Reborn at Eighteen The Billionaire's Second Chance novel Chapter 245

Chapter 245

Elara

My hand was trembling so badly I almost dropped my phone. The weight of what he’d just given me was crushing, terrifying. This wasn’t just a gesture. Th was complete and total vulnerability, the kind that could ruin him if I chose to use it.

Julian, I can’t–this is too much-

He moved closer still, and before I could step back, he reached up and gently cupped my face in his hands. His palms were warm against my skin, and I could feel the slight tremor in his fingers, could see the desperate hope and fear warring in his eyes.

‘I know I don’t deserve you,” he continued, his thumbs brushing across my cheeks in slow, deliberate strokes that made my skin tingle. I know Is hurt y But I’m begging you-

He didn’t finish the sentence. His forehead touched mine, and I felt the warmth of his breath ghost across my lips. We were so close I could see the individual lashes framing his eyes, could count the faint lines of exhaustion at their corners, could feel the heat radiating from his body.

My heart was hammering so hard I was sure he could hear it. I should step back. Should maintain the boundaries I’d set. Should remember all the reasons why this was dangerous.

But I didn’t move.

His lips brushed against mine, feather–light, testing. The contact lasted barely a second before he pulled back just enough to search my face, looking permission, for any sign that I wanted him to stop.

I didn’t tell him to stop.

He made a sound low in his throat, something between a groan and a sigh, and then he was kissing me properly. His mouth pressed against mine with a hunger that made my knees weak, but there was tenderness there too, a careful restraint that told me he was holding himself back. His lips were wN JINË slightly chapped, moving against mine with an urgency that spoke of weeks of wanting, of denial, of desperate need.

I stood frozen for a heartbeat, my mind blank with shock and sensation. Then my body made the decision my brain couldn’t, and t found my banking it the front of his shirt, pulling him closer even as I rose slightly on my toes to better reach him.

He responded immediately. One of his hands slid from my face into my hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he angled my head to deepest the l The other hand dropped to my waist, pulling me against him with enough force that I could feel the rapid beat of his heart through the thin fabric of his

shirt.

gasp, he took immediate advantage. The kiss tuned deeper, man His tongue traced the seam of my lips, a silent question, and when I parted them on demanding, and I tasted coffee and something else, something uniquely him that made my head spin

I didn’t really know what I was doing. My experience with kissing was limited, clumsy, nothing compared to the practiced way he was taking me apart. But he didn’t seem to care about my inexperience. If anything, the tentative way I responded seemed to drive him harder. When I hesitantly touched my tongue to his, he made another of those low sounds and tightened his grip on my waist.

His hand in my hair flexed, tugging gently, and the slight sting made me gasp against his mouth. He took advantage of my parted lips to kiss me harder, hir fongue sliding against mine in a rhythm that made heat puol low in my belly. I could feel the careful control in every movenient, could sente how much he was holding back, and that restraint was somehow more overwhelming than if he’d just taken what he wanted.

My fingers unclenched from his shirt and moved up to his shoulders, but the moment I made contact, he flinched, I felt him stiffen, felt the sharp intake of

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breath against my mouth, and reality came crashing back.

His wounds. I’d forgotten about his wounds.

I started to pull away, but his hand tightened in my hair, keeping me close. ‘Don’t,‘ he said against my lips, his voice ragged. Don’t stop

“But you’re hurt-

“I don’t care.” He kissed me again, harder this time, almost desperate. ‘I don’t care about the pain. I care about this. About you.”

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