Page 92 of The Surrender
“Then I’m going to pour champagne all over your tits and pussy and lap it all up until you’re begging for penetration.”
“Hmmm.” A hard, distinct bang lands between my legs, making my feet tread on the spot. “Do it.”
“Oh, baby, how you burn for me.” His hand slips past the seam of my leggings and knickers, his fingers stroking through my soaked flesh. “Fuck,” he hisses, as my torso folds and I use his T-shirt to yank his mouth onto mine, kissing all my frustration away.
“You’re irresistible, Jude Harrison,” I garble around his lips, pushing him back against the island.
He turns us, bending me back on the counter, bringing his chest down to mine. “You’re quite irresistible yourself.”
“I am?”
“And coy.” He fists my hair and holds my head as he slams his lips onto mine, grinding his groin into me before reaching for my trainersand pulling them off. They hit the floor with a thud. My leggings are next, peeled down my legs, taking my knickers with them. “Let’s make love, baby,” he says, easing one cup of my sports bra down, his mouth encasing my nipple, sucking it to a bullet. The hard length of him past his jeans rubs into my lower stomach, sending me out of my mind, my hearing becoming distorted, along with my vision.
Ring, ring, ring.
“Ignore it,” I order, as he moves to my other boob, splitting his worshipping tongue across both breasts.
“I had every intention of ignoring it.”
I arch my back as he skates a palm over my hip, and as soon as his mobile rings off, it rings again.
And again.
And again.
By the fifth time, Jude slams his fist into the wood on a curse and surfaces, looking dazed, his lips swollen and wet. “Who the fuck is that?” he grumbles, leaving me on the counter and adjusting himself as he dips into his back pocket. Breathless, I peel myself up from the counter, feeling a little dizzy. And pissy.
I brush my hair off my damp cheeks, trying to catch some air and at the same time curb the powerful throb between my thighs.
“What?” Jude answers, clipped. Then he frowns. And when he looks at me, I one hundred percent do not like his frown. “Yeah, thanks for letting me know.”
“What is it?” I ask when he’s hung up, spinning his mobile in his grasp, thoughtful. “Jude?”
“It was the kitchen.” He starts walking up and down. “There are no nuts in the Eton Mess.”
“Huh?”
He stops and looks at me. “What else did you eat that evening?”
I try to cast my mind back, scratching through my mind for the answer he wants. “Nothing. I only had a few bites of the Eton Mess.”
“Yeah, I thought so.” He places his phone down. “Your food got contaminated, and that’s not acceptable.”
“Oh,” I whisper, watching Jude fall into thought. “So what are you going to do?”
“Take everything off the menu that contains nuts.”
I laugh. “You can’t do that.”
“Watch me.” He crowds me, popping a kiss on the end of my nose. “Arlington Hall is now a nut-free zone.”
My fingers claw into his arse and pull him closer between my thighs. “What are you doing here, then?”
“Ha. Ha.” Rolling his mouth onto mine, he kisses me back down to the counter and slips his touch through my wetness. “Hmmm,” he hums, pushing his fingers into me.
I moan in answer, tightening every muscle, drawing him deeper.
Ring, ring, ring.
