Page 53 of Unpredictable
I took a deep breath, plagued by conflicting thoughts. I wanted her. I wanted to heal her, to save her from any pain. But I couldn’t. And I’d never settle for being a consolation prize.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said, repeating my words from the night before. But this time, I meant them. I wouldn’t sleep with her until she was ready, until I knew her heart belonged to me.
I shook my head, taken aback by the idea that I wanted her heart. But the more I thought about it, I realized it was true. I didn’t want just her body; I wanted everything. This weekend—last night—had clarified my feelings for Juliana. This was definitely more than a fling, and I was coming to realize just how much she already owned my heart.
“Because you’re my client?”
I chuckled, turning to face her. It was a mistake. I was weak in the face of this woman. “No. Because being here—with you—and not being able to touch you, to have you, the way I want is torture.”
She blinked owlishly up at me, and I would’ve laughed if it weren’t taking everything in me not to join her in bed. Not to strip her naked and make her scream my name.
“And I don’t think you’re ready for that,” I said.
She tilted her head to the side, an innocent expression on her face. Her skin was devoid of makeup, and she was hands down the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen.
“What?” she asked.
“You’re beautiful,” I blurted. I was tired of fighting my feelings for this woman.
The corner of her mouth lifted. She parted her lips to say something, but I placed a finger to them, silencing her.
“Don’t.” I shook my head. “I don’t want to be someone you use to run away. I want to be the man you run to. Do you understand?”
She nodded, and though I should’ve lowered my hand, I caressed her bottom lip with my thumb. She opened her mouth, inviting me inside. She sucked my digit between her lips, and I was entranced by the way she made it disappear. Her mouth was warm and wet, enveloping my skin and making my head spin.
“Juliana,” I growled in warning. “What are you doing to me?”
She swirled her tongue around my thumb, just like I wanted her to do to my cock. Any remaining blood in my head rushed to my groin.
“Fuck,” I groaned then shook my head. No, not fuck. We needed to talk.
“Harrison.” Her eyes were dark, liquid need. She pushed up on her knees. “I’m ready.”
Her words gave me hope.
“And I’m finally doing what you asked.” She reached for the hem of her camisole, pulling it over her head. “I’m letting go.” She dropped it on the floor before shimmying out of the matching shorts.
My brain short-circuited as I drank in her naked form. She was just as stunning as I remembered, and I couldn’t stop myself from scanning her head to toe. The dusky, pert nipples, the curve of her hips, that thatch of hair at the juncture of her thighs. And those legs—damn.
“Fuck me.” I bit my fist, my eyes glued to her luscious tits, begging me to touch them.
I was used to being in control. But right now, this woman was stripping me of all my power.
She grinned as if she knew what she was doing to me. My cock strained against my boxer briefs, aching for release. This was such a bad idea. This was…Ah. Fuck it.I stripped out of my boxers, grabbing Juliana and tossing her on the bed. She claimed she was ready. Who was I to disagree?
“Hi.” She giggled, peering up at me. Some of her earlier bravado seemed to have faded, and I found her sudden shyness incredibly endearing.
“Hi.” I hovered over her, electricity arcing between our naked bodies. Until my dick jerked, pressing between her legs, seeking entrance.
“Harrison,” she rasped, arching her back so her hips met mine. No turning back now.
“Yes…” I swiveled my hips, taunting us both.
“What are you waiting for?”
I ground against her, dry humping her like a horny teenager. But that’s how she made me feel—insatiable. She closed her eyes on a sigh, and I froze.
“Don’t stop.” She pouted, finally opening her eyes, blinking those bright baby blues up at me. “Why’d you stop?”
