Page 14 of Reckless Forever
Judah: We just got the okay from our pilot for the jet, and we’re leaving tomorrow. Let me spend this last night with you.
Just as he crossed my mind, a message from him popped up on the screen. I held the phone in my hand but didn’t respond for a while. I didn’t know what I wanted to do because I thought my silence had pushed him away. However, apparently, someone like Judah pursues what they want. I couldn’t say it wasn’t a good trait, just one that wouldn’t end well.
Me: Same time.
I sent the message before I could talk myself out of it. It was just one night that I had to fight my attraction for him. And I know that I could do it. I got up from my position and went to take a bath. I had about two hours until 10 p.m., but I was going to use every single minute in the tub, meditating my mind.
There was something that pulled me toward Judah, and I don’t know what it is. I was so interested in getting to know more about him. Who was Judah Jennings? He just had this energy that made me feel safe. And as someone who takes a long time to open up, I questioned how I could feel like that about a stranger so quickly.
I went into the bathroom and slid down into the hot water, and it felt like all my worries instantly disappeared. I closed my eyes and lay with my head against the marble rim of the tub. I pulled out my phone and turned on some music as I relaxed and sang along to the songs. Running more hot water every time it got cold.
Then I stood to shower and go through my nighttime routine. When I was finally finished, I glanced at the clock, and it was three minutes until Judah was walking through the door. That was something else that I noticed, he was always on time.
I was just finishing up with my body butter when he walked through the door and locked it behind him.
“Hey,” I said lowly.
“What’s up?” He asked as he took a seat on the edge of the bed.
Something was different about this interaction. I could tell that he was holding back. He wasn’t being his normal self. His eyes went to the TV. The show I had been watching had ended, and now it was a movie about a blizzard.
“Did you know that each snowflake is unique? And that the odds of them being identical are zero.” I dragged my eyes from the TV to him.
It was only then that he smiled and shook his head. I caught myself after I had said it.
“I should really stop doing that, huh? It makes your point every time.”
He shook his head. “It’s cool. You know, I don’t think I ever asked you. Why the hell are you so into the weather, Shorty?”
I sighed and sat down. The light-hearted moment was gone just that fast. “My mother loved storms. She’d sit out on the porch with a snack and watch them. I was terrified of thunder for as long as I could remember. I’d run and get under the bed like it’d save me from the noise. Then one day, she forced me to sit with her, and she explained that the storms were meant to come so that the sky could give us something beautiful. And then a rainbow appeared.”
I didn’t even realize that the tear had fallen until he wiped it from my face.
“Damn, what happened to your moms? If you don’t mind me asking.” He said.
I huffed, and then I rolled my eyes. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
He nodded and pulled me from my position and into his lap. His arms held me as he let me have a moment before I excused myself and went into the bathroom. I wiped my eyes and blewmy nose before looking in the mirror and making sure I didn’t look like the mess I had quickly become.
When I walked out, he grabbed my hand and made me straddle him this time.
“Sorry,” I apologized. His hands fell on my hips as I looked between us at nothing in particular. I was a little ashamed of my reaction to a simple question, but I didn’t expect it. Grief is crazy like that; it hits at the most random times.
“Look, I didn’t know I would upset you. But you don’t ever have to apologize for feeling something.” He said before he placed a kiss on my forehead. It took me a while to look at him, but when I did, my arms immediately went around his neck, and I leaned in to kiss him.
The kiss went from PG to X-rated in record time as our tongues danced and I moaned into his mouth. Judah kissed me with so much passion that I could have orgasmed without him even touching me.
I pushed him backward and leaned over him, just as the last tear was falling from my eye. Then I cupped his face and continued to kiss him before sucking on his bottom lip and running my tongue across it. His groan when I did it nearly sent me over the edge. His hands had snaked up the bottom of my shorts, and he was palming my ass underneath them. His touch was both dominant yet gentle, and I couldn’t explain it.
Then he took control of the moment and rose back up from the bed. He sucked on my neck and trailed the wettest kisses down to my collarbone and then to my breast. He pulled my nipple between his teeth before he licked it and damn near swallowed it whole. I moaned as I gripped his t-shirt between my nails. His dick almost pushed me out of his lap; it was just that hard and at attention.
“Judah,” I panted in anticipation.
“Hmmm?” He asked with his mouth still on my breast.
“I want you,” I admitted for the first time out loud.
He stopped his attack on my body and let my top fall down. Then he looked me in the eyes.
