Deception by Gina Watson Page B

his face. His lips enclosed on her earlobe and massaged. “I can smell your arousal,” he whispered. She felt the instant bloom of heat across her face and neck.
    “Look how wild you are.” He pulled her in front of him—her back to his chest. She saw herself in the mirror with wild eyes and hair, deepened color, thick swollen lips, and hardened nipples visible through her melon-colored bikini top.
    His fingers traced the fading marks on her neck, and then he untied her top and let it fall to the floor. His head came down, his hair tickling her chin as he kissed the fading teeth marks on the upper swell of her breast. Capturing her eyes in the mirror he said, “Tell me about these marks.”
    Fear gripped her, seized her body where she stood and she stiffened. Her back arched as if prodded by a branding iron. “No! I don’t want to. Please Julian, erase his touch.” He turned her in his arms and held her tight. This time his mouth took hers with force and need as his tongue drank from her, leaving no surface unexplored. He cleansed her with his unwavering strokes and she was lost to him. Her memories disintegrated and the only thing that existed in that moment was Julian’s touch.
    He pulled away and bent to retrieve her bikini top from the floor. When he fastened the top to her chest she started to cry.
    “Why are you crying?”
    The look of concern on his strong beautiful face was her undoing. “I thought you wanted me.”
    His hand cupped her jaw. “I’ve never wanted anything more.” He wrapped the towel around her body. “Go to my bedroom. I’m going to finish changing out of these wet clothes and then I’ll meet you there. I didn’t figure you’d want to walk through the house topless.”
    Embarrassed by her silly emotions, Maura rested her chin on her chest. “No, it definitely wouldn’t do to walk around without my top. It’d be just my luck to run into your dad.”
    Julian smiled and kissed her forehead. “Hurry, I don’t want to be away from you for even a second.”
    Maura stood speechless at his words. She’d ceased breathing.
    Julian chuckled. “Breathe, Maura.”
    His whispered breath in her ear made her weak kneed and she struggled to remain standing. She redoubled her efforts to act like a woman who’d actually been intimate with a man before and she opened the bathroom door. Looking back she said, “I’ll be waiting. And this time, I won’t be wearing the suit.”
    ***
    Julian’s cock throbbed with need. He took off his wet slacks and underwear and changed into a pair of dry shorts—sans underwear. He opened the door and emerged from the bathroom to be met by the raised and questioning brows of Everett and Fiona. Julian didn’t know what to say so instead he just smiled. Too widely—Everett would know and he would tell Fiona that he and Maura were having sex. Nothing stayed quiet in his large family for very long. As he took the stairs two at a time his mind became one hundred percent focused on what he’d find behind his bedroom door—Maura, naked.
    When his fingers closed around the knob his pulse spiked. Inside Maura had transformed his bedroom. Jane Monheit softly crooned from the speakers and she’d dimmed the lights all around the room. A light breeze drifted in through the open French doors off the back porch. Her face softly glowed from her position in his bed. She was covered to the neck with the bedclothes. His cock stood at full mast, tenting his shorts.
    Warm feminine giggles filled the room and Julian made his way to the bed, crouching to advance as a tiger advancing on its prey. When he reached Maura he tickled her senseless. To his utter delight she was highly susceptible to wiggling fingers.
    “No. Stop! I’ll pee in your bed.”
    In her struggle, one full and perfectly formed breast had popped from beneath the covers. Julian bent his head and kissed the rose colored tip. Then he snapped the duvet and sheets back to expose the rest of her