Page 161 of UNAwere

‘I should’ve come with you,’ he groans. ‘I should’ve told Hannah to deal with shit herself and just stayed with you.’ He slides his hand up my thigh. ‘I’ve wasted so much fucking time, sweetheart, and I’m sorry.’

‘Stop it,’ I say, lifting his face to mine. ‘We’re here now.’ I smile at him, and he returns it, his eyes glimmering in the dim light of the room. ‘And I’m very eager to make up for it.’

A low growl sounds in his chest, and he ducks his head towards my throat again, but I stop him, biting my lower lip.

‘First, though,’ I tell him, breathless. ‘Can I have a shower? I’ve been out all day, and I probably stink, and I don’t want you to think that I have personal hygiene issues, because I don’t, and I want our first time to be enjoyable, so I’m not lying there worrying about whether you think I smell. I mean, I know it’s not our first time, technically, but it is—’

‘Sybbie.’ Jude kisses me softly and then draws back slightly to stare at my face, his mouth quirked. ‘You smell fucking incredible.’

‘Oh. Well, that’s good… because you smell really good, too. But I also want…’

He lowers me to the ground, and I lean against him, slightly wobbly. ‘If you want to shower, shower.’

I smile. ‘Okay. Thanks.’

I take his hand and bring him into the bathroom with me. When I see his reflection in the mirror, his brow is raised.

‘Oh. Do you not want to come?’ I ask. ‘You can wait on the bed.’

‘No. I just didn’t realise you were inviting me,’ he murmurs.

I grin. ‘Of course.’ My heart patters. ‘Unless you don’t want to be?’

In answer, he shrugs his shirt off. My eyes trail over his hairy chest, broad and muscled, and I feel my belly turn to liquid. I’m staring. Unmoving.

Jude sees me and his eyes soften.

‘You okay?’

‘Mm!’ I shrug off my shirt, jeans, and underwear to try and appear unfazed. After all, he’s seen me naked plenty of times. We’ve done this before. I’m totally not nervous.

Jude’s eyes rake over every inch of my body. His jeans are undone, and I can see the muscled groove of his pelvis. The low dip of hair towards his cock. I take a small breath and immediately choke on my spit. He grasps my face as I cough and splutter.

‘You alright?’ he murmurs.

‘Yep. So fine. I’m just…’ I wave a hand.

‘Nervous?’

‘No.’

‘You sure?’ There’s an amusement to his voice I’ve never heard before, and it makes my stomach fizz. ‘Because I am.’

I stare up at him. ‘Really?’

He nods. ‘Terrified.’

‘Why?’

‘Because I’m frightened I’ll somehow fuck this up and scare you off. Like last time.’

I wrap my fingers around his wrists, shaking my head. ‘You didn’t scare me, Jude. The only thing that scared me was the intensity of my feelings for you. The fact that we’re mates. That we—‘ I stop myself from rambling again. Call it progress.

Jude dips his head until his forehead is pressed against mine. ‘I understand.’

I smile at him, intentionally moving my head until my nose brushes his. Nuzzling. ‘Then let’s just be terrified together.’

He strips off his jeans and picks me up, stepping us into the shower. Soon, heat is rising above our heads, and I’m lathering soap over his chest, sighing as he slips his lathered thumbs over my nipples. He leans into me, nibbling my jaw, and groans as I slide my hands further down until they’re wrapping around his cock. He’s hard, and his soft skin glides against my palm.