Page 11 of Fame And Secrets
His breath fanned against my face as he tightened his grip on my cheeks. Familiar lips skimmed against mine as the heat of his skin melted the protective layer of ice I’d built.
“I love you.” His lips crushed me. The feeling of his hand weaving through my hair and his mouth fusing against mine made me weightless. Instinctively, my arms wrapped around his neck as my fingers brushed over his hairline, eliciting a low moan from his throat.
I should’ve stood my ground, but all I wanted to do was slide underneath him. He continued his assault, alternating between soft, gentle touches and frantic plunders. In between each one, his melodic, gravelly words washed over me.
“Missed you. Need you…” Given another minute, I’d welcome him back into my bed—even in a hospital, so I pulled away. He slumped his forehead against my chin. “Princess, what’s this about anxiety and contractions?”
“That’s what I was trying to tell you. After seeing the broadcast, I had an anxiety attack. This one snuck up on me, and I couldn’t control it.” I shivered, remembering the panic that hit after hearing the details of the murder. “It triggered some sort of false labor, I guess.” He sucked in a breath and winced. “Luckily, Faith showed up.”
“Yeah, about that…”
I glanced up. “You know too?”
“About those two? Crazy, huh?”
I ignored his comment. “They won’t admit it.”
Julian rolled his eyes and tilted his chin toward the door where they stood outside. “Friends, my ass.”
I shrugged and snuggled into him. “Let them have their pretend secret. I’m not condoning what Faith’s doing, but from what I hear, her husband’s a colossal asshole who sticks his dick in anything with a hole.”
“My fiancée is so demure,” he joked.
“You know damn well I’ve never been demure a day in my life.”
“I refuse to comment on the grounds that I don’t know the current coordinates of your stun gun, and I value my nuts.”
“Your nuts are safe. Our kid needs a sibling someday,” I assured him with a grin. We both laughed at my determination to carry a concealed stun gun in my possession, state laws be damned.
He nodded toward the monitor. “Is that sound the baby?”
I rested my hand on his arm as I listened to the soft swooshing sound. “Yes. The baby’s fine. I need to take it easy. I know I promise a lot of things I don’t do, but I promise you, Julian—I’ll protect this baby.”
He brushed his lips across mine again as the ghost dimple I adored sank deep into his cheek. “And I promise I’ll protect you. Now, I need to talk to the doctors so we can get you out of here.”
“Julian, I’ve told you everything already.” I furrowed my brow in confusion.
He grinned and bounced off the bed. “Yeah? Not everything. We’ve got hardcore making up to do. I have to verify with the powers that be you’re up for it.”
“Pig!” I screamed as he slammed the door. My smile quickly faded. We’d just made up, yet there’d soon be another fight.
As soon as Julian headed into the studio, I was headed to Griffith Park.