Chapter 21 #2
I tipped her chin up and kissed her. A gasp squeaked out of her and I growled against her lips. If I wasn't climbing out of my skin to hold her and taste her and keep her, I would've spent the next ten hours doing everything in my power to tease that sound out of her once more.
"Arms up, baby," I said, gripping her shirt. "That's it. Good. Let me get you warm."
When I tossed it aside, I buzzed my hands down her sides, up her back, across her belly. Her lips parted in the most delicious way and her body was a fever dream of memories.
I leaned in to press a kiss between her breasts.
Goose bumps broke out along her arms and chest as I traced my knuckles over the cups of her bra.
Instinct told me to hurry the hell up, to just fucking get there, but something even older than instinct told me to go slow, to get it right. "You're different now."
"You too," she whispered, her hands scrabbling at my torso, my back. Gulping down everything she could reach.
"Looks good on you." I turned her around to face the dresser and mirror hanging above it. Dropping my attention to the spot where her neck and shoulder met, I kissed and nipped at her until she laughed, shrieked, squirmed in my arms. "I like it."
Though it was dark, I met her gaze in the mirror as I rocked my shaft against her ass. I brought a hand to the flat of her belly, countering the pressure from behind, and spread out my fingers until two slipped into her panties.
Her lips parted on a breath, and then, "You never answered my question."
I stared at her reflection as I tapped her clit. "Which one? You have me a little distracted with other matters here."
"What are you going to do about me making you jealous?" she asked, her hands fluttering at her sides like she didn't know where they belonged.
I solved that problem with a quick, hard pinch to her clit. It wasn't nice and wasn't meant to be, as her guttural cry confirmed. But it put a stop to the overthinking. "Let me show you," I said, grinding into her once more. "Don't move unless you want me to stop."
I placed her hands on the dresser in front of us.
Pressed a palm between her shoulder blades until she bent at the waist, her cheek on the faux wood surface.
My blood whomped through my veins at the sight, loud and reckless.
Goddamn, I didn't even know where to start. I just knew I didn't want it to end.
With her jeans out of the way, I dropped to my knees.
I wasn't interested in fucking around with panties, as fuck-hot as they were, and peeled those off next.
Her breath caught when I widened her stance and she yelped when I traced my knuckles down the inside of her thigh.
Those long, lean dancer's muscles trembled under my touch. Perfect.
My imagination went to a dangerous place and it dug in there.
Filthy, desperate thoughts unspooled before me, each one a little wilder, a little more devastating.
I could pick her up and carry her to that bed and worship her until the sun burned out.
Defile her in every way I knew, come up with a few others I didn't. Show her that it wasn't over, had never been over.
Prove that I could give her everything she needed.
Promise her anything, everything. Fuck her until she forgot the names of everyone who'd come since me.
I ran my fingertips between her legs, barely a touch at all but still enough to have her slapping a hand against the dresser.
A shudder moved through her as I stroked, and while my hands trembled, I grinned at the perfect heart shape of her ass.
Too cute. I rubbed my cheek against her, letting her feel the scrape and bristle of my beard against that smooth skin.
"Jude," she cried out.
I nipped at her backside. Couldn't see the welt but I knew it was there. "You want me to stop?" A breath passed, then another. No response. "That's what I thought."
I rubbed my thumbs along her seam, spreading all the wet I found waiting for me. I leaned in, speared my tongue through the same path I'd just teased. She jerked against me and I heard a yelped "Oh!" between the rumbling thunder.
I knew if I even thought about that sound again, I'd lose it.
I wanted to make this good for her but goddamn I was already hugging the edge.
I wanted to play and explore and learn this gorgeous woman all over again.
But I also wanted to devour her until she lost the ability to stand on her own—and that desire won out in the end.
I gripped the back of her thigh hard, hard enough to dent her perfect skin.
"What did I tell you about staying still? "
I didn't wait for a reply and went back to drowning myself between her thighs. Her scent surrounded me, rich and intoxicating. The feel of her against my tongue woke up one of the purest memories of her I had. One I'd buried so deep I'd almost forgotten. But I knew this. I'd always know it.
Her legs shook as I dragged my tongue around her clit, though when I shifted my hand to steady her, I realized I was shaking too.
I ran those trembling fingers up her thigh, across the crease where her leg met the round of her ass, and over those plump, pretty lips.
She breathed out a gorgeous moan as I pet her and I wanted—fuck, I wanted everything.
I wanted to take her the fuck apart and make her watch while I did it and I wanted to let her crush me into shards too small to ever put back together—just fucking end me, once and for all.
I pushed a finger inside her, then another, and heard a choked "Oh my god" that had me grinning into her cunt. It was nice to know I could still do something right.
She rocked against me and we fell into a tentative rhythm, my fingers shuttling into her as I sucked and stroked her clit.
I fucking loved it. Even if we went no further, I knew this would be enough for me.
Tonight, this week, the rest of my fucking life.
If I stopped and thought about this at all, my cock would burn a hole through my jeans and spill for entire minutes.
We didn't speak. My mouth was fully occupied and Audrey stayed quiet, offering little more than soft gasps and murmured hums. But I thought we needed it that way. We still couldn't find the right things to say to each other but this—this we could do.
I sank onto my heels and pulled Audrey with me, forcing her legs wider and tilting her hips to feed me that sweet, shining clit.
I wanted her to get it, to use me, to go after the friction she needed.
With my free hand, I wrested my jeans open, gave myself a quick, quelling tug.
Nothing short of obscene, the two of us.
A tremor moved up her legs and into her core, and I felt a gorgeous clench that drew my fingers deep into her cunt. She clawed at the dresser as I kept the pressure steady on her clit and my arousal turned into a sharp, concentrated thing. It would rip me open if I let it, and I would.
I'd never known how to save myself when it came to Audrey. Never cared to learn.
"Oh— Oh my— Yes." That last word spilled out in a sigh and I was certain I'd never be able to get another woman off without hearing that sound in my head. Fuck, I'd never be able to get myself off without hearing it.
I felt the pounding of her pulse against my tongue and my hand was wet down to my wrist. I could've stayed here all night. Could've served her from my knees until we both collapsed.
Except, no. That wasn't what she needed now.
Skimming my fingers along the outsides of her thighs, I pushed to my feet. Everything inside me yanked tight like a hunger pang. Breaths heaved out of her as I dragged her up from the dresser and folded my arms around her. I pressed my lips to her neck as she shook against me.
It was good that we didn't say anything. It would be wrong, whatever I came up with. And she'd find the smallest possible string of words to destabilize my entire existence.
She reached back, blindly pawing at my jeans. When she got a handful, she fumbled them down far enough to make her point.
"I don't have a condom," I said, hating myself more in that moment than ever before.
"Doesn't matter," she panted.
I blinked at that. I could not have heard her correctly. "Say that again?"
"I can't get pregnant right now," she said. "And I haven't been with—"
"Fuck, princess, say less." I locked one arm around her waist, holding us steady as I gripped my cock. She was so fucking wet. And soft. Like nothing else in the world. Her head dropped back against my shoulder and her nails bit into my forearm. We groaned together at the unbelievable pressure.
I was barely inside her when the room filled with artificial light and my phone buzzed like a record scratch, Percy's photo flashing across the screen.
We stared at it as her fingers dug trenches in my forearm. I swallowed hard. My brain was buried an inch inside her and only the thinnest shred of my consciousness wanted to be someone's parent tonight. If he could just go to sleep without me this one time… "I'll talk to him later."
She sucked in a long breath that squeezed the almighty fuck out of my shaft. "Are you sure?"
The buzzing stopped but it started up again before I could promise that my son had the ability to wait thirty minutes. An hour if we wanted to be ambitious.
But— "You should take that."
Everything inside me ached and I bent, dropping my forehead to her shoulder because I knew this was over. For now. All I could say was, "Fuck."
A stifled laugh. "Yeah."
She wriggled away from me as best she could, considering I had her in a stranglehold and pinned to a dresser, saying, "Talk to him.
It's okay. He needs you." Her head down and an arm over her chest, she darted toward the bathroom.
"I'm just going to— I mean, my hair. It's all wet.
I should— Yeah. That's what I'll be doing. In there."
The bathroom door closed behind her, leaving me standing there in the dark with my dick out and my head fucked fourteen different ways.
A full minute passed where I stared at that door, the phone vibrating and my body pulsing, and couldn't move. My first thought was to break down the door and finish what we'd started.
I heard the shower turn on and a ragged pulse of desire hit me like I'd walked into a wall.
I wanted to strip off my clothes and climb in there with her.
Just to touch her again and breathe her in and know she was— Fuck.
I wanted her to explain what'd happened here and what happened next.
Show me the map and tell me what it said.
But there was time for that. We had all of tonight and then four more days together. We had time.