Lyvana wasn't very fast, and Julian was moving in circles, letting her almost catch him before darting away.
As she rounded the edge of the velvet sofa, Julian suddenly stopped and turned. Before she could react, his large hands caught her by the waist. He swung her around, lifting her feet off the floor, and pulled her flush against his chest.
The laughter died down as they both stood there, breathing hard.
Julian's arms were wrapped tight around her, his face inches from hers.
"Caught you," he whispered. His voice dropped to that low tone that always made her heart skip a beat.
"I think I let you catch me," she whispered back.
Julian didn't say a word. He just leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, slow kiss.
Julian placed her against the soft velvet of the sofa, his hands sliding down to her thighs.
He lifted one of her legs, pushing it aside to create the space he needed, and entered her gently. She was already wet for him.
