Reborn at Eighteen The Billionaire's Second Chance novel Chapter 246

Chapter 246

His words should have been romantic, but all I could think about was the blood seeping through his bandages, the way he’d flinched when I touched his shoulders, the exhaustion I could feel in the slight tremor of his body.

Julian- I tried to pull back again, but he followed me, his lips chasing mine.

‘Please, he breathed against my mouth. “I’ve waited so long. Wanted you for so long. Just–please don’t make me stop.”

There was something raw in his voice, something that sounded almost like pain but wasn’t physical. I felt it in the way his hand was shaking in my hair, in the desperate pressure of his mouth against mine, in the way he was kissing me like I might disappear if he let go.

How long had it been since we’d kissed? Really kissed, like this? Weeks. Maybe longer. And before that, every kiss had been tainted by lies and manipulation and the shadow of Sloane between us. But this–this felt different. This felt real in a way nothing else had.

I let myself kiss him back, really kiss him, matching his urgency with my own. My hands moved more carefully this time, sliding up to the sides of his neck where I wouldn’t hurt him, and I felt his pulse hammering under my fingertips. His skin was hot, almost feverish, and when I pressed my fingers against his throat, he groaned into my mouth.

The sound did something to me. Made something low in my belly clench with an unfamiliar heat. I’d heard Julian make sounds during sex, but this was different. This wasn’t calculated or controlled. This was pure need, unfiltered and honest.

His hand left my waist to cup the back of my head, and suddenly I was surrounded by him, held between his palms like something precious. The kiss slowed becoming less frantic but somehow more intense. His tongue slid against mine in long, slow strokes that made my toes curl in my shoes. He kissed me like he was trying to memorize the taste of me, like he wanted to drown in this moment and never come up for air.

I didn’t know what to do with my hands. They hovered uncertainly at his neck, afraid to move lower, afraid to hurt him but wanting–needing–to touch more of him. He must have sensed my hesitation because he broke the kiss just long enough to murmur, ‘It’s okay. Touch me. I want you to touch me

His voice was wrecked, barely recognizable, and the sound of it made heat flood through my body. I slid my hands forward, tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the slight roughness of stubble under my palms. He turned his head slightly, pressing a kiss to my palm, and the tender gesture made my eyes sting with unexpected tears.

When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathing hard, our foreheads pressed together. His hands were still on me–one cupping my face, the other at my waist–and I could feel the fine tremor running through them.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for not pushing me away.“\

“This doesn’t mean-“I started.

‘I know,” he interrupted gently, his thumb stroking across my cheekbone. “I know this doesn’t fix things. I know you’re not ready to forgive me, not ready to be with me. But you let me kiss you, and right now, that’s enough. That’s more than I deserve.”

His words should have made me feel better, should have reassured me that he understood the limits. But instead, they just made the confusion worse, made the tangle of emotions in my chest pull tighter.

What had I just done? What had I just allowed to happen?

I stepped back, needing space, needing air, needing to think without his presence clouding my judgment. He let me go immediately, his hands dropping to his sides, and I could see the effort it took him not to reach for me again.

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Chapter 246

“I should go,” I said, my voice unsteady. “It’s late, and I need to–I need to think.”

He nodded. ‘Let me have Atlas drive you home.”

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