Page 82 of Reckless

“Having my cock in your mouth is fucking heaven, but nothing compares to your pussy.”

My heart hammers and I clench him harder at those words. I’m not used to men talking during sex. The growl of his voice is doing all kinds of things to me, along with the thrust of his cock inside me.

I wish I could see him, watch how his body works as he moves, but he has me so firmly fixed in place I couldn’t and don’t want to get out of his grip.

“This fucking pussy.” He reaches around and touches my clit. “I could fuck it forever and never get enough.”

“Harder,” I strain out.

Jude obliges. He leans back and thrusts harder, slamming me against the counter. It doesn’t take long before I’m going over the cliff, mindless as the pleasure tears through me and I come hard. I may have screamed as he praises me, until he cries out my name and pushes hard against my hips, holding himself still as he spills into me.

I flop forward onto the counter, out of it. When he pulls out, I miss the feel of him inside me. Slowly, I turn to face him. Jude cups both of my cheeks and looks deep into my eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” he whispers.

I’m too scared to answer. He leans in and kisses me, then he bends and sweeps me up in his arms and walks us back to the couch. I wrap my arms around his neck and lean into him. He sits so I’m straddling his thighs and cups my cheek.

The way he looks at me has my heart almost stopping.

“What if I don’t leave?” he whispers. When I frown in confusion, he lifts a hand and strokes my cheek. “In nine days. What if I don’t leave?”

“You mean, stay… Until Chicago?”

He nods. My heart kicks up again, and I put a hand against my chest.

“I’d say… can you do that?”

“Can I? Yes. Should I? Everyone will say no. But I want to. And isn’t that what’s important? What I want. If you want it too…” he trails off.

Placing my hands on his chest, I lean closer. “What does it mean?” I ask.

“I’m not ready to give up on finding out.”

Be honest, Krista. “I’m not either.”

He smiles, but it’s mixed in with a frown. “The one time we left the RV, went back out into the world, my band mate got arrested and some guy tried to hit on you.”

“No, he didn’t.”

“Yeah, he did. I don’t need to read his text, Krista. And I get it. I mean, you’re perfect.”

He brushes some hair back behind my ear. I clutch his shoulders. What he is saying is wonderful. It’s what every woman longs to hear, but this isn’t a normal situation. We have to be careful.

“He can’t have you.”

My gulp is almost audible.

“I want to stay. But it’s up to you. If you want me to leave when I said I would, then I will go.”

The weight of that decision bears down on me. I stare into his eyes and think back over the last week of my life. I’ve been happier than I’ve been in a long time. He’s intrigued me. He’s gotten under my skin. We’ve clicked in ways I didn’t think possible.

“I don’t want you to go.”

His relief is immediate. His thumb moves over my cheekbone, gently sweeping over the skin. He doesn’t say anything else, as he presses a kiss to my lips, then pulls back.

“We’re naked,” he states.

“I know.”

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