Page 99 of Wanted

Something about the intimacy of the moment gets to me. All of a sudden, a cascade of big emotions overcomes me. The events of the day before. The sweetness of Jude sleeping in the hall. The feel of his body beneath me, inside me, holding me.

It feels like my chest cracks open, my heart spills out, and I’m unable to hold back.

“I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” Jude asks softly. Soothing fingertips trail from my shoulder to my hip.

“I’m sorry for overreacting yesterday. And I’m sorry for them showing up like that and embarrassing you in front of your customers and your family. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you in front of them too.”

Jude rocks my hips over him, just enough for my breath to hitch, and then he lets go. “You don’t need to apologize for a single thing that asshole did, and anything you did because of it. Your feelings are understandable.”

“I think I got a little overwhelmed.”

“I know, baby. But I need you to understand something, and it’s really important.”

I slide my hands over the rigid muscles of his chest, and ground myself with his warm skin beneath my palms. His cock twitches between my legs as I shift my torso over his. Liquid heat threatens to drag my attention away from Jude, but I bite my lip and focus.

“I’m listening.”

He brushes the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip, dragging it from between my teeth. “Not one single person who saw what happened yesterday, and I include my entire family in that, thinks you have any reason to be embarrassed or ashamed. So I’m going to need you to forgive whatever you’ve concocted in that head of yours. Nobody is mad, and nobody thinks any less of you.”

“Does that include you?” I struggle to articulate. The sensation of Jude planted inside me is driving me mad.

“Of course it includes me. You’ve heard my story. My siblings all have one. If you don’t think any of us have a past that could cause a scene, then you haven’t been paying attention.”

He drops his hands to my thighs and lightly traces patterns across my skin.

“Oh, I’m paying attention.” My nostrils flare, and my legs begin to shake. “Is this meant to be a form of torture?” I gasp.

“Why, does it feel like one?” A cocky smirk resides in his voice.

“I just don’t understand why we’re not moving.”

“Well…” Jude wraps his big hands back around my hips and coaxes me into a gentle forward glide. “Because…”

I squeak as his thumb brushes against my needy clit.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about being inside you. And I wanted to get you hot”—he rocks me faster—“and wet.”

My shuddering breath fills the air.

“And when you’re ready, I want you to ride me until you come.”

“I think I’m ready now.”

Jude surges forward. He grabs me around the small of my back and dips his head. Finding my nipple, he sucks greedily, and my fingers tangle in his hair. “Then let go, baby, and ride me.”

“Oh god.”

I do as he says and let my instincts take over. I chase the pleasure sparking between my thighs. Shedding the inhibitions, I throw my head back and fuck him, riding him with a feral quality he matches despite being below.

“That’s my girl. Take my cock, and make yourself come.”

My hips surge, bucking against him, both of us content to sport the bruises tomorrow. I hold his head to my chest where he laves my breasts, switching from one nipple to the next.

“I need your help,” I plead, grabbing his face in my hands and bringing his mouth to my lips.

“What do you need?” he murmurs there.

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