her through the toughest parts of her life and nothing had scared him off. He didn’t react to her in any way she was used to and now, as he rolled her over and nibbled her earlobe, as his big, warm hand eased down her stomach and ended between her thighs, she couldn’t think about anything but the way he made her feel. Maybe that was it. Because he treated her differently, she felt different around him. He made her feel special by letting her just be herself. She didn’t have to be the movie star, didn’t always have to be “on” or looking great every minute of the day. He’d seen her at her worst—multiple times—and liked her anyway.
The pressure of his warm palm on her mound made her moan and push into his hand.
“Like that, do you?” His question rumbled into her ear and a shiver raced through her. He slid two fingers deep inside her and another sound of need purred in her throat. His lips skated across her skin, down to her chest where he swirled his tongue around her hard nipple over and over until by the time he sucked it into his mouth, she was arching off the bed. His fingers still penetrated her, pushed inside her over and over, driving her closer to sweet release.
She could’ve come just from his mouth at her breast and his fingers pumping inside her, but Troy slid his lips farther down until his mouth replaced his fingers, and Julie lost complete thought. Blood rushed through her veins and the pounding in her head built to an all-time high. Troy alternately sucked, licked and lashed. He drove her crazy with intense need, overwhelming desire. She rode that sweet edge, the cusp of absolute heaven. Every new touch brought her an increment closer. She loved that wondrous spot, the point of no return. The seconds of bliss before the bliss. She pushed up against him, ready to take the final fall, ready to drown in repletion. Soaking wet, she whimpered when he spread all that moisture along the crease of her ass. Nerve endings popped and sizzled as he ventured to intimate territory, circling, pressing and going where no man had gone before. When he shoved two fingers inside her, one in each hole, she came with a force so intense, she cried out, her muscles clenching tightly, her spasms rocking her from the inside out. It was the most shockingly, surprisingly intense fall of her life.
Shudders still wracked her as Troy slipped on a condom and pushed into her. The sudden thick invasion had her gasping for breath. His arms wrapped beneath her as he held her tight and pushed in over and over. It was so good. Just feeling his power, the way he wanted her, listening to his ragged breathing and touching his muscled back and sculpted ass. In four more hard thrusts, his orgasm tore through him as he stiffened on top of her, his hips tightly against hers, their bodies joined intimately.
His harsh breathing tickled her ear and she smiled, loving the connection they shared. She hoped he felt what she did. Wanted him to know what they had was something special. Something she personally had no experience with.
She really needed to tell him how she felt. The sooner she got that off her chest, the sooner she could move on. His lips hovered near her ear. His warm breath sent tingles across her nape. “Good afternoon,” he rumbled.
She smiled and stretched beneath him, loved feeling his weight on top of her, his body still semi-hard inside of her. But even as the thought entered her mind, he pulled out gently and she sighed at the loss of his heat, his substance filling her.
“It’s a good afternoon, now. That’s for sure.” She purposely kept it upbeat. Held onto her smile for all she was worth, which by Hollywood standards was a good amount. She would not be a clingy wimp.
Screw it. If she didn’t say something, she was going to burst. She took a breath, opened her mouth. “I—”
The phone rang.
Gah. She couldn’t catch a break.
She glanced at the clock as he reached for the receiver on the nightstand table. Almost two p.m. Who would be calling? His uncle, probably. The poor guy had probably been on pins and needles waiting for Troy, his son, to read the diary. The weight of that knowledge seemed far more important than her issue of telling Troy