Page 163 of Merciless
“You’re insufferable.”
I glance up just in time to see his eyes darken. “Not the first time I’ve heard that, Dove.”
My lips part to question him, but he sees it coming. Swiping the bag and its contents to the floor, he wraps his hand around my throat and forces me back.
“Julian,” I gasp a second before his lips descend on mine.
He licks deep into my mouth, the sweetness on his tongue mixing with mine.
A deep moan of desire rumbles in his chest as he settles between my spread thighs, the kiss getting wetter and filthier by the second.
I should care that he’s come here from seeing my husband. Hell, I do care. I really fucking care. But I also can’t stop.
When he touches me, kisses me, it’s like the world tilts on its axis.
I’ve only ever experienced it once before. Only this time, it doesn’t end before it’s even started. This time, I get to indulge.
Sparking the lighter, I bring the flame to the candle and watch the small amount of wax melt away from the wick.
My wish didn’t come true on my birthday. I might have been proposed to and soon after listened to the man I love say his vows and promise himself to me. He might have given himself to me, but not all of him, and it’s killing me.
Happy with the flame, I look down at the tiny fire-engine red bikini I’m wearing. And after ensuring the girls are as good as they can be, I lift the plate and carry it outside.
“Happy birthday,” I sing as I emerge, finding him exactly where I expected, under the shade and relaxing back on our outdoor couch in a fitted t-shirt and shorts.
He sits up and lifts his Ray-Bans, placing them on the top of his head so he can focus on me.
For the briefest of moments, his eyes drop to my body.
Good. They should. I ordered this bikini with one intention in mind. Gaining his interest and shattering his resolve.
I hoped that he might have gotten over whatever has been holding him back on our wedding day. I knew he was going to have to kiss me to seal the deal, and I was praying for something porn worthy. But it didn’t happen. He kissed me but it was something like a grandparent would give their grandchild. Not that I have any experience with that, but I’ve seen things on TV.
But today. Today, I’m going to do it and give him a birthday present he’ll never forget.
“I told you not to do anything.”
“And I ignored you.”
“Doesn’t sound like you,” he teases.
Poking my tongue out, I drop down beside him and hold the cake between us so he can blow out the candle.
Our eyes hold for a few seconds before he leans forward and purses his lips. I’m pretty sure time and my heart stop in those few moments.
“Don’t forget to make a wish,” I force out.
He looks down at the candle and then up at me again.
My heart jumps into my throat and my hands tremble.
I want him. I want him so bad that I’m pretty sure my bikini bottoms are ruined.
He’s been nothing but the perfect gentleman since he saved my life, and gave his to protect me. And as much as I appreciated that at the beginning. I need more now. So much more.
The warmth of his breath rushes over my breasts as he blows, making my nipples pebble and obviously press against the thin fabric that is barely containing them.
He moves, sliding the plate onto the coffee table and I jump before I talk myself out of it.