Page 52 of Reckless

My type is dark hair and eyes. The thing about Krista, there is more to her than how she looks. Yes, she’s beautiful, but I’m drawn to more than that and frankly, it scares me a little.

In the real world, my rockstar world, if I’d heard about what Cody did a week ago, I would have run back there. Krista makes me want to stay away from it.

We’ve danced around this too long. I want this woman.

Krista turns and is about to say something when I step right up to her, push my hand up through her hair to cradle the back of her head, and pull her to me. She makes a small sound of surprise and one of her hands comes up to my chest. I trap it between us as I cover her mouth with mine, holding her close to me with a palm at the base of her spine.

The world fades. Each second stretches into an eternity. I never want it to end, as her mouth opens up to me. Her body surges, eagerly accepting and reciprocating everything I am putting into this kiss.

Her free hand drifts up into my hair, tangling in the strands and tugging, making a jolt of electricity run down my spine.

We kiss for what feels like an age. No one interrupts us, nothing stands between us. Eventually I slow the kiss, biting her lower lip and sucking it between my lips. The whimper she makes has my cock pressing against my zipper. I turn us so my back is to the river, just in case the people on the pontoon look over.

My hand trails over her hip, up her ribcage, and I ghost my fingertips over her breast. Krista gasps into my mouth and I deepen the kiss again, squeezing her breast in my hand. Before it gets indecent, I pull back. Her lips are wet, her eyes half closed. I’ve never seen anything sexier in my whole goddamn life.

Maintaining the contact, I circle her nipple with my fingertip. She curses under her breath.

“Should we head back?” I ask in a husky voice.

“God, yes.”

I can’t help the burst of surprised laughter at her tone. She wants what I want.

We have to get back to the RV. Now.

I take her hand and turn back on the path. I’d like to run, but I need to control my shit. Although power walking seems to be a new skill.

Chapter 14

We don’t turn on any lights when we get back to the RV. Jude walks ahead of me, holding my hand. He hasn’t let go of me once since we turned and headed back here. My whole body is tingling in anticipation. We’ve been dancing around this since the day we met.

It’s hard to believe it’s only been a few days. It feels like I’ve known him a lifetime.

Jude lets go of my hand once we’re in the bedroom, only to flick on one of the bedside lamps. The soft light is enough to see him by, but it doesn’t fill up the room, just a small corner. He comes back around the bed towards me, never taking his eyes from my face.

I expect him to grab me and pull me into him, like he has done the other times we’ve kissed. Instead, he stops in front of me, one hand coming up to smooth my hair back from my neck. His touch is gentle, nothing like how I thought this world-renowned sex symbol would behave.

His hand comes to rest on the side of my neck, his thumb moving over my jaw.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he asks in a low voice.

I shake my head. Compliments have never been easy for me. My parents always taught me what is on the outside isn’t as important as what is on the inside.

“It isn’t just your face, Krista. It’s everything about you. You take my breath away.”

My eyes burn as the depth of his words takes over me. The sincerity in his voice is real.

“Kiss me,” I whisper.

He lifts his other hand and cups my face in both his palms, then he leans in and presses his lips to mine. I moan, my hands going to his hips, clutching on to him, anchoring myself to him as our tongues swirl together.

Jude runs his hand down the front of my chest, between my breasts and down over my stomach. His fingers move inside my t-shirt and back up. He takes my breast in his hand and squeezes it. Less gentle than he was before, and it makes me gasp into his mouth. It spurs him on and he tilts my head so he can deepen the kiss. At the same time, he spins me and moves me back towards the bed.

I pull on his shirt, lifting it and Jude gets the idea about what I want. Pulling back, he reaches behind his neck and grabs the shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it onto the floor. His chest is smooth, muscular and tanned. I run both hands over his chest, down to his abdomen, touching every bump and ridge.

He’s watching me as I explore his body and he sucks in a breath when I bend forward and press my lips to his collarbone, sucking gently. My hands move to his belt, and I undo it as he takes the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head. His nostrils flare as he takes in the black lace bra. He doesn’t take any time to appreciate it, reaching behind me to unclasp it and drag it down my arms.

His hands take the place of the cups, and his mouth moves to my neck, kissing down my throat. He uses a hand to tilt my head so he can better taste my skin, and I clutch his shoulders.

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