I wanted to drown myself in her for hours, days. Or until dogs and children demanded our attention. Whichever came first.
But the crisp tilt of her chin told me I hadn't earned that privilege yet.
I went to her side of the bed and fell to my knees. My arms went around her waist and my head into her lap, and I said, "I'm sorry. It all spun out of control so fast."
She hesitated before resting a hand between my shoulder blades. "I understand. I can only imagine how terrifying it must've been. But you could've messaged me."
"I know. I'm sorry. I didn't let myself call you because I knew—" I shook my head. "I knew I'd tell you how fucking scared I was and then I'd never be able to get through everything I had to do there once I let it out."
"I think that's called being vulnerable."
"I think it fucking sucks."
She raked her fingers through my hair. I growled into her thigh. "I haven't found a way to be alive without it."
"I am sorry. I know I fucked up. I knew it while I was doing it but everything—" An epic, jaw-popping yawn swallowed up the rest of that sentence. It was too late tonight to get intoeverything. Into the fight waiting for me. "I won't do it again."
"Come on," she said, yanking me up by the back of my shirt. "I've decided you're too old to sleep on the floor."
I held her gaze as I unbuckled my belt, dropped my fly. "I'm too old to watch my fiancée kiss strange guys on her doorstep but here we are."
Eyebrow bent, she pulled back the blankets on the other side of the bed. "I'm not your fiancée."
I stepped out of my jeans, pulled the shirt over my head. Set them on a chair in the corner before matching that stare of hers. "You're not?"
"The engagement was as fake as the ring, Jude."
After switching off the lights, I strolled to the opposite side of the bed—myside—feeling her eyes on me the whole way. Feeling them travel down my torso, lower. Lingering there.
I slipped between the sheets and when I reached for her, she came to me, her body warm and open and quick to scare off the stress that'd built in my muscles for weeks now. The shorts were the first to go and I almost regretted pulling them off in the dark like this. I would've had a good time inching them down her legs, treating myself to every bit of skin revealed as I went.
I brushed my knuckles between her legs, teasing her with the lightest touch as I bit her nipple through her top. She flung a hand toward the open door, her eyes blazing like I'd forgotten about the kid sleeping across the hall.
"All you have to do is be quiet," I said, abandoning her slick heat and shifting back to my side of the bed. "If that's too difficult…"
"Shut up and get back here," she snapped, pulling me in close.
"I like it when you tell me what you want." I stroked between her thighs again, parting her enough to dip a finger inside her, drag that arousal up, and paint her clit with it. "Keep going."
She let her legs fall wide and reached for my boxers, hooking her fingers in the waistband and forcing them down. As soon as I kicked them off, she closed a hand around my cock, firm and certain.
"Here— Can you just— Please?" She urged me closer with a hand on my back but it was the hand on my shaft that made her meaning clear. She brought me between her thighs as my fingers still moved inside her, my thumb working her clit.
"Better?" I asked.
She hummed in response, tipping her chin up to steal a kiss. "I want— No, don't stop yet. A little more? A little more."
"A little more, then."
My hips met the rhythm of her hand, mindless and brilliant while I did my best to harass those nipples through her top. I felt her inner walls tighten around my fingers, not all the way but enough for me to know good things were happening, and I kissed my way up her neck and jaw to her lips.
When I asked, "More?" she nodded, her grip on my cock turning erratic, rushed. "Are you going to tell me? Or should I guess?"
She led me to her cunt, right where two of my fingers stroked that beautiful silk. "I think you know," she said.
She teased me, pressing my cockhead into her heat, holding there just a moment, and then dragging me over her clit, using me to push her to the edge and then starting all over again. It was adorable. Also highly instructional. She liked some pressure on that clit. A light slap or two.
"You want me to fuck you," I said to the corner of her mouth. "You want me to wrap these gorgeous fucking legs of yours around my waist and you want my hand over your mouth to keep you quiet and you want me to fuck you like I'm offering my entire soul to you."
