Page 56 of You Had Me at Chocolate

“Does this thing require a degree in aeronautical engineering to get it undone or should I just rip it as well?”

Clem laughed, a wild thrill shooting through her at his careless impatience. “It’s a front clasp.”

He broke into a smile that turned her belly over several times. “The best kind.”

His hand slid onto her stomach sparking electricity and Clem shivered as his fingers trekked upward not pausing as they delved into her cleavage. It took a second to find the clasp during which time his knuckles brushed against the inner slopes of her breasts, hardening her nipples and spreading goose bumps in their wake. Then he had it, the cups falling away, freeing her fully to his gaze.

“Jesus,” he whispered as he watched her breasts swing free. “You have the nicest fucking tits.”

Nipples, already pebbled, turned to taut peaks beneath the hot rove of his gaze and the filthiness of his mouth. Clem knew the librarian stereotype that was out there in the public should have her not approving of such crude language. But she loved language of all types and she freaking loved that Jude was looking at her breasts like they were a five-course degustation dinner for one.

And she was no prudish librarian.

A fact she proved when a dollop of cold mousse landed on her heated nipple and she gasped then moaned, “Fuuck.” When his mouth followed, hot and urgent, licking at first then sucking, pulling on the engorged tip so damn hard, her words weren’t even intelligible.

But for sure, had they been remotely translatable, they’d have been cuss words.

“God, I want to eat all of you,” Jude whispered, his head lifting briefly to scoop up more mousse and smear it on the other nipple before following through again with his mouth, licking and sucking and swirling, devouring it, eating up every last bit.

It was so damn good Clem’s neck ceased being able to support her head and she clutched at his nape as she lost the battle, her hair brushing her shoulder blades, her pulse crashing and her lungs heaving and little darts of pleasure traveling from her nipples to the hard, raised nub between her thighs, already pulsing in response. And when his hands spanned her ass and pulled her in tight against him, the roaring ache between her legs finding the roaring hardness between his, she actually thought she was going to come.

“Jude.” She raised her head—with difficulty—as his fingers pinched and toyed with her nipples. Her pulse was like a water-hammer through her veins, her fingers shaking as she reached for his fly and yanked it down. “Condom,” she panted and she didn’t care how feral it sounded as her hand reached for his underwear.

She needed more. She needed all of him. She needed the hardness pressing between her legs pounding inside her.

“Wallet,” he muttered around a nipple, not lifting his head, not relinquishing his mouthful. “Back pocket.” And returned to what he was doing with a vengeance.

Abandoning her attempt to get into his underwear, Clem blindly groped for his pocket, her fingers finding the wallet and yanking it out. Raising it above his head, she opened it, finding the square foil and grabbing it, tossing the wallet who-knew-where, as she attempted to open the packet. It was no easy feat given she could barely see through the haze of lust caused by Jude’s hot, wet mouth and her hands shaking so damn hard but, after several attempts, she got there.

A triumphant cry slipped from her mouth as she tossed the foil aside and reached between them again, yanking down his underwear, finding the steely hard length of him and wrapping her fingers around. He groaned, hot air rushing out around her nipple, the deep rumbly noise traveling straight through the wall of her chest.

“Jesus Christ,” he swore as he finally released her from the torture of his tongue and Clem felt his blasphemy everywhere.

In her throat, in her gut, in her clitoris.

Pressing his forehead to the center of her chest, he grunted as her fingers found the taut crown of his cock. Hot air fanned her skin from his rough pants as Clem slipped the latex sheath down his girth.

“Now,” she said urgently, her pulse a drumbeat surging through her temples, thrumming through her blood, throbbing between her legs. She angled him toward her with one hand, and swept her underwear aside with the other. “Please, Jude.”

The need for Jude had become more and more frantic, rising like a marauding beast. It was so freaking bad that she’d get on her knees and beg him for it if she had to.

But she didn’t have to.

He just lifted his head, his mouth taking hers, kissing her hot and hard, as he banded his arm around her back, slid a hand between them to notch himself at her entrance and, grabbing her hip, shoved into her hard.

Clem cried out, clutching at his shoulder as the thrust tore the breath from her lungs. Clearly the height of the countertop was just right for going deep.

“Oh god, sorry,” he panted, breaking away, his eyes blazing as he looked down into hers, his forehead creased in concern. “Did I—”

“No.” Clem shook her head vehemently, reveling in the hard ridge of him searing like a brand inside her. “It’s good…” She breathed out unsteadily. “It’s really good.”

“Goddamn,” he muttered. “So good.”

“I want it just like this.”

Then she slid her hand onto his nape and pulled him closer, meeting his lips halfway, wrapping her legs around his hips, keeping them locked tight as he groaned into her mouth, kissing her hard, too.

Kissing her like he was starving. Fucking her like they were dying.

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