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He kissed her mercilessly, almost as if punishing her for doubting him. His big hands gripped her bottom and lifted her off the floor. As he carried her into a dark cove, her ankles locked around his waist. Pressing her against the wall, he devoured her while grinding his hard erection against her core.
His hunger enflamed her. She needed more. Needed to rip off his clothes and feel his hot skin against hers. She was going to die if she didn’t get his mouth and hands on her. His familiar scent of clean clothes, pine, and woodsmoke ignited all her senses. The throbbing between her legs demanded relief. “Jude.” She sounded desperate, breathy. “I have to…God.”
He set her down, unzipped her jeans, and yanked them to her ankles. Spinning her around, he set her hands on the wall.
A shiver of delicious naughtiness sizzled through her. “Someone will see us.”
“You want me to stop?”
“No.” It was so wrong. She would never do something like this. She lowered her head to hide her smile.
He smacked her ass. “You gonna be bad for me?” His cock pushed into her opening, teasing.
A frenzy of need made it impossible to answer. All she could do was jut her ass out. She needed more. She needed him all the way inside.
“Yeah. That’s my girl.”
With the combination of sounds from a wrapper tearing, the wail of guitars from the music, and the thump of bass and drums, anticipation built to an unbearable crescendo. Finally, hegripped her hips and, with a punch of his hips, plunged inside. A sizzle exploded in her core and spread like a flashfire to the tips of her fingers and soles of her feet.
He pounded into her recklessly, desperately. Leaning forward, he cupped her breasts, squeezing them in his big hands. He reached between her legs to stroke her sensitive bud.
He was everywhere. His scent, his hands, his mouth, his teeth biting her shoulder. From deep within her body, the roar began, rising in intensity, churning and spinning desire into a lust so intense, she had to curl her toes and fingers to keep herself grounded.
Heat exploded, as she came in a rush so blinding, so shattering, her knees buckled. With a hand on her pelvis to hold her up, he slammed up against her, punching his hips in short, ferocious bursts.
Finally, he pulled out and turned her around, enfolding her in his arms. “Never doubt me again.” He kissed her mouth. “No one will ever compare to you.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
When they walkedin the door, they were surprised to find Boone and Cody playing with Duplo blocks on the living room floor.
Where’d Wyatt go?
And what was the boy doing up so late?
Boone clocked their surprised expressions—it was one in the morning, after all—and stood to go. “Uncle Wyatt got a call and had to go take care of something, and Mr. Big Ears here overheard the whole thing.”
Cody came rushing over. “It’s a coyote, and his tongue got cut off, and there was blood everywhere, and he might be dead.”
“Okay, hang on, buddy.” Jude lifted him into his arms, swiping the hair out of his eyes. The dark circles worried him. “Tell me what happened.”
Boone grabbed his coat. “A coyote got into a garbage can and got his tongue stuck in a can of corn. It’s not cut off, and the coyote’s going to be just fine. I gotta go. I’ll see you both in the morning for Snowfest, right?” He touched the top of Cody’s head and held his gaze. “The coyote’s okay.”
Jude walked his brother to the door. “Hey, man, thanks for coming.”
“Any time.” He paused, uncharacteristically uncomfortable. “So who all came to girls’ night?”
“It was Ava and a new friend, Molly,” Finlay said, putting the blocks back into the box. “Eloise couldn’t get a sitter.”
His gaze cut away, frustration pulling his lips tight. “See you bright and early for the festival.”
“We’ll be there.” After the door shut, Jude headed to the couch and sat down, settling Cody on his lap. It was late, but he didn’t want the boy in bed, imagining worst-case scenarios.
He got his phone out of his pocket and texted his brother.
Jude: You got a second to talk to Cody? He’s upset about the coyote.
It didn’t even take a minute before his phone rang, and Wyatt’s face appeared on the screen. “Hey. Can I talk to Cody?”
