“Jude?” Her brows lift, and a playful smile tugs on her lips. “You still with me? Or do I need to put my clothes back on?” Her teasing words bring a smile to my mouth.
Oh, it’s on.
52
Rachel
“Come here.” Jude backs up, unbuttoning his shirt, and chucking his pants as if he’s in a race and naked wins first place. Which isn’t entirely wrong. His broad chest appears more chiseled than I remember, the sinewy muscles in his arms ready and waiting to take control.
I saunter closer, my entire body on fire for him. The way he looks always makes me feel like a goddess. Powerful. Sexy. Bold. “You promised to spank me.”
He lifts his brow with intrigue. “When did I do that?”
“In the dungeon.” My legs press together. I’ve never been that interested in kink, but the thought of Jude spanking me for pleasure, with my consent, sends a rush of desire through my core. Taking another step forward, I ditch one shoe.
“You’d like that?” he all but rasps, his eyes glued to my chest.
“I mean, yeah,” Other shoe. Bra. Panties. They hit the floor. “Just don’t hurt me.” I press his chest with enough force to send his ass to the edge of the bed. I step between his legs.
His face is inches from my nipples and he zeros his gaze there. “Maybe we need a safe word,” he mumbles to my left tit.
“Goat.”
His head jerks up. “Absolutely not.”
I shrug, as if I didn’t just scare the crap out of him. “You said to give you my safe word, and I pick goat.”
His head is shaking. “Goats and sex do not go together.”
“Then it’s perfect.”
“Who told you?” He narrows his glare. “It was Chance, wasn’t it? Fucker.”
I can’t hold it back. I have to laugh.
“Now, you’re just asking for it.” He tackles me to the bed, his fingers digging into my sides.
I scream. Laughter bubbles out, uncontrollable and incessant. “No! Jude! Stop it, right now!”
He tickles me harder and with more zest, even as I squirm and try to get out of his hold.
A slap to my ass takes me by surprise. As much as I hate being tickled, my thighs squeeze together as his palm lands on my butt. I want more of that. “Goat! Goat!”
His body freezes for a second—damn, he really is terrified of the animal.
I shove him to his back, crawling onto his body and straddling his hips as I catch my breath.
“You play dirty, Rachel.”
“Don’t be embarrassed.” I bite back the urge to laugh. “We all have things we’re scared of.”
“The only thing I’m scared of is losing you again.” He swallows thickly, all humor gone.
“So don’t,” I whisper, leaning forward to brace my hands on the sides of his head. My hair falls around us and creates a curtain from the world. Just the two of us.
“Come here.” He drags me down so our lips meet.
“You liked it when I slapped your ass. Didn’t you?” His palm rubs slow circles over my skin as I rock my hips, sliding my center over where he’s rock hard for me. God, I’ve missed this. Being with him. Vulnerable and real. No judgment. Just love.
I unbutton his pants, lowering the zipper and gripping the waistband. Lifting my hips, I free his cock from his pants and briefs. I move the fabric of my thong to one side and line him up. His gaze is hot on mine, but he doesn’t take control. It’s as if he knows I need this. He wants it to be my choice. My decision.
“I missed you.” I stoke his hardness then sink down onto him with a moan. So full. So good.
His hands travel down my thighs, gripping and rubbing my butt cheeks. Slap! His hand delivers a sharp pinch of pain. “Ride me, sweetheart.”
“Yesss,” I exhale on a hiss. Arching my back, I press my hands to his chest and flip my hair back. Giving in to what my body craves, I grind down on him. Rocking. Riding. My hips swiveling in rhythm to a song our bodies create. The hotel room fills with whispered words of love, moans of pleasure, and breathy gasps.
Moving faster. Grinding harder. Sweat beads on my skin. My pulse races as my clit rubs against his pelvis with each gyration. I dig my fingers into his chest, reaching for my orgasm. Ready to soar, and at the same time wanting to drag it out. “Jude,” I beg. Needing. Wanting.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” Slap! His palm delivers another pinch of pain to my ass, then rubs it to soothe the skin. “I love watching you come.” His fingers grip my hips, taking over the heavy lifting. He guides my body and thrusts upward. Harder. Better.
“I’m gonna—” I cry out as the summit of my pleasure hits, and spins out of control, waves wracking my body in the wake.
Jude holds my body, continuing to thrust inside. “Fuck, yes,” he groans, following me over the edge. His body shudders with mine. His hands dig into my flesh so hard, I bet they’ll leave marks.
I fall forward, capturing his lips for a kiss. One that says thank you, and I’m so glad he’s here with me. “I’ll be right back.” I push off his body and scoot toward the bathroom. “Don’t move.”
He chuckles, arranging a few of the pillows and scooting on the bed to lay back. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
I use the restroom and hurry back to join him on the bed. I can’t help but smile with my heart happy and body satisfied. I slide
