“Always,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around me. “Then you take me into your bedroom and seduce me with all these sports trophies.”
“Seduce you?” I snickered. “What if I told you these aren’t the only ones?” I rocked against her, drawing out a moan when I grazed against the sweet heat I wanted to taste. “It’s mostly baseball, but there are others in the closet.” I skimmed my hand up her leg and turned my head to paint kisses along the soft, sweet skin. “Track—”kiss“—swimming—”kiss“—and one year,” I said, rubbing my cheek against her thigh when she quivered against my palm, “I played football.”
“Jesus,” she hissed. “Have mercy on me, for fuck’s sake.”
I chuckled, hooking my thumb in the waistband of her panties, and dragged them down her legs.
“I don’t know if I can do that. I have a beautiful woman spread out on my bed. You’re a fantasy brought to life.”
“Am I?” she teased, scooting down on the bed to tighten her grip around me.
“Baby, you have no idea.” I slid my hand between her legs and drew slow, tiny circles around her clit. “Holy shit, Claudia.” I slumped against the mattress as my knees almost gave out. She was soaked and dripping onto my fingers. “So fucking wet. I made you like this? Tell me.”
She nodded, whimpering as I eased two fingers inside her. “Yes, always. Right there…” She arched her back, the swells of her breasts pushing against the neckline of her dress again and inching it down as she writhed on the bed. “Please, Jude.”
“Please what, Claudia? You want my mouth, my fingers, or both?”
“All of it. All of you. Please,” she squeaked out, rocking against my hand.
“Since you were a good girl and said please,” I said, my voice husky and strained with need. “Let me see you.”
I slid my fingers out of her and found the hem of her dress, lifting it until I could peel it over her head.
“Look at you.” As I drifted my hands down her body, I was the one shaking. “So. Goddamn. Beautiful.”
A shy smile ghosted her lips before I took her mouth, ravenous and rough as I slid my hands under her to unhook her bra. My greedy eyes drank in her perfect naked body. I followed the sway of her heavy breasts as she squirmed on the bed, and I ran my palm along the soft curves of her hips that drove me to all kinds of distraction.
I held her gaze as I took a rigid nipple in my mouth, biting down and inching it out of my mouth before kissing across her chest and taking the other one between my teeth.
My hands and my mouth didn’t know where to go next, and I couldn’t understand how an ornery bastard like me was lucky enough to have something this beautiful in my arms and in my bed.
She really was my every dream come true, and even if I still didn’t believe that I deserved her, she was all mine. I’d never share her or be able to think of her with anyone else. I’d drive to Brooklyn or to the other side of the world to make sure she was here to stay.
I wasn’t ready for what that meant yet, but I couldn’t deny it.
“It’s small in here, but I think we can manage,” I said, draping my hand over the front of her throat as I took her mouth again, this time slow and sensual and full of dirty promises I had every intention of keeping.
“That’s so hot,” she whispered, her voice gravelly and weak as she clutched my wrist.
“What is?”
“You holding me like this. Like you’re claiming me.”
She held my gaze, so much want and adoration in her eyes. I was doing just that, even if I couldn’t say it out loud.
But I could show her what I couldn’t tell her.
“Clothes. Off.” She grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up my torso. I ripped it off and threw it behind me, before I stood to kick my shorts and boxers off.
“You’re perfection,” she breathed out. “Did anyone ever tell you that?”
I shook my head, smoothing her hair off her forehead as I settled back on top of her. “You’re the perfect one.” I slid my arm under her waist. “Trust me?”
She nodded. “Always.”
I flipped us over so that she was on top. She pressed her hands against my chest, her brows pinching together as she studied me.
“The bed may be small, but there’s a headboard.” I reached back and tapped the wood with my knuckle. “Hold on with both hands.”
