I reached out, grasping her fingers before she had the chance to fray her hair. I mentally kicked myself for not having anything comforting to say. All I knew was that I didn’t like seeing her like this. I wanted to wipe away her frown by any means necessary, show her that I was here for her just as much as she was here for me.
“Come here,” I beckoned, pulling her toward me.
Julia moved across the center console and crawled onto my lap, straddling me as she pressed her hands lightly against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged her tight, carefully brushing her hair between my fingers as she nuzzled into the crook of my neck.
“This is nice,” she mumbled, sounding wholeheartedly content.
I took a deep breath in, drinking in the scent of her floral perfume. Everything about Julia reminded me of springtime.
“It is,” I muttered against her shoulder.
She pulled away slightly so she could peer into my eyes. With careful hands, she caressed my cheeks, tracing the outline of my jaw, my nose, my lips like she was committing everything to memory.
“Like what you see?” I teased her. My voice came out much gruffer than I intended. Being this close to her, getting to hold her how I saw fit left my throat incredibly dry.
Julia nodded. “Yes. You’re very handsome. You all are.” She cast her gaze down, her eyes a bit stormy with thought.
“What’s wrong?”
“Back at the senior home. You introduced me as just a friend.”
“Did that upset you?”
She nibbled on her bottom lip. “No.”
“Liar,” I murmured. “I see you, too.”
“Okay, maybe a little. I guess I’m…” Julia sighed. “I like this. The idea of being with the three of you. In fact, it’s a massive turn on. I’m just not sure if I’m ready to put a label on things. I don’t know how this works and I’m probably going to mess it up. And if I do mess it up, the last thing I want to do is accidentally hurt the three of you. Hell, I got the idea that you were against the idea to begin with.”
“Only because I didn’t know you,” I told her.
“And do you know me now?”
“No. Not entirely.” I hugged her a bit closer, a bit tighter. “But I want togetto know you. All I ask is that you keep an open mind. If you have questions, ask questions. This is something we have to figure out together. That’s part of the fun.”
Her smile was sweet and gentle. “I think I can do that.”
“Good.”
“Hey, Red?”
“Hm?”
“Are you ever going to kiss me, or—”
I moved in and claimed her lips, relishing how she practically melted against me. Our mouths were magnets, finding one another with ease.
She tasted so sweet and smelled divine, everything about her soft as sin. My head was swimming, totally engulfed with an overwhelming need to make her pleasure mine.
Julia rolled her hips against me, a heated moan escaping her throat. “Red… Touch me more.”
“Is that what you want? For me to touch you?”
“Please. I think about your hands so much.”
“You do? Tell me more.”
She all but mewled as I dragged my hands down to grab her ass, kneading my fingers against her silky skin. “I like how big they are. They look so strong, but I know…”