ELLISON: I can’t help it. The second trimester is no joke—I want sex all the time
BEA: I’m sure Montana is heartbroken
LANA: I just want it because Mason is hot as hell and has abs
ELLA: And it has nothing to do with the way that man worships the ground you walk on
LANA: It’s honestly ridiculous how perfect he is
NESSA: I told Jensen he was breathing too loud today
NESSA: So same
A surprised laughbubbles up from my chest, drawing Jude’s attention, his pen hovering over his book of sudokus.
“Do I even want to know?” he asks, his drawl low and sexy.
It has a rush of need coursing through my body.
Dammit.
“Ellison saw some trend on social media, Lana tried it with Mason and said it was a success, among other things, and Nessa thinks Jensen breathes too loud.”
“What’s the trend?”
“It’s a book boyfriend thing. People trying to recreate different things they find attractive in books.”
“That’s something you do?”
My cheeks heat as I brush my hair back from my face. “I mean, some people do. I’ve never been with someone that I was comfortable being, like, so hey, there’s this thing…”
He blinks at me.
And then again.
Unhurried, he sets his book and pen on the end table, the footrest of the recliner slowly returning to the floor as he stares at me.
“What are you doing?” I manage, proud of myself for not pressing my palms to my flaming cheeks.
“Giving you what you want.”
“But I didn’t ask for anything.”
He doesn’t argue. Instead, he offers me his hand, his palm huge and rough as it slides against mine.
I let him pull me up, my heart racing as my breasts brush against his chest, the side of his finger lifting my chin up until I meet his gaze.
“Show me.”
33
JUDE
“You need a baseball hat,” she whispers, her lips parted and pouty.
And perfect.
The puzzle hadn’t been much of a distraction tonight. Arden trying to keep her distance always sets me on edge. But then I watched her blush reading whatever was on her phone, her eyes widening with little smirks and smiles before she laughed.