You're the Realest Person I know

Chapter 16

"Please, baby, please. Let me explain."

"I don't want to hear it right now, Jules. I'm so mad, I'm sure I'll break a brick in half. Just ... step on it." He did.

On the brakes.

"Julian-" he took his seatbelt off and pulled her to him, kissing her fiercely and gripping her shoulders like his life depended on her. And it did. It damn well did. He loved and if he couldn't speak it, he'd show it. And if that didn't work, then he didn't know what.

"I love you," he said between kisses. "I'm inlove with you, Astrid Jones." He nuzzled ger neck and she bit down on her lip to stop her little whimpers and moans. "You can't push me away-" he pulled her closer, so she climbed into his lap. Wrapped her hands through his hair, tugging hard. "Astrid. " he groaned, pressing her body to his. "Your lips are so soft, your kissed are like feathers, I can go all day and night."

He counted off, as if bored to sat it so many times, but his voice was pure, raw and only love. She bit down hard on his jaw and pushed the seat down. "I can't even start on how you make me feel. All my life I would think that my body is one part. But when you kiss me Infeel it down to my-" she leaned back when he got cut off. "And I know you feel it, too. I know you do." He pressed her harder against him.

"The waiting sucks, I want to. I want you. I can't go a night without dreaming our first time up. They are all better than the last. All better than the next. I don't know." She blushed.

"Stop..."

"Am I embarrasing you?" He asked softly, eunning his hands up and down her bare thighs. "Are you uncomfortable with what I'm saying, princess?"

"Why do you call me that?" She asked. "A few weeks ago, you didn't call me that." He smiled, bitting his already pinkish lip. He kissed her again.

"It's what I call you when we make love," he said simply. "I just want to marry you first." She tensed, shutting her eyes. "Don't worry, baby girl, not yet." She took a deep breath and let it go. "The kiss between Sophie and me meant nothing. She was drunk and explaining me how she got rejected by kissing some guy named Nick. She showed me what she did, twice, but the kiss meant nothing.

I love you too much to just mess around with other girls. And I told you that I wanted yo marry you. So I won't go back on that." She lay beside him, hugging him and smelling his neck. He smelled like chocolate and summer and safe and like Julian. "If only you want to spend your life with me forever, like I do." She nodded furiously.

"I never thaught, in a million years, that I would have this conversation with you. Me? Marry Julian Lake? Sure. Why not?" He laughed, strocking her hair. He wanted her so bad then and there, he was sure that she felt him. Tense, roused ... It was somewhat embarrasing. "I'm sorry, you can move to the other seat ... Why are you laughing?"

She made a face, looking, lower than she should, at him.

"Um, I'm sorry, its just that ..." She blushed. "I'll move, but you better take a cold shower for your heat wave. It's showing." She patted his cheek and pressed her lips to his, slanting her head.

"When you kiss me like that, and you taste like cherries ..." He sat up straighter, gasping for air, and leaning forward and away from her. She could see the sweat on him. "You're not helping, princ-Astrid." She sighed and sat back.

"We don't have to wait." When she heard him swallow and groan in warning, she laughed. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Go on. Drive home before you explode in the car. Take a cold shower, Jules. Control yourself. Geez." But she was all tensed up, too: legs crossed like a knot, hands tucked her legs, and heated all over.