Chapter 234 A Passionate Night
Julius felt a tremor race through his entire body, and for a while, he could only stare at the woman in front of him, wide–eyed.
“What… did you just say?” he asked, his voice quivering so badly it barely qualified as sound. The instant the question left his lips, even his breathing stalled. Did I mishear her? Did I misunderstand? Please, don’t let this be some sweet illusion I’ve cooked up for myself.
Quinn smiled, calm yet unmistakably resolute. “Julius Whitethorn, I want you. What about you? Do you want me too?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed hard. How could he not want her? “I do, Quinn. I want you so much,” he breathed.
In the next moment, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the edge of the bed.
She had shared this bed with him every night since coming back to Jexburgh, yet until now it had been nothing more than a piece of furniture. Tonight, faced with the promise of what was about to happen, her pulse rattled and color crept into her cheeks.
He laid her down gently. “Have you truly decided?” he asked. “You won’t regret?”
“What if I change my mind?” she countered.
His lips pressed together. He gazed at her as if imprinting every line of her face into his memory. “If you genuinely regret it, then no matter how much I want you, I wouldn’t lay a finger on you,” he said.
Desire blazed in his eyes, but determination reined in his need. He would wait until she welcomed him freely.
Quinn’s answering smile was mischievous and certain. She grabbed his arm, tugged, and sent him tumbling beside her onto the bed. With one fingertip poised against his chest, she murmured, “I won’t regret this, so you’re not allowed to regret it either.” Then she lowered her head and kissed him, while her other hand slid downward to unfasten his belt
Wherever her fingers skimmed, his muscles went taut. Warmth surged beneath his skin, and a soft flush spread, accompanied by the faintest tremor. He understood that at last, she was opening her heart to him completely—and allowing him, in turn, to step fully inside it.
“I love you, Quinn,” he whispered, determined to offer her the very best of himself.
For years, he had considered his body nothing but a useless shell. Yet if this body could delight her, then it had meaning.
That night, the usually aloof Julius Whitethorn shuddered against Quinn again and again. With low and hoarse breaths, involuntary moans, and a body strung tight with excitement and trembling, it all served to admit how fiercely he cherished her, how desperately he wanted her!
After the last wave hit. Quinn was so exhausted she could scarcely lift a finger–she felt as though she had fought an entire battle!
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As she drifted toward sleep, she sensed a pair of lips brush against her forehead in careful devotion.
“Quinn, from now on you mustn’t ever leave me,” Julius murmured, his ragged voice close to her ear.
Silly thing, why would I ever leave you? she answered in the fading corridors of her mind. That was the last thought flashing across her consciousness before she surrendered to sleep.
The next morning, when Quinn cracked her eyes open, a familiar voice sounded beside her.
“Are you up?” Julius asked. “If you want to sleep longer, it’s fine. I’ve already called in and arranged for a day off.”
“What?” Quinn blinked, still fuzzy. “You did?”
“Mmhm. Laura phoned earlier, wondering why you hadn’t shown up at the office. I told her you were exhausted last night and needed the day off. I’m sorry. I made the decision on my own.”
Quinn rubbed her temples. Given Laura’s inventive imagination, her friend would have definitely leaped to the correct, yet most embarrassing, conclusion.
She wasn’t embarrassed by the truth; she had no reason to hide what she herself had initiated.
Still, picturing Laura’s sly grin and inexhaustible appetite for gossip made her head throb faintly.
She sat up and at once discovered a deep, satisfying ache in every limb.
One glance downward revealed a constellation of purplish–red marks mottling her skin.
Good grief–how many times had they gone at it last night? With a mortified gasp, she yanked the covers over herself.
Julius, in stark contrast, was already showered, dressed, and radiating the vigor of a man who had slept like a saint.
There’s such a big difference between a man and a woman after a night of sex!
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