Page 58 of Hidden Vows
“Let me touch you,” she begs. “I need to touch you.”
I release my hold on her wrists and her hands immediately move to my back, her nails digging in as I move my hand from her hip and press my thumb to her clit. I keep my rhythm slow, trying to draw the pleasure out as long as I can, but Abbey has other plans.
She pushes at me and I give her what she wants, rolling us so she straddles my waist, her hands pressed against my pecs.
“Thank you.” Her eyes are trained on mine as she rolls her hips against me. My thumb lands back on her clit, needing her to come. The feel of her around me, the sight of her pierced nipples and her lust filled eyes—even going slow I’m going to come faster than I want.
“Come for me, mo ghrá.”
She shakes her head but moves faster, and at the feel of herthigh twitching, I know she’s close.
“Yes, let it go.”
“Jude,” she moans, her head falling back as her hips move faster over me.
I surge forward, wrapping my arms around her and press our bodies together. Our lips meet and our tongues dance. The connection between us is more than it’s ever been before.
And just like that, both of us go over the edge, my balls drawing tight as I release everything I am into Abbey.
twenty-six
ABBEY
I clingto Jude like he’s my life raft, keeping me afloat as I drift at sea.
My arms are wrapped around his shoulders, my legs around his waist, and I can’t stop myself from rolling my hips against him one more time, feeling his cock jerk inside me.
“Abbey,” he moans, his lips pressed against mine.
“I can’t move,” I whisper, pulling away slightly. “I don’t want to move.” I dig my nails into the skin at his back and I can’t tell if it’s voluntary or not.
I’m desperate for him.
The contrast of his rough palms running down my back and his smooth chest pressed to mine makes me shiver. I don’t care that we’re sweaty, I want to stay exactly as we are right now.
Jude grips my hips and shifts just enough for his half-hard cock to slip free, but the feel of something wet sliding down my thigh makes me freeze. I know the second Jude realizes the same thing when his back goes taut.
We’re both quiet. There used to be a time I could tell exactly what Jude was thinking, but in this moment I can’t. And I don’t think I hate anything more.
“Abbey,” he whispers. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think. I was to?—”
“No, it’s not just on you,” I interrupt, my eyes staying focused on his. “I’m—I’m on birth control, but I haven’t been tested since I last…” I don’t need to finish the sentence; Jude knows exactly how that thought would end. “I’ve never had sex without a condom,” I rush to say. I hate it’s even something I need to say.
I see his Adam’s apple bob as one of his hands at my hip flexes, and I hate the pain I’m causing him right now.
“I haven’t been tested recently, but I’ve also never been with anyone else, so I assume I’m clean.” There’s no malice in his words, but I still feel a tug in my chest.
The quiet returns, and I have something else to hate now…I hate how we went from riding this high of being together again to this low of hurting each other.
“Jude, I’m sor—” I try to move out of his hold, but his grip around me tightens.
“No. Don’t apologize.” He cups my cheek in one hand, smoothing his thumb over my lips, stopping my words. “You have nothing to apologize for.”
“Jude—”
“No, Abbey.” Like always when his hands frame my face, I melt into his touch. “If we let ourselves, we’ll spend the rest of our lives apologizing to each other for everything that’s happened over the last seventeen years. If we’re really going to move on, we have to forgive each other.” He pauses, his eyes tracing over my face. “And ourselves.”
My eyes fall closed as a tear slips from the corner of my right eye, but he wipes it away with his thumb almost as soon as it appears.
