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I feel the radiance of his smile and let it wrap around me, warming me from the inside out.
Judge has been tense the last couple of days. I don’t know if it’s from the death of that Earl guy, the fact I know about his affairs with the women, or if it’s something else. Any time I ask what’s bothering him, he blows my concern off, saying it’s nothing to worry about. But I do worry. I don’t like the troubled look in his eyes.
I’m distracted from my thoughts when his hands wrap around my waist and I’m hoisted up until I’m straddling his waist and looking down at him. His hands take a slow journey up my ribs, and I bite back a moan when his fingers tweak my nipples.
“You’re beautiful,” he says.
“Thank you.”
Every time I look at him, my breath catches. He’s always been the most handsome man I’ve ever laid my eyes on. He’s only gotten better-looking over the years.
I ease back against him and feel his erection nestle between my cheeks. I can just barely make out his tattoos through the dark, and my fingers trace over the fine lines.
“When did you get this?”
He moves my hips back a fraction until the lips of my sex open and settle around his hardness. A low whimper escapes me and his jaw clenches, his hands tightening against my flesh. My fingers dig into his ribs, and I begin a slow rock back and forth, our combined climax from moments ago lubricating our movements.
“A week after I ended things,” he groans huskily.
His hips flex upward, pressing him more against me. Gathering my hair, he pulls it over my shoulder. The long strands tickle my nipple, beading the tip into a hard peak.
“Why?” I clear my throat when the word comes out breathless. “If we were over, why mark your body with something I loved?”
“For that very reason. If couldn’t have you, I still wanted a piece of you with me.”
“Why the singed edges?”
My breath hitches when his dick twitches, jumping against my clit.
“It represents something beautiful but flawed. The beauty is you, the flaws are me.”
He stuffs another pillow beneath his head.
“You know what I see?” I ask quietly.
“What?”
“I see something beautiful and flawed, but also salvageable. We’re the flower, Judge. What we had was beautiful and magnificent. It wilted when we fell apart, but it didn’t die. We’ve made it bloom again.”
His hands snake up my chest, fingers wrapping in my hair, and I’m tugged down. Our lips meet, and the kiss we share is ravishing and gentle all at once.
“I love you,” he whispers a hairsbreadth away from my lips. I close my eyes, overwhelmed by the words I never thought I’d hear him say again.
My eyes slide back open and lock on his green gaze. “I love you, too.”
His lips tip up at the sides. Yeah, he knows I love him. Knows I never stopped.
Lifting his head, he nips my bottom lip and arches his hips. “Now ride me, Ellie.”
Sitting back up, I rotate my hips forward and backward, his cock sliding along my pussy, the head nudging my clit. The friction robs me of breath and my mouth falls open on a silent moan.
I place my hand on the center of his chest, right where his heart beats beneath his sternum. Lifting my hips, I notch the tip at my opening and my eyes flutter closed as I slowly lower myself. His hands smooth up my thighs until he reaches the creases, and he uses his thumbs to spread my labia.
“Damn,” he hisses. “So pretty and pink. I love watching you take my cock, baby.”
My eyelids slide open to find his hooded gaze zeroed in on our connected bodies. I’ve always found it incredibly erotic when he watches his erection slide in and out of me.
Lifting my hips until just the tip is inside, I glide back down. His hardness rubs against the tight inner muscles, eliciting a low cry from my lips. I repeat the move over and over again, lifting and falling faster and faster. Judge grips my hips and grinds upward each time I move down, hitting the hidden spot inside that always sends me over the edge.
