Page 75 of Reckless

“You dance?” I ask.

“I’ve got moves you’ve never seen,” he winks.

“Did you just reference a Julia Roberts movie?”

“I don’t know, did I?” He looks confused.

Okay, he doesn’t seem like a guy who’s watched My Best Friend’s Wedding. I wave it off, then nudge him. He slides out of the booth and takes my hand, leading me over to the dancefloor.

Jude takes my elbows and raises my arms, wrapping them around the back of his neck, then he glides his fingers down the outsides of my arms, along my ribs, his thumbs dipping so they press beneath the swell of each breast, then on down to my hips.

He moves, slotting his body in close to mine. It’s a fast-paced song so his hips move along with the rhythm, grinding into me, our faces close together. I gasp when his hand slides under the hem of my dress, between my thighs, and I make room for it as it continues upwards.

“Fuck, I missed you last night,” he groans against my ear before nipping at the lobe.

My pussy clenches and my eyes close. He toys with the elastic at the side of my panties. I glance around but no one seems to be watching, still this is reckless.

Am I about to…

“Oh,” I moan as his finger dips beneath the fabric and slides against my pussy. “Jude, we can’t-”

“Ssh,” he moves in closer to hide what his hand is doing. “I want to make you come. I want to hear you moan my name.”

I’ve never done anything like this. My instinct is to close my legs and maybe move this to the bathroom.

There is something exhilarating and dangerous about what he is doing to me, while all these people are around us, with no one knowing. Every stroke and every breath against my skin has me spiraling closer and closer.

Jude pushes another finger into me as he sucks on my neck, and a powerful, aching throb takes over me.

“Come, Krista,” his sexy voice rumbles in my ear.

My eyes squeeze tight, my hips lock as I thrust towards him, his fingers going even deeper. I’m clenching and shuddering around them, my head spinning as I drop my forehead to his shoulder.

“Good girl,” he whispers.

Oh God, I’m picking up all kinds of kinks with this guy. Cowboy, praise, rockstar. Fucking in public. What the hell is next?

Jude leans back and brings his hand up. He sucks his fingers into his mouth, tasting me.

That shouldn’t turn me on the way it does. It’s taking all my self-control not to drop to my knees and open his pants. My chest is heaving as I glance over his shoulder.

Drew is looking right at me with wide eyes, before raising her glass and grinning.

Chapter 19

Her friends are nice. Drew is open and friendly, probes a little, but nothing personal. Wayne is more guarded, but when I looked him up, I realized why. He’s had his own share of family drama and dirty laundry being aired. Nothing he’s done. It’s more his older brother, and the youngest.

Luckily, Xander didn’t leave the club with the rest of us. I’ve come across guys like him before. Likes to play the fool, the incessant flirt, but I get the impression there is more behind it when he looks at Krista.

He’s good at hiding it and she wouldn’t believe me if I told her. From a guy’s perspective, it’s pretty fucking obvious. I’m glad he stayed away most of the night. I take comfort in knowing she’s been around him for years and never gone there.

Their house is impressive. Krista tells me all about the pool and how she’s looking forward to taking a dip tomorrow. Now, that is something I wouldn’t mind seeing.

We haven’t talked about the band. We haven’t been alone since I showed up at the club. I didn’t let that stop me from getting what I wanted. That she let me, on the dancefloor in her friend’s club, shocked the hell out of me.

I’m not sure what came over me. I’ve never done anything like that before. I lose my head when I’m around her.

Fortunately, Wayne’s exclusive room in his nightclub is safer than any place I’ve been before. The security alone was impressive. Not one person cared who I was. No one approached me for an autograph or tried to take a picture. It was refreshing.

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