"Excuse me, but no. You didn't give me the sex talk."
"I explained a few things to you," he said, his hand shifting to my hip. Apparently, he wanted to make a demonstration out of this. "Showed you how it all worked. Made sure you knew what would happen and how to tell me what you wanted. Then I gave you everything you asked for."
I ran my palm down the center of his chest and over his belt until I stroked him through his shorts. "I think I need a reminder."
A growl sounded in the back of his throat. He covered my hand with his as his gaze swept from the balcony to the dark room where a small child was fast asleep. I could almost hear the calculations behind his eyes. Then a brow winged up. "I don't think I've taught you about shower sex."
I shook my head. "We've been over janitor closet sex, tiny bathroom stall sex, back seat of my car sex?—"
"I still have a scar on my shoulder from the seat belt."
Cupping his jaw, I said, "You poor baby."
"Worth it." Tipping his head toward the room, he said, "Lead the way."
chapter sixty-two
Jude
Today's vocabulary word: sneaky
I presseda finger to Audrey's lips as I backed her up against the door. "Quiet," I whispered.
She smiled, a hungry, devious grin lighting her face. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to endure that on top of everything else. She came here for me and Percy, offered me the whole world, and now she was looking at me like there was nothing more she wanted than to be fucked straight through that door. When did I get so lucky?
The only thing I could do was seal my lips to hers. "Fuck," I murmured, sighing as I tasted her. "It's been too fucking long."
"It's been two days," she replied, pulling at my clothes and running her hands over my skin.
"As I said, too fucking long." I pushed my shorts to the floor, careful to keep my belt from clanking against the tile. "Get rid of those panties, princess. I want them out of my way."
She smothered a laugh as she stepped out of her underwear. I kissed her again, and this time, it was hard enough to pull a quiet purr from the back of her throat. "Happy now?"
"Like you wouldn't believe," I said. "Turn around. Hands on the door."
She ran her fingers through my hair, that smile still filling up the whole room. "In a minute." When her nails reached the nape of my neck, I dropped my forehead to her shoulder with a growl. "I'm not ready to let go of you yet."
"That's okay, baby," I said to her shoulder. "I have the rest of my life to fuck you from behind."
I boosted her up, and her legs went around my waist. The countertop was only two blessed steps away. Somehow, I managed to grab a towel on the way. This wouldn't end well for either of us if I put her bare ass down on cold granite.
"Hold onto me," I said, pressing at her entrance. "Don't let go."
She held my gaze as she said, "I won't."
I waited until Audrey's arms were locked around my neck to slide into her, and I couldn't tear myself away from the reactions washing over her face. She raked her teeth over her bottom lip and dropped her head back as she whisperedyesandfuckandpleaseandJudeuntil it braided together like a chant, like a prayer.
"You're going to kill me with all these little whispers," I said, digging my fingertips into her hips as I thrust into her. "Do you feel this? Do you see what you're doing to me?"
She rested her head on my shoulder, staring down at where I moved in her. She tightened around me, a raw, wild clench that seemed to steal the breath from my lungs and send stars behind my eyes. She came like a deep, rolling current that seemed to beg me to empty myself into her. An old, primal instinct told me to circle her clit, to suck her nipples, to keep this going until neither of us could stand it any longer.
My entire existence seemed to condense down to that single place where we met—but then it stretched out like long, coilingfingers that took hold of my muscles and bones, branding them with the heat growing between us.
"I love you," she said. "That's what I'm doing to you."
I didn't get a chance to fully hear those words before I came with a full-body spasm that had me knocking things off the counter and turning on a faucet, all while groaning like I was fighting for my life.
Quiet, I was not.
