fist and held it towards her, waiting. She glanced down at it and frowned. Her adorable frown distracted him from the fact that her breasts greeted him this morning.
“Put it there.” He lifted his fist a little higher.
Stephanie’s eyebrows furrowed. “You want me to bump fists with you? Why?”
The smirk on his face had caused her to roll his eyes at him. “You said I’m good at sex. I like to believe I’m awesome at it, but we’ll save that kind of correction for later. You said you also like having sex with me. My ego loves that very much. And for your ego, I’m gonna tell ya that you are ridiculously good in bed. We have to bump fists for great teamwork. I come. You come. We come. What a lovely partnership we have going.”
“Oh, my God! I am never having sex with you again!”
He tilted his chin up at her and then cocked a brow. “What an empty threat. Seriously, put it there. Let’s celebrate what an awesome pair we are.”
Stephanie playfully pushed at his shoulder and got off the bed. “You’re an idiot. I am not bumping fists with you for that. I’m going to find a way to dent that damn ego of yours. You’re going to slip up sometime, Moors. You can’t be that great in bed all the time.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, Julian nodded along with her until she pursed her lips at him. “Or maybe I’m just really great at making love to you. You know, I could be absolute shit with other women. Have you ever thought about that?”
The way the bright morning light hit the side of her face was truly glorious. It reminded him of Thailand and all the mornings he woke up to her. Her hair shimmered and a lovely pink tinted her cheeks. The kind of pink an artist takes his time making by mixing a precise amount of white and red paint on a palette. Julian couldn’t help but wish he were an artist to find that perfect colour her cheeks made. If he could, then he’d paint every wall of her apartment in that Stephanie colour.
Stephanie crawled onto his lap and straddled him. Then her arms looped around his neck and her breasts pressed against his chest. His hardness pressed against her and throbbed. God, did he love the way her eyes glossed over and her lips relaxed. Loved every faint mole and freckle. Loved every strand of her blonde hair. Loved every inch of her skin. Loved every word that passed her lips and every smile she had and would make.
I’m that in love with Stephanie Appleton.
“I doubt you were that terrible in bed with other women, Julian. Trust me, if you even gave them half the attention you gave me, then they were very lucky.” Then Stephanie dropped her right hand and let her index finger trace circles on his chest, above his heart. “But this.” She tapped his chest twice with her finger. “I’m hoping you never give this to any other woman. I want this. I don’t deserve it just yet, but I want to end up being worth you trusting me with your heart. I don’t want to let you down, Julian. Any more than I already have. I’m not saying I’ll be perfect, but I’m trying. I want to earn this. I want to be deserving of every beat of my name your heart makes. I love that you love me. I love that I love you. And I love that you see the good in me that I don’t.”
Oh, fuck me, do I love this woman.
“Stephanie, tell me you love me,” he whispered and held onto her hips.
She took a deep breath and let her palms trail up his neck and to his cheeks, ensuring his eyes never left hers. “I love you so much that I’m terrified of it,” she said in a low voice.
He kissed her softly. There was no game. She gave up all her fighting the day she had said she loved him. Now, her lips tasted of vulnerability and love. It was different. He felt it in the way she kissed and breathed. It was love. He knew it. Julian broke their contact and let his forehead rest against hers, panting.
“Can I make love to you, Stephanie? I need to feel your love.”
She nodded. “Make love to me,” she breathed before her hands brought his lips crashing into hers.