Eleanor made no move to cover herself, standing proud and confident, letting him see every inch of what he'd been missing.
"Your move, brother," she said softly, though her voice carried an edge of demand. "But I should warn you—I've waited long enough. If you don't take me right now, I'm going to take you."
Julian's control finally snapped completely. His hands moved to Eleanor's waist, pulling her hard against him. Without wasting any breath, he leaned forward, crashing his mouth onto hers.
Their tongues tangled desperately. Eleanor moaned into his mouth, her naked body pressing against his still-clothed form, seeking friction, seeking his heat.
When they finally broke apart, Eleanor's eyes were wild with desire. "Finally," she gasped, her hands already working to remove his cloth. "Gods, finally."
