Page 117 of Reckless

His fingers tap out a few more notes before he slows them, shifting his upper body sideways on the seat, still pressing one note so it sounds like a heartbeat. He looks mouthwatering in his dark grey plaid pajama pants, his chest bare and the loose curls falling over his forehead.

“I saw this movie once,” he says, still tapping the key. “It involved a piano.”

Not saying anything, I swing my legs off the couch but don’t get up.

“The guy was playing piano, and the girl comes into the room. She walks over and moves between him and the piano.”

Knowing what he wants, I do it. I can guess which movie it is and try not to be offended. I’m not a hooker with a heart of gold, although he is mega rich.

Jude pushes the bench seat back slightly so I can fit. He’s still reaching around me, hitting that note. I’m pretty sure my heart is beating in rhythm with it.

His spare hand slips beneath the hotel robe I’m wearing, and he looks up at me. All I’m wearing beneath it is a pair of panties. He trails his fingertips up from the waistband, ghosting over my ribs before reaching my breast. My eyes close as he teases the nipple, pushing the robe aside so he can see what he is doing.

“Do you want to know what that man did with the girl on the piano?”

He pushes the robe off my shoulders and his eyes greedily take me in. He falters with the heartbeat on the piano keys.

“Yes,” I breathe out and he dips forward, kissing the bottom of my breast, then tonguing up to the nipple and circling it. I’m about to lose my mind when I drop on the keys.

Jude grins. “That is what happened. She ruined the song with her ass.”

I’m way beyond being able to laugh, especially when he stands, towering over me and cups my head, pulling my mouth to his. I barely register him closing the lid over the keys and lifting me. My legs wrap around his waist as he lays me back on the piano.

“The next part faded to black,” he says, toying with the top of my panties.

“I guess we’ll just have to make it up ourselves,” I whisper, my voice broken from the desire and emotion running through me. I’ll never get enough of looking at him, of having his hands on my body.

“Guess so.”

He pulls my underwear off and sets it down on the bench, then bends and runs his lips up my leg. His hand is stroking my hip bone and into my inner thigh, spreading me wider.

It should be embarrassing how he stares between my legs, but I’ve learned to appreciate every look and every touch. It only takes a few gentle twirls of his tongue on my clit, and I go off, my back arching, my head tipping back so far I can see the lights of Chicago behind me through the glass. Or maybe that is just stars behind my eyelids as they close.

I’m lost in a sea of bliss as Jude stands and pulls my hips to him. When he presses inside, I’m done for. He takes me slow, worshiping my body, kissing me as he whispers he loves me into my ear.

Jude Smallwood has taken my heart.

No, I’ve given it freely.

He carries me to bed after a quick shower, where he does nothing but wash me and my hair. His fascination with my hair means I will never cut it. Not that I plan to, but it relaxes me when he runs his hands through it.

Lying next to me on his side, he takes my hand and I roll towards him.

“Tomorrow,” he says. “I can’t believe we’ve gotten to this place. And I don’t just mean me leaving.”

“I know,” I answer softly.

“Did you think about what I asked?”

He means about flying home after the convention so we’re not apart longer. “What about the RV?”

“I told you I’ll make sure it gets home safe.”

“It will be weird knowing it’s on the road without me.”

“Won’t it be weirder without me in it with you?” he smirks.

“How about I tell you after the convention?”

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