With the rest of my life? Sure. I’d have to figure that out soon enough. But today was definitely notsoon enough.
As Jude spun around in my half embrace, he wrapped both arms around my waist. Despite the millions of lies standing between us—at least on my end and I hoped not on his—there was no space between us. “We can worry about him on Sunday night. Dinner, I guess. But from now until then—” He paused, turning awkwardly in our tight hug. After reading the digital clock on the microwave, he did a quick calculation before completing his thought. “—we’ve got at least twenty-six or twenty-seven hours until we have to worry about him. So from now—” He pressed his lips to mine, slowly licking his tongue along the seam of my mouth. “—until then,” he continued, “I’m all yours.”
When he plunged his tongue deep into my mouth, there was only one thing I could think of, and it most certainly had nothing to do with anything that involved clothing or being in public spaces. As I groaned into his mouth, he muttered, “Me, too,” as if he knew exactly what I had in mind.
The thick erection pressing into his hip was probably a clear indication of what I had in mind.
After fucking me on his kitchen floor, we lay in a breathless puddle of sexual satisfaction, naked and sipping our cold coffee. “I’m all yours,” I said.
Confused, he looked over at me, his brows knotted together. “I would sure fucking hope so.” We shared an easy laugh, neither of us paying any mind to Sarge sitting on the other end of the island, staring us down and wondering when the hell we were going to get up and let him outside.
“Yeah, well that too,” I clarified, feeling it deep in my gut that his glowing smile was meant to say the same thing to me. “But what I mean is, the day is all yours. Whatever you want to do.”
“Oh no.” He cut in. “I’ve played that game before, and it never works out well. ‘Whatever you want. Really it’s okay,’ and then someone runs off scared into the sunset.”
Pretending to look horrified, I played up the “what the fuck”face as best as I could without cracking a smile or letting a laugh slip out. “What in the hell did you suggest?”
At my words, we both fell into a fit of laughter. When the chuckling subsided, I rested my head on his shoulder. Bringing my mug to my lips, I took the last sip of my coffee needing whatever courage the caffeine would offer. “What I mean is,” I clarified, not one bit ashamed of what I was about to say, “I’ve never been on a date. Had someone plan something just for me.”
He moved so quickly, I almost slumped over onto the spot on the floor where his body had just been. “Get the fuck out. Like never?” he asked, mystified by that little tidbit I’d just shared.
And before I could reel the words back into my big fucking mouth, I wondered what the hell kind of worms I’d just spilled all over the place. War? My arm? My anxiety? Why I was running? Those were all off the table.
But now, thanks to me and my epic fucking honesty, I knew there was no way I was getting through the date he was already planning in his head without explaining this one.
