She heard him chuckle, and the darkness turned the sound into an unseen caress.
"What an impatient little flower you are."
She had never been called a little flower before, and while she absolutely loved it...
"Just please shut up and kiss me—-"
Her back slammed against the wall just as his mouth covered hers, and oooooh....this...kiss!
This kiss was everything, and her fingers could only involuntarily tighten their grip on the short curls of his gloriously soft hair as he licked and nibbled on her trembling and suddenly-sensitive lips.
Julian's hunger grew as Fleur filled his ears with the most delicious little whimpers. She was so goddamn responsive, with the way she made sounds at every little flick of his tongue against her trembling lips. Even though this was but a preview, the smallest fucking preview of how explosive their passion could be once he finally made her his—-
He already knew.
This was what he had fucking hoped for that night. This was what he had not been able to put into words. This was why he had been so fucking disappointed as he watched Fleur from afar and saw what he thought was a diamond tarnish itself until it was nothing but cheap, artificial, costume jewelry - a pretty little bauble that amounted to nothing.
The whys of it, he was determined to learn in time.
But for now, there was this—-
Julian thrust his tongue deep into the moist warmth of her mouth, and the taste of her was even hotter and sweeter than he could ever hope for. Her body, which had momentarily stiffened at the first thrust of his tongue, was now molding back against his rigidly hard body, and this time he felt it—-
Pointed little tips scraping against his chest—-
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Fleur could only hold on to Julian as he suddenly started sucking on her tongue hungrily and forcefully. There was an intimacy to it that was shockingly raw and addictive. It literally felt like he was eating her, and oh God, she wanted that! She wanted him to eat her. All of her. She wanted him to—-
The lights were back!
Julian reluctantly lifted his head when he felt the elevator resume its climb, and it was a good thing he did, too, since one look at his little flower, and his gaze immediately zeroed on the blush-pink half -circles that were tantalizingly peeking out of the low cut of her dress.
Fuck!
The sight of Julian suddenly starting taking his formal jacket off was more than enough to have Fleur dispel the haze of desire clouding her mind. "What are you doing?" The shrillness of her voice was mortifying, but seriously though—-why was he taking his jacket off when...shit!
The elevator finally came to a halt, and just as the doors slid open, Julian's coat landed over her shoulders. She automatically glanced down and barely managed to bite back a moan. No wonder he had been so keen to cover her up. Her nipples were practically showing!
Julian surveyed Fleur broodingly as she hurriedly pulled the sides of his jacket close. Her breasts were now effectively hidden, but her lips were still swollen, and the sight of it was guaranteed to make any man think of sex. Save from covering her mouth with his own hand, there was unfortunately nothing he could do to make Fleur appear any less delectable. But what he could do, however...
Fleur was confused when Julian suddenly took her hand, and she was left meekly following him out of the elevator. He did not strike her as the hand-holding type, but who knew, really? Since he had obviously harbored a good number of misconceptions of her from two years ago, maybe she was reading him wrong as well?
She wished she had the time to think it through, but when she absently lifted her gaze up to scan her surroundings, it was only at that moment Fleur noticed the sheer number of people that made up their welcome committee.
Aside from maintenance and a small team of firefighters, there were also profusely apologizing executives to represent management, along with members of the press and dozens of guests. Fleur would find out later on from Pippa that news of her and Julian being trapped in an elevator had spread like wildfire, and it had a certain tycoon looking faintly...perturbed.
For now, however...
Fleur could only feel relieved when Julian took over answering people's questions, unaware that by simply remaining by his side, she was letting everyone think she and Julian were an item.
Julian, on the other hand, was busy playing puppeteer, knowing exactly what to do and how to move to reinforce the idea that he and Fleur were going out. While he wasn't afraid of any competition, he was also the type to take preventive measures for both the business and personal side of his life.
And Fleur was his business.