Page 97 of Wanted

Crossing my arms, I lean against the doorjamb.

“Did you sleep good?” he asks softly. The sound wraps around me and soothes yesterday’s wounds.

“I missed you.”

“Missed you too, baby.”

I hike my thumb behind me. “You want to come in?”

“Been waiting all night for you to say that.”

Annoyance pinches my eyebrows. “You could have text me, you know.”

“Texting you to tell you I was here wouldn’t have given you what you needed.”

“Maybe I was wrong.” I sniff and look away from his piercing eyes. “Maybe what I really needed was you.”

Jude rises from the floor and pockets his phone. “Then you should have text me. I would have come. I would have come running if I wasn’t already here.”

“I know.”

His thumb and index finger grasp my chin, tilting my face for his inspection. That simple point of his touch warms me to my bones. “You good?”

I nod in his grip. “Are you?”

Jude dips and presses his lips against mine. “Now I am.”

My heart fucking melts.

Walking backward, I drag him through the door. He kicks it closed behind him.

“It’s a little early to be slamming doors.”

“Jack can bitch at me about it later.”

He pulls me into his chest, kissing me quiet again.

“Can’t get enough, Frankie, your lips are my addiction.”

My fingers skate down his shirt, toying with the bronze button on his jeans. His stomach is warm against the back of my knuckles. “These look like the jeans you wore yesterday.”

“They are.”

“You probably shouldn’t wear dirty clothes in my bed.”

“This the shirt you had on yesterday?” He twists the hem in a single fist, holding the back of my head with the other. Cool air sends goose bumps across my skin.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Then you should take this off too.”

I lift my arms and allow him to strip me bare.

Jude situates himself against the headboard and drags me until I’m lying against his chest. The rough pads of his fingertips skate over my naked back, tracing patterns as his tongue swirls in my mouth.

I gasp as he glides over my ass, palming the right cheek before continuing his decent into the crevasse between my thighs.

His thick finger toys with the wetness pooling there from his kiss.

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