Before she could come up with a snarky response, Julian's lips were on hers. His hands slid up her back, gentle and caressing.
Amelia kissed him deeper. It was an all-consuming kind of kiss, like the way fire takes a while to catch, and then goes up all at once. He was tender and sweet, not at all what she would have expected.
Julian's devil-may-care attitude and massive frame had her expecting him to come at her hard and fast. Yet, he moved with caution, handling her like she was fragile.
And maybe she was.
He laced kisses down her jaw, laying her softly against the bed.
"Wait," Amelia breathed.
Julian practically froze in place, careful not to push too far. This level of respect for her was new from him, a complete one-eighty from his usual taunting.
"I want to see you," she told
