It was if he was saying with that hand,He’s not here,darlin’.
What are you gonna do aboutit?
At one point, when I was telling him about the party I’d thrown at this bar last month, he removed the hand from my thigh. He was leaning into me, close, with his ear to my mouth so he could hear me over the loud music, and it was all I could do to keep from touching my lips to his ear, his neck. From licking his skin. I just kept talking, a kind of half-drunken rambling, because I felt like I had to talk about something, as if talking about something could erase the fact that he’d just had his hand on mythigh.
When I was finished talking, he looked atme.
He slipped his arm around my waist, drawing me closer against him, then leaned into my ear and said, “You lookgorgeous.”
When he drew back enough that I could see in his eyes, I said, “Did you hear anything I justsaid?”
“I heard everything you just said,V.”
Oh,fuck.
Why did it make me melt when he called meV?
Because it feltintimate.
Because it felt like a term ofendearment.
He was still holding me, his arm around my waist, and my back was arched as I leaned up into him. My head was tilted back so I could see into his face, and his was tilted down to mine. We were inchesapart.
He put his other hand on my ribs, justlightly.
His eyes stayed locked with mine as he ran his hand up my side… and grazed my breast through the silk of myshirt.
My breathcaught.
His hand lingered there, and his thumb skimmed over my tautnipple.
A shiver ran throughme.
He said nothing. He just watched me, watched my face, my eyes as he did it again… his thumb touching my nipple, slowly, drifting over and then around… as the delicious ache spread through my entirebody.
I watched his eyes darken as whatever guise of respectable professionalism we’d both brought to this “meeting” evaporated… along with any hope in hell of me remaining faithful to my boyfriendtonight.
After we left that bar, we got into another cab. I was just finished telling the driver which bar to take us to next, when Jude leaned in and laid his warm mouth over mine, just likethat.
His lips parted and mine went with them, and then his tongue slid into my mouth and his hand went around the back of my head, gripping my hair. He groaned into my mouth… and it was allover.
Desire swept through my body as his tongue ravaged my mouth. I let him do it, kissing him back, sort of, but I barely moved. I barelybreathed.
When he broke away, he told me, “Message Taze. Tell him you’redone.”
I blinked at him. “You want me to break up with a man via text message?” No matter how sacred my relationship with Taze wasn’t, I would not do that to any man I was involvedwith.
“Rightnow.”
“I’m not doingthat.”
He kissed me againanyway.
Deeper.
Hotter.
He took my hand and pressed it down on his cock. He was hard in his jeans, and his dick was, just as I remembered, more than a handful. I didn’t squeeze him but I didn’t exactly resist as he held my hand against himself, tight, and slowly rocked his hips, grinding his hard-on into my grasp—so there was no mistaking what he wasoffering.
