“Fuck, yes.” His groan fills the room as his muscles tense. He pulls out as he comes, the warm, sticky fluid painting my back and butt cheeks in an erotic mess.
I glance over my shoulder to watch his face twist in pleasure as his body shudders the last of his release. He runs his cock through the liquid on my bare ass. Fuck. That’s hot.
He shrugs, his grin almost sheepish. “I think we need a shower. You’re all sticky.” His lightheartedness brings a smile to my lips.
“You made the mess.”
“And I’m not even sorry.” He winks, and holds a hand out to help me off the bed. “Come on. Let’s shower. I volunteer to make sure every inch of your body is clean before we leave this room.”
An hour later we’re dressed and walking through the hotel’s lobby. “Let me check out and get the valet to bring up the SUV.” Jude squeezes my hand.
“Sure. I’ll wait here.” Maybe I should be embarrassed wearing last night’s dress, all wrinkled, and with the bare minimum of makeup on my face. I’m not. How could I be when Jude rocked my world last night? Twice actually, and once again this morning. Pulling my phone out of my clutch, I flip through my social media accounts, liking and commenting on a few posts to pass the time while I wait.
“Rae! Hey,” Jenni calls out, walking over from the hotel restaurant. A man at least ten years older, whom I assume is her date from last night, is at her side. She must’ve planned her overnight, though, because she’s wearing a causal sundress and sandals. “I didn’t know you were staying here. We could’ve had brunch!”
“Oh, yeah.” I glance over to where Jude is heading back from the concierge desk. He smiles when he finds me staring. “It was kind of a last-minute decision.”
“Good on you, Rae.” Jenni grins, but when Jude joins us, sliding his arm around my waist, her bright personality morphs into a tight frown.
I don’t understand the sudden change. But honestly, I don’t care to stay and find out. “We better hit the road,” I say to Jenni and her date. “It was good seeing you again.”
“Yeah, you too,” she says, glancing from Jude to me, her smile strained and reserved.
“A friend of yours?” Jude asks on our way out to where the SUV waits.
“Yeah.” I realize he never met Jenni. Every time he picked me up from the house, she wasn’t home. He probably doesn’t recognize her from the night we ran into each other at the club either. Crazy that feels so long ago now, when in reality it’s only been two weeks.
“So, I say we stop at this great little pizza joint on the way back, then we don’t leave the condo for the rest of the day.” Jude fastens his seat belt, then shifts into drive. “Unless you’d rather do something else?”
Ha! As if. “I declare the rest of Sunday a clothing optional holiday. Naps and sex are highly encouraged.”
“I”—his jaw clenches and he releases a soft chuckle—“really love the way you think. Maybe we should make it a weekly tradition.” His implication of spending subsequent weekends together does a funny thing to my heart. I believe him, because in my mind’s eye I can picture a lifetime of Sundays with Jude.
The smile that stretches my lips can’t be contained. “I’d like that a lot.” More than anything.
43
Jude
I’ve had sex. Lots of sex. Good sex. But this weekend with Rachel makes it seems as if I haven’t been living. Fucking. Making love. Kissing. We come together, our bodies and minds more connected than I ever imagined two people could be. No other experience, no other partner comes close to comparison.
Making her come is my new favorite pastime. I’ve had my fair share of hobbies, but eating her out is how I plan to spend my free time. Better than any video game, the challenge of getting her to thrash around while I lick up her center is like winning a prize. I’ve always been a great competitor. I’ve just finished making her come for the second time since we got back from San Diego when my phone buzzes from its perch on the living room couch.
The name on the screen causes my chest to tighten. Mark. My mechanic.
“Hey.” I kiss her before she can see who’s calling, and while she’s distracted I flip the phone over, screen down. A pinch of guilt deadens any desire below the belt. “I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go walk Walter.” Reaching for my boxers, still on the floor where we stripped down a few hours ago, I tug them on and push off the floor to stand.
Walter eyes me from across the hall. He hasn’t ventured out of the bedroom but for a few times to judge us. I don’t know if it’s the sounds we make while having sex, or the fact we’re both walking around naked, but he won’t come into the living room. It’s hilarious. Who knew my dog was such a prude?
“Give me a minute to get dressed.” Rachel scoots onto the couch, stifling a yawn. “I’ll come with if you want?”
“No.” I shake my head, grabbing my phone. “It’ll be a travesty to put clothes on that body. Stay. I’ll only be a few minutes.”
“Okay.” She yawns, a sleepy, sexy smile on her face. “I’ll be here.”
I lean over to press a kiss to her lips. An intense feeling of adoration presses against my chest, begging to be let out. The thoughts I have for Rachel are uninhibited and exponential. They scare me, if I’m being honest. Everything between us has been unexpected, but it’s too soon for any proclamations. I can be patient. I need to be. Besides, when it comes to Rachel, actions speak more than lip service, and I’m willing to put in the work.
Turning away,
