feel his naked chest on her skin. She wanted fantasies rather than rationalities. Better yet, she just wanted Julian.
His hair was now soaked and made it easier for her to glide her fingers through.
“Stephanie,” he breathed, slowing the pace of their kiss.
“Don’t stop,” she protested, and then she moved her body against his, his hardness pressing against her.
Julian took a sharp inhale before he pulled her back. Their heavy breathing was mutual. She loved the way he wiped the moisture from her face and slowly grinned at her. It was beautiful. It was intimate. And it was everything her heart had loved.
“It’s raining,” he pointed out.
Stevie let out an incredulous laugh. “Really? Hadn’t noticed.”
“We should get off the beach.”
“Or…” Her hands were on his cheeks, gaining his full attention. Then she rocked her hips against him.
His hands quickly went to the side of her body, guiding her hips against his hardness. Julian groaned, and it almost made her moan. She loved seeing the pleasure on his face and the desire in his eyes. From these, she could tell he wanted more than heavy kisses. They could do other things besides sex. She was a virgin, but she was no idiot. Nor was she a saint.
“Or?”
This time, she smirked. “We could keep going. I’ve never made out in the rain. You cut it short. Not really much for the memory vault.”
Julian’s eyes widened. Then he cursed before he had her on her back. The wet sand cooled her heated skin. Unable to help herself, she giggled at the hungry look in his eyes. Patience didn’t do him well, it seemed.
“So, this is all for the vault? You’re not attracted to me in the slightest?” he asked, squinting at her.
Stevie shook her head, no doubt mixing more sand into her hair. “Not attracted to you at all.”
“Hmm,” he muttered and then eyed her. “You know what? Me either. Not attracted to you at all, Blondie.”
“Liar,” she whispered.
He raised an eyebrow, staring her down. His body hovered over hers, inches from contact. “That I am.”
His mouth on hers interrupted her smile. Without a hint of hesitation, she widened her legs, placed her hands on his hips, and pulled his body to hers. The heaviness of him drew a soft moan from her. Slowly, Julian’s hands skimmed her thighs before he pushed up her dress.
The way her heart thumped was almost as painful as the ache she felt between her legs. Never had she been this turned on in her life. Heat radiated from Julian’s skin and warmed her with each touch. Rain ran from his hair and hit parts of her face, causing her to laugh.
Julian drew back and tilted his head up at the darkened sky. Then he laughed. The smile on his face was just noticeable from the bright moon. There was something so different about him. He seemed free, but the desire to be free had always laced his light-blue eyes. Maybe that was what they were both searching for. Freedom. And she wanted them to reach it.
Stevie wrapped her legs around his and grasped his wet shirt in her hands, bringing him back to her. “Kiss me,” she instructed.
“God, yes,” Julian mumbled before his lips returned to her.
It wasn’t as slow as before. It was hard and needy. She wasn’t sure which of them was the greedier, but she didn’t care as she kissed him back, her mouth working against his.
Julian settled between her legs, his hardness perfectly pressing against her. Enough to not only ease the ache, but also add to the intensity. She knew what she needed. She needed the explosion boys like Eric had denied her of. Stevie wanted it with Julian.
“Julian,” she moaned.
It was like she had said the secret word as he thrust against her. His lips were no longer on her mouth but along her jaw, then on the length her neck, and then just below her ear. His heavy breaths only added to the intensity. The desire to watch him intensified, but the pleasure of his rubbing caused her to close her eyes.
It had started slowly, but now, he thrust harder and faster into her. She moaned and he groaned. Her nails dug into her back as pressure built. Her legs tightened around him as she bucked and met him for every material-clad thrust. It wasn’t sex, but it felt amazing.
“Oh, fuck, Stephanie,” he mumbled into her neck.
“Harder,” she begged.
So close. Oh, so close.
And he did. Her breathing became gasps as he