Page 133 of Can't Get Over You
“I love you.” He took his time with slow, sensuous glides in and out of her slick heat. His heart thundered, and blood roared in his ears. “I love you so much.”
Stay with me.
Don’t leave me.
She wrenched her hands free to grip his ass, drawing him tighter to her. Her back arched, and she met his hips with frantic thrusts. “Jude. I love you. I love you. I love you.”
She wanted more, faster, and he gave it to her. He drove into her so hard that she had to brace her palms on the headboard. He reached under her, hiking up her ass and shifting the angle of friction, until she cried out. Fiery sparks ignited, and she gushed all over his swollen cock. “Jude.”
Hearing her cry out his name like that drove him past the point of return. Spasms wracked his body as one climax after another had his hips twisting, punching, and writhing, sending his spirit soaring into euphoria.
When the shudders stopped, his thrusts slowed, turned lazy, and he lingered inside her. It just felt so delicious, so good.
Finally, he settled back down beside her, pulling her close. Peace enveloped him, and he started to doze. Nothing felt as good as having a sated, warm Finlay boneless and satisfied in his arms.
He could handle her needing some time alone. He could handle her needing space. He’d understand that.
But he didn’t think he’d survive her walking away.
When Finlay woke up, she had to shut her eyes against the light flooding into the bedroom.
She still wasn’t used to sleeping in so late, but Jude was just sopassionate. He wore her out in the best way. Though, really, she didn’t know what she’d do when school started back up again.
The chilly air had her pulling up the blanket, which made her realize her human heating pad was not wrapped around her. Her eyelids popped open to find Jude was gone.
Wow. She must’ve been out cold not to even notice Cody coming in, asking for breakfast. She thought of Jude in his gray sweatpants, hanging low on his hips, shirtless at the stove, as he flipped pancakes and chatted while the little boy stood on a chair at his side, and all she wanted was to be there with them.
Well, really, she wanted to run her hands all over that beautiful ink and kiss the silly moose tattoo with the floppy antlers.He did that for me.
She could hardly believe it. All the years spent thinking it was an unrequited crush—when he’d been feeling it, too.
Wanting to see him, she quickly got out of bed and pulled on her pajamas. She shoved her feet into her slippers and headed down the hallway.
As expected, Cody’s bed was empty, but she didn’t smell melting butter or pancakes. Curious, she headed downstairs. Colored lights twinkled on the tree, and the basket of pinecones by the hearth filled the house with the scent of cinnamon.
It was all just so lovely and perfect.
On the dining room table, she found a note.
Fee,
Took Cody snowboarding with the family. Thought you could use a day off. You’ve been working so hard—take a spa day! Ava will be over around ten to go with you.
Miss you already,
J
Next to it was a stack of bills. He’d left her money to go to the spa.
Her heart shriveled. She didn’t know why the note hurt her feelings. Maybe because he hadn’t included her in the “family’s” plans? No, that wasn’t fair. The brothers were allowed to do things on their own. And it was good for Cody to bond with them.
It was just…what did he mean by a day off? That was something you’d say to a nanny. Not a girlfriend or a lover. The wording was just…off-putting.
In fact, the whole thing made her uneasy.Since when do I do spa days?
But also, this was Cody’s first time on the slopes. She didn’t want to miss that.
Just stop. You’re overreacting.
