The pleasure shot through him. Every inch of him. So hot, so strong that it robbed him of his breath. He didn’t care. At the moment he didn’t seem to need breath. He only needed Addie.
He pushed hard and deep into her as she lifted her hips, finding a primal rhythm that would help them find that release. Again, Judson tried to slow things down. Tried to hang on to each second of this. He managed it despite all the tight heat of her body that was trying to coax him into surrender.
Judson held on, kissing Addie again. Sliding his hand between them and touching her again. Building the need again and again. Until he felt the climax ripple through her. Until he saw the pleasure of release on her face.
It was perfect.
The right moment with the right woman.
With his body begging for its own release, Judson gave her one last kiss. And let himself go.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Addie was floating between waking up and a wonderful dream. Floating and experiencing a nice buzz from having sex with Judson.
Of course, this hadn’t been their first time together. That first time had been awkward, fumbling, but still amazing. This latest one hit the amazing mark and then some without the other stuff.
Her body was practically still humming, and while part of her wanted to hang on to the dream, she decided to hang on to the man instead. She was hoping he not only had a second condom but that they could get in another round of sex before the babies woke.
She turned in the bed, her hand hoping to land on a still-naked Judson. But it didn’t. And when she felt around the mattress and realized he wasn’t there, her eyes flew open. Oh, God. Had something happened?
Since the only illumination was coming from a night-light clear across the room, it took her a couple of frantic moments to spot him. He was fully dressed in his jeans, boots and shirt and was sitting in the rocking chair feeding Rose from one of the premade formula bottles they’d stored in the room.
“I didn’t hear her wake up,” Addie blurted, throwing back the covers and getting out of bed. Good grief. She must have slept hard not to hear the babies. She usually woke if one of them stirred even a little.
Judson smiled at her and gave her a long, lingering look with his gaze sliding over her body. That’s when she realized she was bare naked. Considering the amazing sex they’d recently had, that shouldn’t have alarmed her, but it didn’t seem right to be in her birthday suit with one of the babies awake. Addie snatched her clothes up off the floor.
“Why didn’t I hear you, or Rose, get up?” she muttered.
“Because you were getting some much-needed sleep,” Judson was quick to say. “And besides, Rose didn’t actually make much of a sound. I’m a light sleeper, and when I heard her moving around, I slipped out of bed, changed her diaper and got her a bottle. I’ve seen you feed the twins often enough that I know how to do it.”
He did indeed know how, holding the tiny bottle at the correct angle, and Rose seemed perfectly content being in Judson’s arms.
Addie glanced at the clock and was surprised to see that it was already after midnight. She had figured both babies would wake up sooner than this, since it was rare for them to go longer than four hours. Apparently, they’d needed their sleep as much as Addie had. That sleep for Lily was soon coming to an end, though, since the little girl was already beginning to wiggle.
Rather than wait until Lily broke into a cry, which she would almost certainly do any second now, Addie picked her up and kissed her. She took a few extra moments just holding her before she changed Lily’s diaper and took out another bottle of formula. The timing was perfect, since Rose had just finished her feeding, and Judson stood to do the burping and uptime against his shoulder with the baby while Addie settled in the rocker with Lily.
This seemed odd. But normal, too. And she tried not to allow herself to slip into a fantasy of this being their usual routine.There were way too many unknowns for that, so she pushed this warm, fuzzy feeling aside.
“Did I miss anything else while I was asleep?” she asked. Though she figured if he had good news, he would have already told her.
“I’ve gotten a few texts,” he admitted while he gently patted Rose’s back. “I had to specifically ask Grace to send them to me, though. She was trying to give me some time to rest, but I wanted to be kept in the loop.”
“So do I,” she let him know. “I’m guessing from the way your jaw muscles are stirring that we still don’t know who shot and killed Yvette.”
“We don’t,” he verified.
Which meant the killer was still at large. And they weren’t safe.
“You said that you just needed this danger to end,” he reminded her. “But it might not happen any time soon. We might have to stick with these arrangements for a while.”
Part of that suited her. The part with Judson being here with her and the twins. But Addie knew she couldn’t live like this. If they didn’t identify the killer soon and make an arrest, then she might have to ask Judson and Grace about setting up some kind of lure or trap to catch them.
“I saw a note on your nightstand,” he went on a moment later. “It’s a reminder for you to return a call to your adoption attorney.”
Addie nodded. Then she sighed. “Yes, she tried to contact me yesterday when I was waiting to give my statement about Yvette’s murder, but I let the call go to voicemail. I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to talk to her,” she settled for saying. “I listened to the voicemail, and it, uh, wasn’t good.”
Judson stopped walking and stared at her. “What do you mean?”
