves toward me, his gait unhurried. “Of course not. If you don’t want me to.” He closes in without touching me. “Don’t want me to?”
I feel his breath on my lips, my cheek, my ear, trailing down my neck. His lips inches from skin but never making contact. He sinks to his knees before me, and I collapse back onto the edge of the bed. My legs refuse to support me when his breath hits my navel. “I, uh, yeah.” I run my fingers through the buzzed hair at his nape and pull him to me.
His lips rest on my lower stomach just above the waistline of my cotton shorts.
At the contact, my head falls back, and my lids flutter closed.
“Yeah, don’t?” He teases, placing small kisses around my navel. His finger traces inside the waistband of my shorts.
“Ung, nooo. I . . . mmmean . . . mmm.” The throbbing in my groin clenches my thigh muscles. I want to pinch my knees together, but he’s filling the space between my legs. I squeeze his frame instead, clamping him to me.
His hands clasp under my knees and scoot my ass to the edge of the bed. His finger trails from the waistband to the leg hem of my shorts, pulling them to the side, then he places a soft kiss over my panties at my center and rises from his knees, leaning over me and pressing me back onto the mattress. As he hovers on top of me, somewhat on his side, he draws my panties aside and glides his finger softly along my opening and deep into me.
I clench my knees together then, unable to bear the intensity.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs and plants tiny kisses on my lips between each word.
“I told you I missed you.” My response is breathy and rewarded with another finger.
The kiss that follows is deeper and leaves me panting. His fingers build tension until I’m lifting myself off the bed, inviting more. I reach for his wrist, trying to control the intensity, but his thumb and fingers know my body too well now.
“Easy, Ever. I got you. I missed you so much. Too much. Come for me?” He says it like a question. But he knows the answer. Between his words and his hands, he knows how to make my body do exactly what he wants. His finger crooks and hits the spot that rips a cry from my throat and contracts my muscles around his fingers.
The force of my orgasm squeezes my lids shut. I feel the tear run sideways down my cheek into my hairline. His hand freezes until the wavessubside. With my lips still parted on heaving breaths, I open my eyes and find his pools of blue, dark with desire, watching me.
“Hi, sweet girl.”
“Hi, boyfriend.”
He leans his face toward my ear. “I love you, Everly Davis. I missed you so much.”
Another tear runs down my face sideways. Then another. “You already said that.” I try for levity as another tear tracks into my hair.
“Baby, don’t cry.” He kisses each tear.
“It’s okay. They’re happy tears.” I smile to make my point. “I love you too, Julian McKay.”
