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The moment his ass hit the bed, he loosened his hold and flung his arms wide. It took a moment to catch his breath. “That’s the single most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Eyes blazing, she wiped her mouth and sat up. Her chest rose and fell with harsh breaths, making her tits jiggle.
Unbelievably, desire flowed back into him. “Got to get a mouthful of those.” He tugged on her arm, settling her beside him.
Nuzzling her neck, he held the weight of her breast in his palm. He kissed the tip, pushing them both together and learning her pleasure points from her breathy sighs and shuddery gasps. As he sucked the other nipple into his mouth, his fingertips grazed her stomach, dipping into her slick, hot core. He lazily stroked her—everywhere but where she needed it most. And when he slid inside to caress the sensitive patch, he was rewarded with a rush of desire coating his fingers.
When her hips rocked impatiently and her gasps turned into desperate cries, he skimmed his mouth down her torso. Shifting between her legs, he held her thighs open and licked inside. Her knees lifted, and her fingers tangled in his hair.
The moment his tongue licked her clit, her hips shot off the bed, and she pressed herself to his mouth. Another rush ofpleasure coated his tongue, and she yanked his hair so hard it stung at the roots.
He loved it. He loved arousing her, tasting her, and feeling her everywhere on his body.
Her sounds were so erotic, so exciting, he went mindless, sucking and licking, gripping her ass with one hand while rubbing that inner patch with the other.
She came with a cry, her neck arching, her heels digging into his lower back, and her hips slamming hard against his mouth. “Yes, yes, yes. Oh,God.”
After the tension left her body, she collapsed like a rag doll. One more tremor went through her, and she let out a breath. “Mmm. So good.Sogood.”
There was a moment when the familiar sense oftime to gohit him. It was just what he did, a habit. He never slept in the same bed with a woman. But this time, the impulse sputtered out and died. Because the idea of tearing himself away from the warm body curled up beside him made his heart thunder and perspiration break out behind his neck.
No, he didn’t think he could leave her.
“So much better than my fantasies.” She sounded sleepy.
He reached over to turn out the light.
“If you wake up and want some boom-shakalaka,” she said, “look in the nightstand. He took the big stuff, but I doubt he bothered to clean out all his drawers.”
“Now you tell me,” he muttered.
“Got to give you something to look forward to.”
Chapter Seventeen
In the middleof the night, Jude awoke with a start.
Curled up to him, Fee slept deeply, peacefully. Her hair spilled across his chest, and he breathed in the scent of her perfumed shampoo and body lotion.
Gratitude flooded him. He couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe he got to be with her.
But not knowing how much time they had together made him greedy for more. He wanted to slide into her from behind, take his time fucking her. Slow, deep thrusts, filling her, working them both up into a frenzy.
But he had the strangest sensation. An urgency to go check on Cody.
Carefully, he slid out from under her arm and leg. He drew the covers over her shoulders and brushed a strand of hair off her cheek, tucking it behind the prettiest little shell of an ear.
His heart was so full, he couldn’t help pressing a light kiss on her cheek. Then he threw on his sweats and a T-shirt and headed into the hallway. He didn’t want to leave her, wanted nothing more than to crawl back under the covers with her, but he couldn’t ignore the alarm going off in his body.
When he got to Cody’s room, he peered inside. At first glance, he seemed fine. He was asleep. He’d kicked the sheets off, and he looked so little, his body curved, arms clutching his red blanket.
But as Jude’s vision adjusted to the dark, he noticed the boy’s expression. Even though his eyes were closed, emotion fluttered across his face like he was watching an action movie.
When Jude came closer, he noticed the boy’s muscles flinching. He didn’t know whether he should wake him or let him sleep through it. He didn’t have a clue how to take care of a kid.
Then again, who better to relate to the experience of being in a strange house with people he barely knew? Jude had been a scared little boy, too. He sat on the mattress and touched Cody’s back. It was so frail, the bones so delicate.
How do I make it right for him?
