CHAPTER FORTY FIVE – ENEMIES TO LOVERS

A dark chuckle skated across her collarbone as deft fingers found the zipper at the base of her spine, slowly inching the material down in one deliciously torturous sweep. Julian's mouth descended to press an open, filthy kiss to the exposed curve of her shoulder as the last scraps of fabric pooled around her waist. "And deprive myself of tasting every sumptuous inch, my darling? I'm afraid that wouldn't be very...gentlemanly of me, now would it?" Punctuating the husky tease with a sharp nip of his teeth, Julian surged forward in one sinuous movement, pinning Charlotte's slender frame beneath his weight. Her back arched instinctively as their bodies aligned, her nails scoring the sculpted ridges of his shoulder blades in a silent plea for...more, harder, everything. "Julian," she gasped out, but his name fragmented into a breathless whimper as his mouth found the taut peak of her breast, teeth and tongue working in tandem until she was writhing shamelessly beneath him. This...this