Leverage (Part II)(17)

“Hello, little bird. Did you miss me?”

“No.”

He closed the door behind him. “You’re lying.”

She lifted her chin. “I ran away for a reason, remember?”

“Yes,” he agreed, his voice hardening as he said, “About that reason…are you still pregnant?”

She should lie and say that she lost the baby but she couldn’t. Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth at the mere thought of uttering such a lie. Irritated at herself, she jerked a nod and his shoulders lost some of their tension. He cared! Damn it. She didn’t want him to care. She didn’t want to see the hope flare in his eyes at the prospect that she was carrying his child because there was a part of her that loved seeing that hope — and that was plainly ridiculous. She didn’t want to see Boston as anything but a cold, ruthless prick who had more money than God, and fucked like a beast in heat. It was easier that way.

“Good.”

“Good? That’s it?”

“I’m very pleased.”

Julianna groaned. Could he possibly show a little emotion? Stone cold bastard. And this was the man who was going to be the father to her child? Why the hell did his sperm have to meet up with her egg? “Well, I’m not,” she snapped, moving away from him, needing space. “I want you out of my bungalow. I left for a reason.”

“Yes, because you’re a coward. But I forgive you.”

He forgave her? That was rich. The nerve of him was astounding. “How generous of you. Too bad I don’t forgive you. You got me pregnant and you swore that wasn’t possible. You lied to me.”

He grabbed her arm and hauled her up close. Too close, her mind babbled as her hormones kicked into overdrive. Why did he have to smell like sweet sin and seductive darkness? She longed to wrap her arms around him and close her eyes for just a moment, to lose herself in the pleasure that he could give her. Just for a moment. But that wasn’t possible. Her dignity and her pride wouldn’t allow it. “I didn’t lie,” he said softly as she stared up at him. “What I told you was the truth as I knew it. I wasn’t supposed to be able to father children. All I can say is, we created a miracle,” he said, taking another step forward, forcing her back toward the bedroom. Oh no, not the bedroom. She’d lose all sense of reason if he managed to get her on her back. Or her hands and knees. Or her stomach. Oh hell, that wasn’t helping. “I’ve missed you,” he said, against the shell of her ear, causing a shiver to ricochet down her arm. “I was going crazy without you.” His mouth traveled down the column of her neck and she bit her lip to keep from moaning. Damn, she’d missed this. Julianna gave him the tiniest bit of encouragement by tilting her neck ever so slightly and he capitalized on it immediately, sucking the tender flesh into his hot mouth, catching her when her knees buckled. “Tell me you missed me,” he ordered softly and she shook her head. “Going to make me work for it?” He chuckled as if he approved of the challenge but he warned in a silky tone that robbed her of sanity, “I’m going to make you beg.”

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Yes! His mind clamored with unadulterated joy as he held Julianna close, inhaling the scent of her skin as if it were sprinkled with the most exotic essential oil guaranteed to fire his blood but he knew he didn’t need any magic elixir when it came to Julianna. Everything about her enflamed him to a dangerous level. Why was she so perfect? Every inch of her was like smooth satin sliding beneath his fingertips, every gasp and moan, music to his ears. He took great care to nibble and suck all the places he knew drove her wild and within minutes, she was writhing like a feline in heat, desperate for his cock to fill that snug sweet spot. She rose on her hands and knees, glancing with an almost shy look back at him, knowing seeing her in that position would make him go insane. And she wasn’t wrong. Holy Mother of Mary, was that the world’s most perfect ass? He framed her hips with a gentle touch before squeezing her plump cheeks between each palm, nipping at the soft, rounded flesh until she groaned and lifted her hips, offering herself to him just as she had before everything had gone south. He couldn’t wait any longer. As it was, it would be a miracle if he lasted longer than a minute because his lust for her was nearly ripping him in two. Within seconds, he had the unyielding length of himself in his hand, guiding the aching member straight into her honeyed heat, desperate to feel her clenching all around him. That glorious moment of that first breach was like heaven opening the pearly gates. Hot, slippery flesh enveloped his cock, squeezing it tightly between well-slicked walls and he died a little. This was his Julianna! God, he’d missed her. Missed her in ways that he couldn’t define and definitely couldn’t identify. All he knew was that he couldn’t let her walk away, not now, not ever. Was it love? He shied away from the idea as if it’d burned him. Stop trying to put a label on everything and just get to fucking, he scolded himself and so that’s what he did. In and out, hard and fast — her cries matched his own as they fucked like animals. Sweat dripped from their bodies, dampening the sheets and scenting the air with the unmistakable musk of two bodies rubbing against one another with the intent of creating le petit mort. See? College French classes hadn’t gone to waste after all. And then he exploded, spurting violently inside her, losing all conscious thought for several blessed heartbeats, and setting him adrift in a sea of pleasure.