Page 131 of The Winslow Brothers

A hundred different feelings stirred in my belly. Confusion. Disappointment.Relief.

I still don’t know what to make of any of it, but with Jude’s lips persistent against mine, it’s currently the furthest thing I’m thinking about. Hell, I can hardly unlock my door as we stumble into my apartment, his arms around me and his kiss a fierce, determined force guiding and heightening my arousal.

Ever since he decided it was time to leave that club,leave that bedroom, we haven’t stopped kissing or touching each other. Not during the ride on the subway. Or during the three-block walk to my building.

And not now that we’re inside my place either.

I kick off my heels, and Jude lifts me up into his arms, wrapping my thighs around his waist as he strides toward my bedroom.

“Fuck. I need to be inside you,” he says. “Now.”

For once, I just tell it like it is. Say what I’m feeling out loud. “I need that too.”

He groans and presses his mouth to mine again, and our lips and tongues move together in a frenzied, rough tango.

When my back hits my mattress, only then does he disconnect the kiss to slide my dress up my waist and remove my panties. But then, he pauses and says, “Everything off, babe. I need to feel your body against mine.”

I don’t balk, I just do, and all our clothes become a distant memory on my bedroom floor.

Between one beat of my heart and the next, his body covers mine. Every inch of his skin and my skin are touching, connected, rubbing against each other. And I’m wild with the need to feel him,allof him. It’s an all-consuming craving that feels impossible to fully satisfy.

He pauses and leans off the mattress, grabbing for a condom in the back pocket of his discarded pants, but my mouth moves before I can even think.

“No. Don’t.”

He looks at me. “Don’t what?”

“I want to feel you inside me. Bare.”

“But—”

“I’m on birth control,” I add in a rush. “And I’m safe, clean, and—”

“I’m clean too,” he cuts me off. “But are you sure, Sophie?”

I nod, but then I quickly say, “Only if you want it, too.”

He doesn’t respond with words. Instead, heshowsme his answer through actions.

With his body over mine, he guides himself inside me…completely bare.Just like I wanted.Just like I need.Inch by inch, I can feel him…reallyfeel him, and it’s better than anything before.

He slowly stokes our intimate connection as his blue eyes stare deep into mine, and our mouths are so close, we’re sharing breaths and moans.

And it’s all so soft and sweet andperfect. It’s eye contact and touching and feeling and just…becoming one.This doesn’t feel like just sex anymore. It feels like something entirely different.

It feels likemore.

Jude’s eyes stay connected with mine, and with each of his thrusts inside me, I feel like another piece of my heart slides out of my chest and into his.

“God, you’re everything.”

Those words are a mere whisper, a barely heard wisp of sound that my ears almost can’t discern, but I swear they come straight from his lips.

I feel the same way, I silently think.

“Sophie.”

That time, Iknowit’s him. And his sapphire eyes hold the kind of emotion that doesn’t stem from a mere good time. The kind of emotion I’ve been feeling for him for far longer than I can even admit to myself.

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