I do what he says and almost whimper when my ass comes in contact with my bed comforter. He was right; I needed lotion.
But I can’t think about that now because Jude’s sliding a lube-slicked finger into my hole and working me open.
“I don’t need that,” I says, breathless. “I just need you. Please.”
“Okay.” Doubt crosses his face, but he moves closer and slides his dick into me, inch by incredible inch.
I groan as he stretches me, as he bottoms out and presses against my throbbing ass. Then I grab onto his shoulders as he starts to thrust. There’s something that feels so dirty about getting fucked while I’m completely naked and he still has all his clothes on. Like he’s showing me just how in charge of me he is.
And the thought makes me need to come so bad that I gasp.
Jude’s hips stutter a little, and I know he wants words, but I don’t have any right now. I just pull him closer, needing him to keep going.
He slides a hand up my chest, to the back of my neck, then leans down and presses his forehead to mine. His eyelashes are so dark against his pale skin, and he looks beautiful. Like a painting come to life.
I tilt my head and kiss him, sliding my tongue into his mouth as he thrusts deep into me. When he angles my leg up just a little, granting him deeper access, I finally come, shooting across my stomach.
He comes right after me, quietly, his body shuddering. I hold him close until he’s spent. Until he’s resting just slightly on me, holding most of his weight up on his elbows.
I’m panting, and I think I’m going to have trouble sitting tomorrow, but it was worth it. That pleasure…that was a white-hot like I’d never known.
“I never would’ve pegged you for a guy who liked getting spanked,” Jude says, kissing the side of my neck. His softened cock is still inside me, and I find I don’t want him to pull out.
“Well, I’ve never had it like that before.” I tilt my head just a little, so I can rest my mouth on his skin. He tastes like sweat and sex.
He hums a little before straightening and easing out of me. As soon as he’s gone, I want him back in me.
He ties off the condom and throws it away before zipping up. I’m still boneless on the bed when he returns. He smiles slightly and puts a hand on my upper arm, pulling me from the mattress. “Come on,” he says.
As he turns the blankets down, I watch him. The way the lamplight spills across his cheeks, making him look a little younger. The gentle way he touches me, guides me to the bed and pulls the blanket up under my chin.
I reach out and grab his hand before he can get too far. “It’s late. You should stay.”
He hesitates for a moment, indecision flashing in his eyes. It wouldn’t be the first time he spent the night, but the only time before this, we were just so exhausted. It wasn’t a conscious choice.
“All right,” he finally says. He strips out of his clothes and turns the lights off before crawling into the bed. It feels good to have that weight next to me. I resist the urge to turn into him. He’s just spending the night because it’s late.
But when he settles behind me, he runs a hand along my side tentatively before pulling me just a little, inviting me closer. I lean into his touch, pressing my back to his chest. It’s been so long since I’ve slept like this, been held like this.
It feels so right that it scares the hell out of me.
Twenty-one
Jude
When I wake up, morning sunlight is streaming across the floor. I glance around the room, trying to remember which hotel I’m in. Then I hear Max’s even breathing beside me, and I remember. When my gaze shifts to him, my muscles relax. He looks so peaceful, his lips parted slightly.
Carefully, I slide out of bed and grab my jeans off the floor. Then as quietly as I can, I ease out of his bedroom door and head to the kitchen. I put some coffee on first, then start making eggs and sausage. It’s not going to be as good as Rowan’s, but I’ve had a lot of practice making them.
“Something smells good,” Max says from behind me.
I turn to look and find him already showered and dressed. “It’s not a Michelin star, but I think it’ll be okay.”
He gives me a smile before moving to the coffee pot and pouring himself a cup. “You look nice like that. I could get used to seeing you shirtless making me breakfast every morning.”
“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it. I barely cook for myself most days.” Even as I say it, I feel the same way. I could get used to doing things for him.
Max comes up behind me and kisses the back of my neck. “Sleep okay?”
