rough breathing and feeling his control slip away, knowing he could find solace in her body and in their lovemaking. It took her to new heights, made her believe that what they had wasn’t so easily found.
He thrust deep inside again, stretched her sensitive skin. His devious hand went to work on her clit, making her crazy with the erotic build. Every time he pushed inside of her, he pressed on her clit, and every withdrawal had him circling that sensitive spot until she almost screamed.
Julie turned her head, needing his mouth on hers as he stroked into her over and over. She grabbed his head, but he was already there. His mouth slanted over hers roughly, taking what he wanted, what she wanted to give him, in a blind fury. She wanted to make everything all right. Wanted him to know she was there for him now and for as long as he needed. Maybe if she loved him enough this minute, he’d confide in her later.
His other hand snuck under her so he had her pinned against him. One hand still worked her clit and the other cupped her breast, squeezing, rolling her nipple, driving her absolutely insane. He never stopped moving, stroking inside her and pulling out only to push back in harder, deeper, hitting her in the exact right spot every time until she couldn’t think. Sweat slicked her skin until she burned hot for him everywhere. She hovered right there, right on the edge, skating that line between heaven on earth and heaven itself.
“So. Fucking. Perfect.” He barely got the words out between kisses, but it was all Julie needed to go over the edge. A sound emerged from her throat, a cross between a cry and howl. Her muscles clenched, quaked, as a wave swelled over her. Troy took that scream into his mouth as he kissed her hard, his hips bucking against her over and over as his orgasm exploded inside of her.
When every last wave shuddered through both of them, Troy loosened his grip, but kept her wrapped in his arms. Breathing hard, Julie collapsed on the pillow, her neck sore from turning to kiss him. But she smiled because it was the kind of sore she liked, something born out of absolute gratification on every level.
Troy pulled out of her slowly and they both sucked in air at the separation. Maybe she should clean up, but being in his arms felt too good. Too right. She wanted to stay with this man for as long as she possibly could. Not one thing could’ve made this moment better. Not one.
Chapter Twenty-One
Sunlight streamed through the window and woke Julie. Still wrapped in Troy’s arms, she breathed in his scent and the sex that lingered on the sheets. She stretched and snuck out of bed to brush her teeth and run a brush through her hair. Just because he’d seen her at her worst in the hospital and on the road during the trip here didn’t mean she liked it. After a quick freshen up, she tiptoed into the kitchen and made coffee for Troy and tea for herself. Then she grabbed the doughnuts they’d bought yesterday and took everything to the bedroom.
Troy stirred under the sheets and after setting everything down on the night table, Julie pounced on him. Literally. She felt the immediate twinge in her thigh and didn’t care.
He grunted and laughed as his hands slid around her waist.
All she wanted to do was lighten his mood. There was nothing she loved more than making this man laugh. Although ogling his muscled chest ran a close second.
Straddling him, she sat back gingerly on his thighs. “I brought you breakfast in bed because I’m a rockin’ hot chick in more ways than one.”
His hands skimmed beneath her T-shirt, which happened to belong to him. She loved his devilishly arched eyebrow when he noticed that she hadn’t managed to put on the underwear he’d stripped off her early this morning, and his eyes darkened and sparked at the same time. It made for one hell of a sexy look.
First order of business. “Breakfast,” she said, reaching for the doughnuts. She had to stretch over him, and he snagged and sucked on her nipple through the T-shirt. Julie gasped and squealed. “Hey, no fair. That’s cheating.”
“Not my fault,” he muttered when she pulled away. “You said breakfast, then presented one of my favorite meals.”
“You’re such a sweet-talker.” She grinned as she pinched off a