Sail Away with Me by Susan Fox

Author:Susan Fox
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2018-07-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Once they were at her condo, she and Julian stripped off their jackets and sweaters, and put the dinner stuff in the fridge. Iris stepped into his arms, marveling at how comfortable she felt doing this. Not that he didn’t still excite her in every way, but it was incredible that their relationship felt so natural.

Did she love Julian? She’d read about love in everything from academic texts to pulp fiction. The term could mean many different things. She felt love for her family and, to some degree, for her girlfriends. Her feelings for Julian were multifaceted: lust, admiration, an odd sense of being kindred spirits despite their differences, and a deep-in-her-soul caring.

If she turned off her brain and simply felt, every instinct told her this was her man, the one she had always believed would come into her life. Her brain said that was impossible—so how could being with him feel like destiny? Mindfulness told her not to agonize over it, but to relish the moment and lose herself in this kiss that went on and on.

A deep sense of certainty seeped through her. This, with Julian, was right. She’d deal with the future once it became the present. Now, she wanted to lose her virginity, to make love, with this man. She eased away from him, took his hand, and led him to her bedroom. After closing the door, she leaned back against it. “Now I have you where I want you,” she teased.

“Handily, it’s exactly where I want to be. Well, actually, over here would be better.” He pulled her toward the bed.

Standing, they worked the fastenings of each other’s clothes—shirt buttons, jeans snaps, zippers—doing it slowly, in an almost ceremonial way. Fabric rustled as, item by item, pieces of clothing fell to the floor, until they were both naked.

The room was comfortably warm and Iris had come to feel at ease being naked with him, so she didn’t pull back the covers. Instead, she lay on top of the duvet, sinking into its softness as if she were reclining on a cloud.

Despite his fair hair, Julian did not look like an angel. His body was lean, all muscle and sinew as he stood gazing down at her, an erection rising. The black notes and bars of the music tattoo twining around his arm sang of sorrow, not joy. The expression in his vivid blue eyes was a complicated blend that included affection, desire, need, and—again—wasn’t that sorrow? Julian’s unhealed wounds, whatever they might be, were an intrinsic part of him. She wished he would share that part with her, but doubted it would ever happen.

Would he share another gift? Reason told her that romance authors exaggerated when they wrote about intercourse in terms of bodies shattering, the earth moving, the sky bursting into dazzling fireworks. That wasn’t what she craved anyhow; it was the emotional intimacy. If she lost her virginity with him, he would always be part of her soul.

“Come lie with me,” she said, moving over and rolling onto her side, facing him.

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