Page 83 of Wanted

I slide my hand between her legs, cupping her gently. “So fucking hot.”

“No one has ever made me feel this needy before.”

Me too, baby.

Her touch alone turns me into a fucking inferno.

Grabbing her hips, I twist to the side until we trade places. Her back flush to my bed, her head replacing mine on the pillow.

I ease my middle finger inside her entrance. She gasps at the intrusion.

“How does this feel?”

I lean over her, watching her face in the dark.

“A little sore, but it’s the good kind. It’ll keep me thinking about you.” She giggles.

Masculine pride swells. I could puff out my chest and pound on it at the knowledge. Damn right, she’ll be thinking about me tomorrow. If she lets me have my way, I’d have her sore and thinking about me every day that ends in a “y.”

“I’m always thinking of you, Frankie.”

“Jude,” she whimpers as I twist my wrist and insert another digit.

“This time, I’m going to get you off slow.”

I crawl down her body, stopping to worship every couple of inches with my mouth. Her peaked nipples tighten against my tongue. She grinds her hips against me as I tease the little buds with my teeth and soothe the sting with a broad swirl. As I stop at her bellybutton, her pelvis bucks and a low moan slips from her lips. I chuckle against her soft skin, running my stubbled cheeks along her stomach. The muscles hollow and twitch as I kiss a path between the bones of her hips.

Sex has always been about pleasure, the quick, hard, and fast ride to chase that high. But I realize as I tease Frankie within an inch of her life, bringing her to the edge with my fingers and kisses, that I’ve never had fun sex before her. Only a means to an end. A furious rush to the finish to quash a bodily need. An unbridled joy unlike anything I’ve ever felt has me grinning like a goddamn fool against Frankie’s abdomen.

Her cunt pulses around my fingers, the first sign of an impending orgasm, and I bury my face between her thighs and feast.

“Jude!” she squeals, her thighs clamping around the sides of my head as her heels dig into my shoulder blades.

My fingers work a steady rhythm, curling inside and stroking deep while I lap at every inch of her sweetness. I focus on her clit, swirling and sucking as she undulates beneath my mouth.

Just as she starts to come, the lights flick on, a startling contrast to the pitch darkness encasing us. But I don’t stop, working every last twitch from her, determined to own all of her pleasure and make it my own.

“Jude,” she pants. The sheets at her side remain twisted when she releases them. “What happened.”

“Power’s back.” Lifting onto my elbows, I lick her remaining dew from my lips. The salty flavor melts on my tongue.

“Jude.” The watery quality of her voice has me meeting her eyes. Tears brim along her lash line. “What happened to your back?”

Oh fuck.

No, Jesus.

Fuck.

So lost, so caught up in all things Frankie, I forgot. I forgot that I never got dressed. Forgot the clothing I wear like an armor, covering the shameful marks of my past. With the lights shining bright from the ceiling, a spotlight reveals the raised pink and purple slashes. Can’t pretend she doesn’t see what she thought with her own two fucking eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I snarl, throwing myself off the bed and stalking to my chest of drawers. There’s no use wrapping a blanket around myself. I’d just look pathetic and she’s already gotten a good enough look.

In fact, she’s had the only look that I’ve ever willingly or unwillingly given since I was a kid.

“I don’t know how you think I’m looking at you, but I promise you I’m not.”

“You are.” The beat of my heart threatens to bust through my ribs. Numbness trickles down to my fingertips. Labored breaths send my chest heaving loudly in the quiet room.

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