She lets out a giggle and eyes me with suspicion. “What are you doing?”
I’m caught. With a devious grin, I say, “I have a little something for you to wear on the sunset cruise.” I get closer to her and caress her arm, letting her know I’m here for her. “AndI’m hoping you’ll say yes to be my date for tomorrow night’s sunset cruise?”
I couldn’t think of another way to express it, so the words topple out. Her eyes go wide and her mouth gapes, clearly taken aback.
“I’d love that.” She grabs my body and presses a quick kiss on my lips.
Suddenly, the box is feeling heavy. I slowly bring the box forward and place it in the palm of her hand that I’m cradling.
“What’s this?” Her eyes are sparkling in the light, and she’s wearing a smile that goes all the way to her eyes.
That’s pure happiness.
“You deserve it. You deserve everything,” I want to tell her she deserves the world, and I’ll give it to her. In time, those words will be said to her. One day soon, when we figure out how we are going to make this work beyond the resort. I’m actually surprised she hasn’t brought it up, but there’s no way I’m bringing it up right now.
As she opens the box, her hand flies to her mouth and she gasps. Delicately, she pulls the bracelet out of the box. “You didn’t have to do this,” she says as she holds it and looks at all the charms.
“It’s perfect for you,” I say, gazing into her eyes that make my body burst every time I look into them. Cupping her face in my hands, I swipe my thumbs on her cheeks and then her lips. Those plump, pink lips that are begging me to kiss them.
“It’s beautiful,” she says, and I can see her eyes filling with tears. She loves it! It sends warmth through my body.
I take the bracelet from her and carefully slide it onto her slender wrist, fastening the clasp. My fingers brush against her skin, lingering for a moment before they travel upward. I lean closer, the air between us charged, and I softly lower my lips to hers, brushing them with a feather-light touch.
THIRTY
FAITH
His lips brush against mine, sending a cascade of shivers down my spine. Every touch of his fingertips seems to ignite my skin, and my clit pulses, begging for pressure. I hold his face. With my eyes searching his, I say, “You were unexpected this week. I never imagined I’d see you again, and yet here you are in my arms. I wonder if this is real life that fate brought us together.”
As I continue to gaze into his eyes, it confirms this is where I want to be. I feel it in my heart; it beats faster and fills with the energy that’s radiating off of him. This is the energy that keeps me in his orbit, and I wouldn’t be able to move if I wanted to.
“Although we may have changed, our bodies react as if we’ve never been apart. But this”—he gestures between us—“is so much deeper than a physical attraction. My heart feels connected to yours in a way that makes it flutter every time you’re near me.”
He curls his arms around my waist and, with open hands on my lower back, tugs me tight against him. With no room between us, I feel my nipples against his chiseled chest and there’s no mistaking his rock-hard cock pressed against my stomach. Heat rushes to my core, and goosebumps appear all over my body.
“You don’t know how hard it’s been to keep my hands off of you like this,” Jude says, hunger in his gaze.
He dips down and crashes his lips against mine. My leg flies onto his hip, and in a flash, he has my ass in his palms. He lifts me off the ground, and my other leg wraps around his waist. He carries me down the short hall into the expansive bedroom. The king-sized bed is up against the wall, and there’s pillows galore on the crisp white linens. Dim lighting casts shadows on us, but I can see his features and his dilated pupils ready to take me right here. I inhale deeply; his scent is all around this room, and I moan in his ear.
With my face in his grasp, he stares at me. “I can’t get enough of you.” He lowers me to the bed and, reluctantly, I unwrap my legs from him. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”
I can’t help but notice his hard cock that’s begging to be released from those shorts. I palm his erection as he lets out a guttural moan. “Can I help you with that?” I ask, wiggling my eyebrows.
He grabs his shirt, pulls it over his head, and whips it on the floor. His hands grab the hem of my dress and tear it off like he has no resistance left. His eyes wander over my body as he tosses it to the floor. I’m not wearing a bra or panties. He growls, “I’m going to fuck you.” He leans down and sucks on my skin as his hands roam my body.
I can’t help but touch him and slide my hands over his biceps and chest. I want him inside of me. I run my nails over his nipples. “Fuck,” he rasps.
Upon ripping off his shorts, his thick cock springs free. My mouth waters with the need to lick and deep throat it like it’s my job. Instead, he crawls over me. His intensity guides me to my back as I wait for his next move. “I want you to fuck me, Jude.”
“You are gorgeous, lying naked on my bed. Spread out for me. Sexy as hell. And don’t worry, I will fuck you until you’rebegging me for more.” The glint in his eyes tells me he’ll come through on that promise, and my legs squeeze together, the throbbing and wetness between them sending a jolt through my core.
He leans to the side and rests his body next to mine. His fingers drag up my thigh, and I open wide for him. Cupping my pussy, he applies pressure with the heel of his hand to my clit, eliciting a moan. There’s no holding back now. This is happening, and I couldn’t imagine it any other way. One finger slides in—and then another. “You’re always so wet for me,” he murmurs, continuing to move his thick fingers at a punishing pace.
The familiar feeling washes over me as I arch my back and grind my hips on his hand, chasing the feeling of complete ecstasy. “Always for you,” I say as my eyes close.
He leans over and drags his tongue up my neck to my ear. Kissing me. “Watching you, my cock is harder than steel, and I can’t wait to drive it into your wet, tight pussy.” And then he claims my lips, our teeth gnashing and tongues slinging. As his fingers hit that spot inside of me, I moan against his mouth. I break away from his mouth as my pussy clenches as my climax washes over me. “You’re amazing,” he says, making sure to keep pumping his fingers in and out as I come down from my orgasm.
That’s all the encouragement he needs. In one quick motion, he flips me over to my stomach and tightly grabs my hips to lift me to my hands and knees. He takes his tip and smacks it against my clit a few times, and I squirm. All I can smell is sex, and it makes me close my eyes and take a deep breath.
