moved aside the straps of her camisole. He brought his mouth down to her collar bones, kissing the length of them.
"Oh God, Jules,” he said, “you're so damn gorgeous. You don't know what you do to me."
She stared up at him, her eyes almost unbelieving, beautifully vulnerable. When he brought a hand to her breast, she closed those eyes, luxuriating in his touch. He watched her lose herself as his fingers circled her nipple through the silky fabric of her camisole. She was so turned on, and he was so fucking aroused, seeing her like that. He was desperate to tear the camisole off her. Instead, he brought his mouth to hers again, as he kneaded and stroked her breast.
Unable to control the fever rising inside him, he slid himself lower on her body. Her nipple was hard and straining under the camisole, impatient for his attention. With a deft hand, he tugged on the front of her camisole, freeing the breast he so wanted to taste. It was incredible, lush and full, with a soft, rosy nipple.
"Beautiful,” he whispered, before closing his mouth on the erect tip.
His tongue glided and flicked over her breast, and Jules arched her back, pressing into him. She ran her hands down the length of his back, tracing every curve of his musculature. On and on Shane teased her with his tongue, bringing her to the breaking point. He nipped her gently and felt her body quiver against his, her hands reaching up into his hair.
Smiling because of what he was doing to her, Shane released his hold on her swollen nipple and looked into her eyes. “I swear I've wanted to do that to you since I first saw you that day with Kevin."
"Kevin.” Her eyes darkened, as if a heavy veil had been drawn over her.
Immediately, Shane knew the spell was broken and his heart sank. Jules sat up, and pulled her camisole back over her chest. “Jules, I..."
"I think you should go,” she replied flatly. “This was a mistake. Aren't you due at the firehouse in the morning?” She asked it as if it were an accusation.
Seeing the hardness in her eyes, he knew there was no sense fighting. At least not then. And as he watched her cover herself back up with her blanket, he felt his own twinge of remorse, as if Alana had just walked into the room and seen them. He stood up, took a long look at Jules’ crumpled figure on the couch, and headed to his room.
With the door closed, he hoped it would be easier to ignore the sound of her quietly crying. But it wasn't.
Jules was up early the next morning, hoping she could catch Shane before he left for work. Bleary-eyed, she dragged herself off the couch, and listened at his door for any signs of life. All was quiet inside. He'd already left.
"Damn,” she cursed. Now I can't apologize for being a mental case. What was I thinking? I'm under a gorgeous man and I send him packing as soon as I remember he's a firefighter. There's something wrong with me .
She stumbled into the kitchen, desperate for coffee, but was startled to see Shane had already brewed a full pot and had left it waiting on the counter for her. Smiling, she approached, but then saw he'd also left her a note. “Oh dear,” she whispered. “More notes."
She read it:
Jules, I'm so sorry. Maybe it's better I find another place to stay. I'm not sure either of us is ready for what's happening here. I'll check out some options today and get out of your hair tonight.
By the way, I checked on the roof situation this morning before I left. It doesn't look good. I called my associates at J&S. They'll be in contact with you today. If you need me, I'm here.
Shane
Jules swore. She leaned on the kitchen counter and stared unseeing out the window. “Congratulations, sister. You scared him away. Another notch for your stellar track record."
"No,” Claire exclaimed, as she chased a naked Paige around their kitchen table. “No! Juliet, what were you thinking?"
"Sheesh,” Juliet muttered, tearing off a hunk of bagel and chewing on it as if it were the least
"Oh God, Jules,” he said, “you're so damn gorgeous. You don't know what you do to me."
She stared up at him, her eyes almost unbelieving, beautifully vulnerable. When he brought a hand to her breast, she closed those eyes, luxuriating in his touch. He watched her lose herself as his fingers circled her nipple through the silky fabric of her camisole. She was so turned on, and he was so fucking aroused, seeing her like that. He was desperate to tear the camisole off her. Instead, he brought his mouth to hers again, as he kneaded and stroked her breast.
Unable to control the fever rising inside him, he slid himself lower on her body. Her nipple was hard and straining under the camisole, impatient for his attention. With a deft hand, he tugged on the front of her camisole, freeing the breast he so wanted to taste. It was incredible, lush and full, with a soft, rosy nipple.
"Beautiful,” he whispered, before closing his mouth on the erect tip.
His tongue glided and flicked over her breast, and Jules arched her back, pressing into him. She ran her hands down the length of his back, tracing every curve of his musculature. On and on Shane teased her with his tongue, bringing her to the breaking point. He nipped her gently and felt her body quiver against his, her hands reaching up into his hair.
Smiling because of what he was doing to her, Shane released his hold on her swollen nipple and looked into her eyes. “I swear I've wanted to do that to you since I first saw you that day with Kevin."
"Kevin.” Her eyes darkened, as if a heavy veil had been drawn over her.
Immediately, Shane knew the spell was broken and his heart sank. Jules sat up, and pulled her camisole back over her chest. “Jules, I..."
"I think you should go,” she replied flatly. “This was a mistake. Aren't you due at the firehouse in the morning?” She asked it as if it were an accusation.
Seeing the hardness in her eyes, he knew there was no sense fighting. At least not then. And as he watched her cover herself back up with her blanket, he felt his own twinge of remorse, as if Alana had just walked into the room and seen them. He stood up, took a long look at Jules’ crumpled figure on the couch, and headed to his room.
With the door closed, he hoped it would be easier to ignore the sound of her quietly crying. But it wasn't.
Jules was up early the next morning, hoping she could catch Shane before he left for work. Bleary-eyed, she dragged herself off the couch, and listened at his door for any signs of life. All was quiet inside. He'd already left.
"Damn,” she cursed. Now I can't apologize for being a mental case. What was I thinking? I'm under a gorgeous man and I send him packing as soon as I remember he's a firefighter. There's something wrong with me .
She stumbled into the kitchen, desperate for coffee, but was startled to see Shane had already brewed a full pot and had left it waiting on the counter for her. Smiling, she approached, but then saw he'd also left her a note. “Oh dear,” she whispered. “More notes."
She read it:
Jules, I'm so sorry. Maybe it's better I find another place to stay. I'm not sure either of us is ready for what's happening here. I'll check out some options today and get out of your hair tonight.
By the way, I checked on the roof situation this morning before I left. It doesn't look good. I called my associates at J&S. They'll be in contact with you today. If you need me, I'm here.
Shane
Jules swore. She leaned on the kitchen counter and stared unseeing out the window. “Congratulations, sister. You scared him away. Another notch for your stellar track record."
"No,” Claire exclaimed, as she chased a naked Paige around their kitchen table. “No! Juliet, what were you thinking?"
"Sheesh,” Juliet muttered, tearing off a hunk of bagel and chewing on it as if it were the least
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