He was telling her that if she gave him the words first, he wouldn't react the way she feared he would.
He was telling her he loved her back, and oh my gosh...
Just imagining how it would feel to have Julian confess his feelings made Fleur feel like swooning, and while her heart now felt close to bursting with the need to give him what he was asking for—-
I love you, I love you, I love you!
She so badly wanted to cry the words out while kissing and hugging him, but she chose not to since the part of her that loved to celebrate was telling her to wait.
If Julian, even with how he was betrayed, could find it in himself to trust her with his heart, shouldn't she make a similar leap of faith by planning something equally special?
Even as the thought made her feel giddy and nervous, Fleur was already hearing herself say, "I'll tell you tomorrow." It wasn't going to be easy to have everything organized under twenty-four hours, but she would make it happen, and Fleur, with her mind already shifting into planning mode, completely missed the way Julian's lips tightened as she said, "We can fly to Wyoming before lunch, and we can also invite Stephen and Freddie to tag along." She glanced up at him hopefully. "Is that okay?"
Julian forced himself to smile back even as her words completely destroyed any hope he had about having possibly misunderstood the context of Anneke's email. He had given her a chance to tell him the truth, but for Fleur to not even want to risk it without their lawyers present...
Damn her.
It killed him to think that everything they had done in the past six days...
Six fucking days that he had once thought were absolutely perfect....
Six days, dammit...
All of the things that had made Julian fall in love with her in six days...were the same things Fleur had only done in order to perfect herself for another man.
Chapter Eighteen
"Again, Fleur..."
It was already half past ten the next day, and they had only an hour to go before they were supposed to board Julian's private jet and fly to Wyoming with their friends. But ever since waking her up at six in the morning, with his deliciously big cock rubbing against her lips, Julian had been insatiable.
After cumming in Fleur's mouth and waiting for her to lick off every drop of his seed from his still-hard shaft, Julian had returned the favor by going down on her.
And now...
Fleur could only moan when Julian yanked her still-shuddering body down the bed. She hadn't yet fully recovered from her last orgasm, which had been what, the fourth? The fifth?
She had honestly lost count, and oh God, it was starting all over again...
Julian started pounding into her as soon as he had lifted her hips off the bed and guided her legs around his waist. His golden eyes never left her as he shoved in and out of her, and the look on his handsome face made her chest tighten even as the hot, thrilling pleasure of his every thrust was beginning to make her dizzy.
Why was he looking at her like this was the last time they could ever make love? Was he worried that things would suddenly change, and she would end up betraying him like his first girlfriend did?
The thought that Julian might see himself so vulnerable made her entire being ache - just like it always was from the start, everything about Julian affected her completely: mind and body, heart and soul, all of it ached at the thought of the man she loved feeling any kind of pain.
It made her want so badly to cry the words out just so he would know that, with her, he would never have to worry about such a thing—-
I love you, Julian, I love you!
But because she couldn't say those words just yet—-
Julian knew the exact moment something changed with Fleur. The changes were slight and subtle, but because he loved her too damn much, he had noticed all of it, with the way her body softened just a bit more and the way her cries became more passionate. It was as if she was offering herself up to him absolutely, telling him without words that he could fuck her in any way and for as long as he wanted...fuck her up even, if that was what he craved.
Her total surrender to his needs should have brought him pleasure, but all it did was make him want to smash everything around him into pieces.
How the hell could he be happy with Fleur giving herself to him like this, he thought bitterly, when it could only mean Fleur believed this was the last time Julian would have use of her body?
If he had any fucking pride left, he knew that the best thing to do was to let Fleur go so she could be with the man she had always wanted to be with.