“You’re not wearing a shirt.”
“I’mnot cold,” he retorted but he tucked an arm around her waist nevertheless. Julia snuggled back into his warm, hard body and just like that she’d gone from being eaten by rats to cuddling the hottest guy in the world.And if I lie very, very still I might be able to climax without him noticing…
No, no orgasms, no gratuitous writhing, she was going to go to sleep…except she wasn’t going to sleep; if anything she was growing more awake by the second, buzzing in anticipation of some unknown event. Max’s thumb stroked against her belly and Julia sucked in a breath. His touch was almost imperceptible, a centimeter or so to each side, but it was enough to make the lust flickering inside her ignite. Instinctively she arched back, pressing her ass into his groin.
Max groaned sleepily. “Jules, you need to stop moving. I’m getting…You just need to stop moving.”
“Sorry,” she whispered, forcing her body to go limp. She could feel Max’s heartbeat pulsing into her back. Among other things. She wondered if she should leave before things grew unbearably awkward. “I think the rats have left,” she said because clearly neither of them were sleeping.
“Yeah,” Max grunted. He obviously had other things on his mind.
There was a long stretch of silence in which Julia pretended not to feel the iron bar growing ever harder against her butt, until finally, “Max, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, except…Jesus Christ, are you wearing anything under that flannel?”
“Not heaps,” she admitted.
“Aren’t you cold?”
“No. I usually sleep naked. I probably would have slept naked here too but I was too terrified about waking up to find mice nibbling my—”
“That’s enough, I’m leaving.”
Max shifted behind her and Julia clasped the hand on her belly. “I’m sorry, was that gross? I was trying to be funny.”
“Of course you’re not gross.” The desperation in Max’s voice was palpable. “Stay here, I’ll be back soon.”
“Where are you going?” she whispered, knowing the longer he talked, the less likely it was he would leave.
“I’m going into the room.”
“Why?”
“Because you came to me when you were scared and tired and all I can think about is…It doesn’t matter. I’m leaving and then I’m going to come back and you’re going to fall asleep in my arms. Got it?”
He shifted behind her, cursing under his breath and Julia made her decision. “Wouldn’t you rather stay here? If you’re frustrated, I could do something for you.”
Max gave a strangled laugh. “Like what?”
“I could go down on you?”
He froze. “I don’t think so.”
“I promise I like doing it. Plenty of guys have said I’m—”
Max pressed against her stomach, not hard but firm. “You tell me what other guys have said about you sucking their dicks and I’m gonna get pissed off. Is that what you want, Julia? To piss me off?”
A wave of heat surged down to places thatdefinitelydid not need heating. “No, I don’t want to piss you off.”
And she didn’t, notexactly, but there was something about Max when he was all fired up that made her whole body tingle.
“You come here wearing no bra, work your ass against me, then you offer me ablowjoblike it’s a goddamn handshake.” Max shifted behind her, pressing his cock against her flannel-covered butt. “You’re such a little brat.”
Julia knew she should be offended but in truth that was exactly how she felt, bratty and mischievous, free to do things like letting a hand wander behind her, brushing over silky hair and hot muscle until she reached the waistband of Max’s pants.
He gripped her wrist. “No, brat. Keep your hands to yourself.”
Julia could tell he didn’t really mean it. There was a roughness to his tone that was pure alpha bossiness, the kind of bossiness that had gotten her a nice fat orgasm earlier. She decided to keep going. “I want to make you feel better.”