Chapter 41 Jude
FORTY-ONE
JUDE
I’ve never been nervous around a woman, ever, yet here I am, my heart racing and my mouth dry as Charlotte and I stand in front of the shower. Steam begins to fill her bathroom as she keeps her eyes aimed at me.
She smiles before looking at her feet. “Hopefully, there’s still warm water. My thoughts of you started in the shower, and it was a fairly long one before I got out.”
I stifle a groan at the mental picture she gives me.
I love the fact that she was thinking of me in the shower.
I love that she was thinking of me at all.
There are so many questions I want to ask her, but I keep them to myself.
I want to know how often she thinks of me.
I want to know what she wants when it comes to me.
I want to know if this thing between us is just physical for her or if she wants me on a deeper level, the way that I want her.
I don’t ask any of them, though, because right now, just knowing that she’s thinking about me at all is all I need to know.
It’s answer enough, and I don’t want to scare her away.
But I’m desperate for answers. I want to know every thought and feeling she has because she makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.
She makes me want things I’ve never wanted with anyone else.
Her ability to make me nervous is proof enough that Charlotte has a hold on me that no one’s had before.
It’s scary, not knowing if she wants that or not, but it’s also freeing, finally accepting that I can’t change it.
All I can do is savor the moments I do have with her and hope that whatever we started doesn’t have to end.
I open the glass door and stick my hand underneath the water. “It’s warm, but maybe we should get in before that changes.”
Charlotte glances down at her naked body before her eyes move across my body. “Just waiting on you.” She smiles as she lifts an eyebrow, pointing out that I still need to take my sweatpants off.
I sigh. I don’t know why I feel so nervous to get undressed, but it’s just another thing that’s new when it comes to Charlotte.
I turn the volume up on the monitor and set it on the bathroom counter.
I make sure my gaze stays locked on her as I grab onto the fabric at my sides.
I slide the pants down my legs before kicking them to the side.
My hand finds my cock immediately as I wrap my fingers around myself and pump up and down once, just to give myself some kind of relief from the need I still feel for her.
Charlotte stares at me for a few seconds longer before she lets her gaze travel down. My cock jerks in my hand the moment her eyes go wide, and she licks her lips.
“That’s not going to fit,” she whispers.
I stifle yet another groan because I swear she’s trying to kill me.
I want to bury myself inside her and not leave all night, and I know I need to feed her before doing that, but she’s making it incredibly hard to do the right thing and wait.
Even though I came only minutes ago, I know it’d be easy to get worked up all over again.
In fact, I’m already incredibly hard and ready for her despite just having come. It’s the effect she has on me.
She stares at my cock greedily, and it takes everything in me to not say fuck eating and slide inside her while we take a shower, just like I’m sure she was imagining before I caught her.
I hold the door open for her and nod in the direction of the shower so she gets in. “The sooner we shower, the sooner we eat, and then the sooner I can show you just how perfectly my cock fits inside you.”
She bites her lip before turning around and following directions. As she steps in, I can’t help but playfully swat her ass.
Charlotte yelps and looks over her shoulder as she steps underneath the water. “Hey! What was that for?”
I let out a low chuckle as I step in behind her.
I pull the shower door closed, trapping the heat in the shower with us as steam billows around our bodies.
“For being you,” I answer, immediately grabbing her by the hips and guiding her under the spray so the water from the showerhead cascades over her shoulders.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means you’re perfect.”
She smiles as she looks up at me with wet eyelashes, and it occurs to me that I don’t know if I’ll ever feel about someone the way that I feel about her.
No one’s ever had a hold of my heart just by smiling at me, yet here she is, giving me a beautiful upturn of her lips that feels as if she’s got her fingers wrapped around my most vital organ.
“Does that line work with everyone else?” she asks, a teasing tone to her voice.
I smirk as I lift my shoulders in a casual shrug. “Couldn’t tell you. I’ve never used it before.”
Her smile falters for a moment as she stares at me, complete surprise written all over her face. I truly don’t think she realizes that I forget other women even exist when I’m in her presence. No one else matters when she’s around.
“Now you’re the one killing me,” she points out, her gaze darting to my erection for a moment before looking back at me again.
“Good.” I grab one of her soap bottles and squeeze the liquid into my hand. Once I have enough, I set the bottle down before rubbing my hands together to get them nice and sudsy. Notes of cherries and vanilla fill the shower as I begin to work the soap against her skin.
“I can wash myself.” Charlotte looks down at where my hands travel over her stomach, making sure I begin to cover every inch of her skin in the soap.
“I know.” I don’t stop. I don’t want to stop. I want the excuse to keep my skin pressed to hers as I make sure her entire body is lathered. She doesn’t stop me either; instead, she keeps her eyes glued to every movement as I continue to cover her soft, tan skin in bubbles.
Every inch of her is perfect. I’ve seen her in bikinis too many times to count. It’s taunted me, imagining what she looks like underneath the scrappy pieces of fabric she’s paraded around me in. Seeing every inch of her is something I’ll never forget. I couldn’t if I tried.
I bring my hand over her full breasts, loving the way she gasps when my fingers travel over her hardened nipple.
“Jude,” she warns, her tone thick with lust.
“What?” I ask innocently, my thumb traveling over her nipple again. I can’t help it. She’s so damn reactive to every touch that I can’t resist teasing her a little. She’s tempted me for weeks, and she doesn’t even know it. It doesn’t hurt to get her back just a little.
“You said we’re taking a shower to get clean.”
I move my hand to her other breast, this time letting myself feel the full weight of it in my hand.
She moans, and the sound makes my cock throb.
She watches me carefully as I pinch her nipple between my thumb and pointer finger.
It isn’t technically necessary to help get her clean, but that doesn’t matter.
I do it anyway because I love to see her reaction to my touch.
“We are taking a shower to get clean,” I finally respond, my voice thick with lust. “I’m just making sure every inch of you is clean. ”
Charlotte playfully rolls her eyes before they flutter shut when I pinch her nipple again, this time harder. I want to test what she likes and doesn’t like, committing her reactions to memory so I know for later.
I continue to wash the top of her body, too distracted by watching my hands move against her skin to realize she got her own squirt of soap until her hand wraps around the base of my cock.
Air hisses through my teeth, and my vision gets blurry for a moment as I look down at her fingers wrapped around me. She squeezes a little tighter, attempting to get her fingertips to touch at the base but failing to make it work. I meet her gaze and find her wearing a satisfied smile.
“I’m just making sure every inch of you is clean,” she says innocently, throwing my own words back at me.
I can’t respond at first.
This is the first time she’s ever really touched me there, and it feels so fucking good that I can’t form words. The only thing I can focus on is the way it feels to finally have her hands on me.
She uses my silence to her advantage. Her hand pumps up and down my shaft, and if she hadn’t already ruined me, she’d be doing it right now.
If I keep letting her move up and down the way she is right now, she’d be able to make me come again in no time.
And if her hand feels this fucking good, I can’t imagine what her mouth or her pussy will do to me.
I’m a fucking goner for Charlotte. I knew it before she ever touched me, but now that she has, it just solidifies the truth.
I let her continue to stroke me up and down for a few more minutes before the pleasure is too much. I knock her hand away and quickly grab her waist and spin her around, pressing her back to my front so she can’t keep stroking me.
She lets out a yelp of surprise as I keep my arms locked around her, preventing her from teasing me the way that she was.
I thought stopping her would help, but I don’t know if I fully thought through what I was doing.
The new position has my cock pressed into her back in a way that forces me to close my eyes for a moment because of just how close I am to her ass cheeks.
If I adjusted myself, I could trace the seam of her ass with the tip of my cock, something that’s incredibly tempting, given our current position.
“I wasn’t done cleaning you,” she says with easy defiance.