The silence that followed was thick, electric, and heavy with years of repressed longing. Julian's hand shot out, his fingers gripping my waist with a sudden, bruising intensity. He pulled me flush against him, the hardness of his thighs meeting mine through the thin silk.
"You have no idea how long I've tried to ignore this," he groaned.
"Show me," I whispered. "Stop ignoring it and show me."
He didn't need another invitation. Julian crashed his lips onto mine, the kiss desperate and hungry. It wasn't a gentle first kiss; it was a collision. He tasted of coffee and desperation. His tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming the space with a dominant sweep that made my knees buckle. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, wanting to merge my skin with his.
He groaned into my
