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Suddenly, I felt Jude’s warm hand on my leg, rising higher and higher. I didn’t get mad like I should have. Instead I found myself biting my lip to stifle my moan. Just when his hand was almost where I wanted he let go. I whimpered from its absence but he’d had his desired effect in distracting me.
I planned on ordering the cheapest meal on the menu, but that proved futile since nothing was cheap.
I felt guilty through the entire meal, but it was worth every penny Trent was spending on it. I’d never tasted anything so delicious. The seafood was cooked to perfection and the flavors zinged in my mouth. I wished I could cook something that delicious.
After the meal, we headed back to the beach house. It was late so we all headed straight for bed.
I’d showered before we ate, but Jude hadn’t so he locked himself in the bathroom. I guess I wouldn’t be interrupting his shower like he had mine earlier. I got all tingly just thinking about what happened between us in the shower this afternoon.
While he was showering, I took off my makeup and changed into my pajamas—which was just a t-shirt long enough to cover my thighs. I didn’t bother with pants. The room was on the warm side and if Jude slept with his body plastered against mine again tonight I’d end up drenched in sweat. So, no pants was my solution. I wondered what Jude would think once he discovered I wasn’t wearing any. I wasn’t trying to tease him, or tempt him…okay, maybe a teeny bit.
I turned off the lights and lay down in the bed. I was exhausted from all the fun I’d had today, but I was determined not to fall asleep until he came to bed.
Five minutes later the door cracked open.
From the glow of a nightlight shoved in one of the outlets I could see the beads of water clinging to his abs. One of the droplets of water I stared at disappeared into the top of the white towel wrapped around his waist. I swallowed thickly, my eyes never leaving him as he stepped over to his suitcase and bent to grab a pair of clean boxers. I didn’t even look away when he dropped the towel. I swallowed thickly at the sight. The man was perfect, of that I was sure. “I can feel you watching me,” he stated, pulling his boxers in place and hiding his ass from my greedy eyes.
I didn’t look away when he turned around to face me. I could hear my pulse racing as he approached, his eyes hungry. “You know, I never collected on the sexual favor you owed me for letting you drive the Jet Ski first.”
“Wasn’t that what happened in the shower?” My voice cracked as he hovered above me. His body was large and when he was above me like this I felt so small but protected. I knew he’d never hurt me. At least not physically. Now, my heart? That was a whole other matter. He definitely had the power to break me that way.
“That, my dear Tate,” he flexed his arms in push up position, his mouth sucking on my neck, “was merely a warm-up. You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
I swallowed thickly and felt my body start to break out in a sweat. I wasn’t sure if my body’s response was because I was scared, or turned on. Probably turned on. Yeah, definitely that. My back bowed when his hips dug into mine. Despite my declaration of no sex this afternoon, I was about two seconds away from throwing my underwear across the room.
His fingers found the edge of my shirt and raised it up. He explored my stomach with a soft touch before finding the band of my panties. “I really like that you’re not wearing pants. I think that should be a rule between us.”
“What? Not to wear pants? That would be awfully inconvenient when we had to be in public.” My words should have had a sarcastic biting edge, but instead they came out as a pant.
“No,” he nuzzled my neck, the slight stubble on his cheeks and jaw chafing my skin, but in the most delicious way. “Only when it’s the two of us should the pants come off. I don’t want anyone else seeing what’s mine, and this,” I gasped when his hand clasped me below, “belongs to me.” He kissed my collarbone, up my neck, over my chin, and finally my lips. He pulled away enough to whisper, “I want to touch you, Tatum. That’s all. I swear. I won’t push you for more.”
I swallowed thickly, unable to breathe for a moment as his stare penetrated me. With his body heat warming me and that look in his eyes, I was a goner. I nodded my head slowly, almost imperceptibly at first and then with more surety.
“I want to make you feel good, baby,” he growled, nipping at my skin.
I closed my eyes, heat rushing through my body as he parted my panties. I’d never been one for silly nicknames, but I was really starting to like every name Jude had for me. Even Tater Tot. It was our thing.
Even more than nicknames, I was really enjoying what his skilled fingers were doing to me. I probably should’ve been irritated by just how good he was, but I was too far-gone. I was too wrapped up in him now to get scared for stupid reasons.
I clung to his shoulders as he rubbed his fingers against me. No one had ever touched me there like he was and I’d had no idea it could feel so good.
My breath soon turned to pants echoing against his ear.
His hair brushed against my chin and then his eyes met mine in a questioning manner.
“It feels good,” I assured him.
There was a nervous edge to him, like he was determined to show me a good time.
He wasn’t disappointing.
“Please, Jude,” I begged. “More.”
He kissed me deeply, still moving his hand against me. Two fingers slipped inside me and I gasped, clawing at him. It was tight, but felt amazing.
As he moved his fingers, the pressure built but my tension eased. My body began to relax and it felt even better.
My whole body began to curl in on itself and my eyes closed. My heart sounded like thunder in my ears and I saw sparks behind my closed lids. I knew something monumental was about to happen to me—something I’d never been able to experience with my other sexual encounters.
