Page 120 of Can't Get Over You
“That’s Cody’s money. It’ll put him through college, get him a car, whatever he needs.” But he knew what this man needed to hear. “I’ve got him, Carlo. I’ll take care of him.” A fist squeezed his lungs, bringing a sting of tears to his eyes. He blinked them away.
He didn’t know how badly he wanted this until he got Carlo’s encouragement.
“Best Christmas present ever.” The older man sounded lighter than Jude had ever heard.
“Yeah.” His gaze landed on the wooden puzzle Cody was working, the pile of books on the coffee table, and his superhero tumbler. “For all of us.”
“All right, then. Talk later.”
Snatching up the water bottles, Jude climbed the stairs. Judge Adams might not be inclined to grant him custody, but he’d figure out what he needed to do to change his mind.
When he checked on Cody, he found him fast asleep and clutching the red blanket. The rush of emotion came hard and fast, and he had to blink back tears. This boy… It was more than wanting to protect him and give him a home.
I love him.
I do.
Man, he was a mess of feelings these days. The past few weeks had shaken him up, and now, the cork had popped off. There was no holding anything back.
Tomorrow, they’d talk about what the boy should call him. He was done with Mister.
He hurried down the hallway, eager to tell Fee about the phone call. As he entered the bedroom, the yellow lamplight turned her hair to a fiery bronze. She rubbed lotion into her hands, her gaze softening when she saw him. “Is he still knocked out?”
“Yeah.”She’s so pretty. He tossed the water bottles onto the floor and stalked toward the bed.
“He couldn’t stop talking about working with the ‘guys’ today. I heard all about carving out the interior of the house while Wyatt worked on a sled, and I guess Boone’s decided to make actual reindeer. He said the only thing missing was Santa, but that you guys wouldn’t have time to put that much detail in.”
“There’s only one more day left, so we’ll just have his feet sticking out of the chimney. But yeah, he had a blast.” He landed on top of her, bracing his weight with a hand at either side of her head. “You smell good.”
Since she wasn’t plucking her T-shirt away from her chest, he got a good view of her beaded nipples and the slight jiggle as she talked. He was about to slide his hand under the soft cotton when he noticed the logo.
University of Washington? “You went to UCLA.”
“I know. So?”
He sat back on his heels. “Then whose shirt are you wearing?”
She had to look down. “Oh, it’s Matt’s. I sleep in it sometimes because it’s so big and soft.”
He got out of bed and pulled her up by her arms. “Not anymore.”
“What? No, it’s just a shirt. It doesn’t mean anything. If you think I have an emotional attachment to—Jude!”
He yanked the fabric up and over her head. Tossing it aside, he said, “You need a big shirt, I’ll get you one. But you’re not wearing another man’s shirt around me.”
“Well, gosh, tiger, whatever will I wear?” Her eyes gleamed with excitement, and she did a little shimmy. Those luscious, plump breasts bounced. “I’ll have to sleep naked.”
He unbuckled his belt and whipped it out of his jeans. It landed with a clink on the floor. At the sound, her eyes went hot and sultry. “Give me that ass.”
Was there anything sexier than the way she pulled down her white lace panties and kicked them off with a pink-painted toe and then crawled onto the mattress, hiking her plump, peach-shaped ass in the air? Hell, no, there wasn’t.
He untied his boots, stripped off his socks, briefs, and T-shirt, and then caressed a cheek with his hand. “Come here.”Gripping her hips, he hauled her up against him, sliding his cock along her soft, wet core.
My God, I want this woman.
He leaned over her body, running his hands up her sides and then cupping her tits. He knew just how she liked to be touched, so he slowly nudged into her opening while gently massaging her breasts. When she was rocking back against him and moaning, and he couldn’t take it anymore, he slid deep inside his woman.
Just before straightening, he pinched her nipples and felt the rush of pleasure soak him. Yeah, he knew what she liked. Clamping his hands on her hips, he rammed into her, giving them both the friction and pace they needed.
