Page 83 of Reckless

“That was a heavy conversation for two naked people.”

I can’t help but laugh. He never says what I think he is going to say. There should be more to this conversation. But I don’t want to have it. I just want to have him.

“It’s cold. What do you say we go be naked under the covers?” I suggest.

Jude tweaks my nipple, which is already hard. Then he cups my breast and bends down to bite the nipple, making me shiver.

“Sounds like a fine idea.”

“It will draw more attention, if I’m being honest.”

“Really?” Jude looks back at the mirror. He adjusts the hat. “It makes me look fierce.”

I slap his bare ass and laugh then go to walk away, but he grabs my wrist, pulling me backwards and wrapping an arm around my waist. With the other hand, he takes off the cowboy hat and plonks it down on my head.

We’ve spent the last few hours in bed, alternately wrapped around each other, or talking and watching the sun disappear on the horizon through the bedroom window. Jude has made me come more times in one night than I have during the entire course of some past relationships.

“If you go out like this, it will take all the attention off me,” he grins as I pull away from him and go into the bedroom. I glimpse the hat in the mirror on the closet door.

“Me wearing this hat?”

“No. You wearing that hat with a top I can see your nipples through, and a pair of panties that say Wednesday on them. You know it’s Sunday, right?”

“Get me some cowboy boots and you’re on,” I wink. “And mom always said I was a rebel.” I pat my ass where the words are scrawled across my butt cheeks on the back of my underwear.

Jude lays back on the bed and puts his hands behind his head. He’s still gloriously and unashamedly naked. I can’t help but ogle him as he watches me take the hat off and drop it on the end of the bed. With great effort, I draw my eyes up to his face.

“Back to our earlier conversation. That hat doesn’t make you blend in. If anything, it will draw more attention. It’s too sexy.”

“Is that so?” He looks smug as hell. “A ball cap works, but a cowboy hat doesn’t?”

“You can’t walk down any street in any city in the US without seeing at least a dozen guys in a baseball cap. How many do you see in cowboy hats?” I crawl onto the bed, moving over his lower legs to get to my side.

My side?

“What if I get a different hat? Like… a Sombrero.”

“In Minnesota? Even in the summer, you sometimes need a woolly hat up in the north.”

“A ski-mask?”

“That would draw different attention.” I get under the covers and lean over to turn out the light. The lamp on his side is still on. “We don’t have to go into the city, if it’s a problem.”

“It’s fine. The shorter hair, the beard, one of those lumberjack shirts I wouldn’t be caught dead in on a normal day, no one will know it’s me.”

“Well, don’t take any chances.”

“It’ll be fine,” he rolls over, tucking one arm under his cheek.

“I’ve got us a rental. It’s easier to get around the city in a car. It’s being dropped off here in the morning.”

“You think of everything.” He tugs on the sheet, so it goes down around my waist.

I’m still wearing the thin sleep shirt but he’s right, my nipples are erect and obvious beneath the fabric. I’ve done everything within my power not to stare down his body. I’m not sure how I’ve managed it. He has a beautiful body, to go with his beautiful face and, whether he would agree or not, his beautiful mind.

My greedy eyes go there now, following the long, lean lines of his torso, the ridges of his abdomen and the dip of his hip bones, that tantalizing V shape pointing down to the good stuff. His cock is straining, hard and thick, lying against his upper thigh.

“Oh,” I suck in my bottom lip.

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