Ceaser didn’t understand why anytime she was near, he wanted to touch her. He didn’t stop himself as he reached out and touched the side of her face. Jules’ eyes closed of their own free will on impulse and he clenched his jaw at how beautiful she got every time they were together. He moved closer to her, closing the space between them. He leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead.
“Goodnight Jules.” He pulled away and left.
Jules kept her eyes closed till she heard the door shut.
Way to go Jules. She couldn’t have been more obvious about how much she wanted him right there and then.
She shook her head and sighed.
So stupid!
Minutes later, she was showered and had changed into Ceaser’s shirt not bothering with the shorts he had added. She was cuddled up in the soft, warm bed and ready to sleep. She stared at the ceiling and waited for sleep to come.
One hour later, she was still in that same position doing the only thing she could do.
Think.
Not sure what her thoughts were exactly about, it was everywhere.
Ivy.
The accident.
Work.
Her life.
Ceaser.
She finally gave up, pushed the blanket off and swung her legs to the side of the bed and on the floor. She got out of bed and made her way downstairs to the kitchen.
She padded barefoot to the kitchen as quietly as she could. If she couldn’t sleep, why waste her time in the bed. Why not get something to munch on and think as much as she wanted to. She passed the living room and dining room before she arrived in the kitchen which had its lights on. And surprisingly, Ceaser was there.
Ceaser sat on the stool behind the kitchen slab with his laptop in front of him.
Lucky sucker. At least he could do something productive with his time.
Jules thought.
That’s when her eyes betrayed her and took a good look at his impeccable body. He was shirtless but he had ripped trousers on.
What a view.
Jules thought as she immediately felt naked with him in the same room as her.
She should have worn the shorts he had given her even if they were loose.
She turned around to leave when Ceaser cleared his throat.
“Going somewhere?”
She froze then turned around with a smile on her face.
Ceaser smiled at her cuteness.
She blushed in embarrassment and walked towards the fridge. She opened it and took out the jug of orange juice and poured it into a glass. She put the jug back into the fridge and drank. Ceaser watched her the entire time and she felt his gaze on her.
“Couldn’t sleep?” He asked.
Jules shook her head with orange juice in her mouth.
“Me neither.” He said “Decided to get some things done instead of lying awake in bed.”
Jules nodded and looked down at the glass in her hand.
“What’s wrong Jules?” Ceaser asked when she didn’t say anything or look at him.
She shook her head still not looking at him afraid he’d notice she was embarrassed. Ceaser pushed out of the stool and before Jules could move, he enveloped her in his warm embrace.
Was she still thinking about Ivy?
He wondered.
Jules relaxed in his arms and placed her palms on his naked chest which was doing unthinkable things to her mind.
They stayed that way for a moment.
“Your heart’s beating really fast.” Ceaser said into her hair.
Jules smiled.
“Yours too.” Her hands went up slowly to his shoulders and she felt him stiffen.
“Jules…?” Ceaser said, almost like a warning.
“Hmm?” She answered closing her eyes as the sound of her name and his voice sent shivers through her like a tornado.
Silence filled the room but their insides were screaming at them.
“You look good in my shirt.” He said.
Jules smiled. Her hands went to his nape and up into his hair.
Ceaser clenched his jaw at the softness of her touch.
“Jules, what are you doing?” He asked painfully.
Jules removed her head from his chest and looked up at him.
“I don’t know.” She whispered, her heart beating a million miles a minute.
Ceaser couldn’t help it anymore or rather he didn’t want to. Jules almost sighed when Ceaser’s lips touched hers. It was painfully good and it left her wanting everything he could offer.
He demanded. She gave.
He ravished. She moaned.
He plunged. She craved.
His hands all over her. Hers pulled at him for more.
Lips on lips.
Hands on each other.
Body against body.
They gave into what the other wanted. What had driven them mad for days, they had finally given into it.
Desire.