Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
And that’s the way we stay. It doesn’t matter that his jeans are only pulled down past his ass, and his shirt is tucked under his chin. I feel no less valued with his eyes on me, hips flexing as he slowly pushes in and pulls out. It doesn’t matter that we’re at his office, and I’m on an exam table instead of a bed covered in silky, soft sheets.
This is perfect, no matter where it happens because I realize this man is making love to me. I know when we leave here, it will be together. I know when I wake up tomorrow, he’ll be at my side, and if he isn’t, it’s because he has other obligations and not because our own stupidity is keeping us apart.
Tired of clutching his shirt under his chin, he tugs it off, tosses it to the floor, and leans in close.
His mouth finds mine just in time to swallow my moans, and as easily as I know he can come, he holds off, giving me exactly what I need a second time before finding that release for himself.
Chapter 37
Jude
“That was—”
“Not enough,” I finish for her.
She laughs, the sound filling the otherwise quiet room as I hold her to my chest on the exam table. I’m insanely uncomfortable, but with her in my arms, my own discomfort doesn’t even matter.
“We can always go again. You’re already hard.”
I stop her hand before it can make it past my belly button.
“I told you, I’m always hard around you. Next time will be in a bed.”
She squeezes me around the waist, her face pressed to my chest, and I’m reluctant to move. I don’t want to miss a single second with her. I feel addicted, and I can only pray that she feels the same way.
“Are you freaking out?” I ask, my nose tipped down to rest against the mess of hair on top of her head.
“Should I be?”
“You warned me that you’re going to think of running,” I remind her.
“The good times don’t freak me out as much anymore, but if we fight, there’s a chance.” She lifts her head off my chest to look into my eyes. “You said you’d chase me.”
“To the point of getting arrested,” I warn. “Remember that.”
She smiles even wider. “I’m sorry for—”
I press my mouth to hers to shut her up, kissing her slow and deep before pulling back. Her eyes swim with desire, and I don’t know how much longer I can take with her naked body against mine before I put her challenge of it only taking a couple weeks to work through that drawer of condoms to the test.
“I want to move forward. No more looking back.”
“No looking back,” she quickly agrees.
“Now, you need to get up and get dressed.”
“But I’m comfortable.”
She punctuates her statement by wiggling closer.
“My back is sticking to the table. I want to lay you out on soft sheets and spend the rest of the night reacquainting myself with your body.”
“That sounds like a really great plan,” she whispers, her breath skating over my skin.
“You’d tempt an angel to sin,” I accuse as I lift her off of me, making sure her feet are steady before letting her go. “Get your clothes on before I bend you over.”
She gnaws on her bottom lip, hips swaying gently back and forth. She’s the greatest temptation. Someone could tell me that being with her would end the world, and I know I’d still try to sneak into her apartment to spend time with her.
“Get dressed.” I point to her clothes but she’s too busy looking at me, and all it takes is her eyes on my body for my cock to start swelling. “I’ll leave here without you.”
“And what fun could you have then?”
“I still have that pair of panties you left at my place. I’ll spend the night rubbing myself raw with them.”
Her eyes widen, and instantly my cheeks flush.
“I mean—”
“You said exactly what you meant. No backpedaling now. I think I may want to see that.”
“Yeah? Well get dressed and I’ll show you.”
She reaches for her clothes, but she doesn’t tug them on. After getting my t-shirt back over my head, cock tucked away, and jeans zipped, I look at her. A pair of pink lace panties are dangling from the tip of one finger.
“Show me.”
My heart races. Sex is one thing. I still don’t have much experience, but I’ve been with her enough to not flush with embarrassment every time I catch her eyes on me. If anything, my chest swells with the desire in her eyes but doing something borderline kinky makes me want to close my eyes and take a step back.
“Absolutely not.”
“Because you want to leave or because you’ll never let me see it?”
I seriously consider her question, but deep down I know I’ll do just about anything she asks but walk away or share her with someone else.