"Damn you, Priapus," he snarled, speaking the name of the god who had cursed him to this fate. "I hope Hades is giving you your full due."
His anger dulling, he sighed and realized that the Fates and Furies were certainly giving him his.
Grace came awake with a strange sense of warmth and security. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in years.
Suddenly, she felt a tender kiss against her eyelids as if someone were brushing lips against her lashes. Warm, strong hands stroked her hair.
Julian!
She bolted up so quickly that she bumped heads with him. She heard his hiss of pain. Rubbing her forehead, she opened her eyes and saw him giving her a ferocious frown.
"Sorry," she apologized, sitting up. "You startled me."
He opened his mouth and placed the pad of his thumb against his front teeth to check if she'd knocked them loose.
Worse, she couldn't miss the flick of his tongue as he tested his teeth with it. The sight of his incredibly white straight teeth that she would love to have nip her...
"What do you want for breakfast?" she asked, distracting herself from her thoughts.
His gaze shifted to the deep V of her dorm shirt. Following the line of his gaze, she realized that from the way she sat he could see all the way down to her embarrassingly pink Mickey Mouse underwear.
Before she could move, he pulled her across his body and claimed her lips.
Grace moaned her pleasure into his mouth as his tongue did the most wicked things to hers. Her head spun at the intense kiss, of his warm breath mingling with hers.
And to think, she'd never liked kissing.
She must have been crazy!
His arms tightened around her. A thousand flames fanned out over her body, burning her, inciting her, as they pooled into the molten zone between her thighs where she ached for him.
His lips left hers, and he trailed his tongue over her skin, searing a path to her throat where he made circles over her collarbone, her earlobe, her neck.
The man seemed to know every erogenous zone on a woman's body!
And better still, he knew how to use his tongue and hands to massage them all for maximum pleasure.
He breathed gently into her ear, sending waves of chills throughout her body, and when he stroked her inner ear with his tongue, she shook all over.
Her breasts tingled and swelled and tightened into hard nubs that begged for his kiss.
"Julian," she moaned, unable to recognize her voice. Her mind wanted her to tell him to stop, but the words lodged themselves in her throat.
There was so much power in his touch. Such magic. It left her aching for more.
He rolled her over, pressing her back against the mattress. Even through his pajamas, she could feel his erection, hard and hot, against her hip as his hands cupped her buttocks and he breathed raggedly in her ear.
"You must stop," she told him at last, her voice sounding weak.
"Stop what?" he asked. "This?" His tongue swirled around and around her ear.
Grace hissed in pleasure. Chills shot all over her body like red embers, burning every inch of her. Her breasts swelled even tighter against his chest.
"Or this." He moved one hand under the waistband of her panties to cup her where she craved him most.
Her toes actually curled in response to his hand between her legs as she arched her back against him. Oh, he was incredible!
He encircled the tender, throbbing flesh with one finger, making her burn from the inside out before he finally plunged two fingers deep inside her.
While his fingers circled and teased and stroked, he gently massaged her nub with his thumb.
"Ooo..." Grace moaned, throwing her head back at the intensity of the pleasure.
She clung to him as his fingers and tongue continued their relentless assault of pleasure. Her control gone, she rubbed herself shamelessly against him, seeking even more of his heat, his touch.
Julian closed his eyes, savoring the scent of her body beneath his, the feel of her arms wrapped around him.
She was his. He could feel her quivering and pulsing around his hand as her body writhed to his caresses.
At any moment, she would climax.
With that thought foremost in his mind, he shoved her shirt up and dropped his head down to one taut peak where he gently suckled her areola, delighting in the feel of her puckered flesh teasing his tongue.
He couldn't remember a woman ever tasting this good.
It was a taste that branded itself in his mind, one he knew he would never forget.
And she was ready for him. She was hot, wet, and tight-just the way he liked a woman's body.
He tore the thin piece of material away from her hips that impeded his access to the part of her he was dying to explore more fully.
And at much greater length.
Grace heard the rending of fabric, but she couldn't stop him. Her will was no longer her own. It had been swallowed up by sensations so intense that all she wanted was relief.
She had to have relief!
Reaching up, she buried her hands in his hair, not wanting him to leave her for even a second.
Julian kicked his pants off and spread her thighs wide.
Her body bursting into pure fire, Grace held her breath as he settled his long, hard body between her legs.
The tip of his manhood pressed against her core. She arched her hips toward him and clung to his broad shoulders, wanting him inside her with a desperation that defied belief.
Suddenly, the phone rang.