Page 70 of The Plus One
“My back and my ass,” Jude said with a smile in his voice.
Indira tilted her head to meet his eyes, arching a skeptical brow.
“Look for yourself if you don’t believe me,” he said, his grin unrestrained.
Indira lifted the sheet that covered his bare butt.
“Are you going to kiss those too?” Jude asked, propping himself on his forearms to glance at her over his shoulder with a look of pure innocence as he wiggled his hips.
“You’re the worst,” Indira said, smacking him on the ass, then dissolving into a giggling heap on top of him.
Jude laughed too. It was a raspy, raw sound from lack of use. But it was genuine. And it was good.
The feel of Indira was unreal. The weight of her body, the warmth of her skin, the pure ecstasy of her breasts pressed against his back, all of it was nothing short of decadent.
“Come here,” Jude said, shifting beneath her to lay on his back, pulling her up his body.
She came willingly, those gorgeous eyes like smoke and honey. Jude kissed her forehead, savoring the tickle of her curly hair against his face, trailing his mouth to her temple and cheeks until he finally made it to her mouth.
Their kisses were languid. Hot. Every moment stretching out into a tiny infinity before them like nothing else mattered besides their lips meeting and their tongues tangling. Indira wrapped her arms around Jude’s neck, twisting her fingers into his hair while his hands mapped her body, exploring every inch that had so long been forbidden.
“Are you cold?” he whispered against her mouth, feeling the goose bumps along her arms.
“A little,” she said back, smiling into another kiss. “Why do you sleep with the windows open in October? Don’t you freeze at night?”
“I like the fresh air,” Jude said, tucking her against his chest and pulling the blankets further over them. “And I’ve always liked the crispness of fall. Autumn just smells… good,” he said.
“Wow, you’re quite the word wizard,” Indira said with mock awe.
Jude gently dug his fingers into her side, making her squeal and writhe.
“Stop it!” Indira said, biting his shoulder.
He stopped immediately and Indira nuzzled closer like she could burrow into his skin.
Who was Jude kidding? She was under his skin and in his bones and she’d been there for a long time.
After a few moments of squirming, she stilled, her long body pressed against his, their legs tangled together. “I have an idea,” she said, then yawned.
“What’s that, morning breath?” Jude waved away the air in front of his nose.
“Har, har,” Indira deadpanned, plucking at his chest hairs. “What if you go be a chivalrous, sweet hero, and make us some tea, then come back in bed and we stay here for the rest of forever?”
“Tea?” Jude said, his nose crinkling. “You mean dirty plant water? No thanks. Butyoucan go make us somecoffee.”
“Coffee is beans, dumbass. Hot bean water. Might as well boil some pinto beans.”
“Indira, I’ve regularly seen you drink an entire carafe of coffee yourself, so don’t pretend to be a pretentious tea drinker.”
Indira huffed. “While you may be rigid and stuffy, I am a woman of multitudes and have the capacity to like many things at the same time. Shocking, I’m sure… Plus, I’ll never miss a chance to be contrary toward you. It’s my love language.”
“So, your years of being annoying and combative have just been some sort of extended foreplay?”
Indira turned her head to glare up at him, but her eyes turned hot and sensual. She snaked her hand down Jude’s torso, letting her fingertips gently graze the sensitive skin beneath his happy trail, making his stomach clench and dick harden.
“Perhaps,” she said, her voice a husky whisper. “But something tells me you like it.”
She cupped him below the sheets, then wrapped her fingers around him, eliciting an immediate and near-desperate groan from Jude that made her smile turn smug. Jude shifted, pressing into her fist and gripping her hair in his hands, ready to claim her mouth.
