Chapter 5
FIVE
LUCY
As I settle back in my seat wrapped in a blanket, my heart is still pounding in my ears. I’d like to say it was from the excitement of catching my first fish.
That might have been true ten minutes ago when it was happening.
But as I sit here squeezing my knees together, trying to ignore how damp my panties are becoming as I watch the muscles in Jude’s back strain against his shirt, I know why my heart is racing.
It’s because of him and the kiss. Well, the almost kiss. Until Mr. Fish got in the way, Jude had been about to kiss me. And who knows where things would have gone after that.
Is it any wonder I’m hot and bothered even though we’re sitting on a literal block of ice?
Fanning myself with the back of my hand, I perk up when Jude turns around carrying two mugs.
“As promised, a hot cocoa.” His lips twitch in a perfectly adorable way. “With extra whipped cream.”
“Why thank you.” I try to say the words in a low sultry voice.
“Are you okay?”
I roll my eyes. “Are you ever going to stop asking?”
“I know, I know. But you sounded a little hoarse.” He lifts a shoulder as he takes the seat next to me. “I thought the cold might be getting to you.”
So much for sounding sexy. Ignoring the remark, I raise the mug to my lips.
And find nothing but whipped cream.
I pull the mug back and glance down at it. Except for the dent to the edge, where my mouth has just been on the edge of the mug, the rippled whipped cream rises in a peak. And across the top of it is a drizzle of hot cocoa.
With a short laugh that’s a half gasp, I meet Jude’s gaze.
“What’s this?”
“A cup of cocoa.”
“It’s mostly whipped cream.”
“It has a little cocoa across the top.” He shrugged. “You said the whipped cream was the best part. I figured why should I mess around with anything else?”
“So you made me a cup of whipped cream.”
“Well, yeah.”
I laugh again, this time it’s louder and from the gut. “God, you’re adorable.”
Shaking my head, I swipe my finger across the top and wipe a smudge of whipped cream across his nose.
Jude is so shocked, he just stares at me. Wide-eyed and slack-jawed. Slowly, he raises a hand and removes the whipped cream.
Then, before I can brace myself, he lunges toward me. Giggling as he rubs the whipped cream on my face, I smash the cup against his cheek.
He gasps. “That’s it.”
He grabs me around the hips and I still. So does he. Something snaps inside both of us.
I drop the cup. He tugs me to him. I slip my arms around his shoulder. His mouth crashes against mine. I moan into his mouth as he parts my lips and slips his tongue in to meet mine.
I move against him, cradling his hard length between my thighs. With a groan, he tears his mouth from mine and slides it across my neck. His hands lower to cup my ass. He lifts me, bringing my legs around his waist as he carries me toward a cot.
I slide my fingers into his hair, urging his mouth lower. It trails over the plunging ‘V’ of my top.
Laying me down on the bed, he lifts me up long enough to tug the blouse aside. His gaze feasts hungrily on my body. I’ve never felt more desired.
My own desire pools between my thighs. Cupping my breasts through the lace of my bra, he lowers his head.
He sucks a nipple through the thin material. With a cry, I buck up to greet him as his body covers mine.
He slips another hand down, stroking the curves of my waist and lower until it slides under the waist of my leggings and panties.
His voice is husky as he slides a finger over my seam. “You’re wet already.”
Capturing my other nipple in his mouth, he suckles on me as his fingers work their magic. I can barely move, except to hold onto him for dear life as he kindles the growing pleasure inside of me. It’s building faster and stronger than any I’ve ever known before.
Throwing my head back against the blanket, I call out for him as pure ecstasy pulses through every inch of my body in billowing waves. He doesn’t give up the sweet torment until the last bit of pleasure recedes. I collapse back against the bed.
He falls to my side. I turn my head toward him.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Before he can answer, I climb on top of him. “Now it’s my turn.”
With fumbling motions, we strip each other until we’re both gloriously naked. Lust growing hot and deep in my belly once more, I gaze my fill of him.
“You’re magnificent.” I trace my fingertips over the hard edges of his muscle. “It’s like you’re built of rock or ice.”
His hand covers mine. I lift my gaze to him. “I’m just a man.”
And he’s a man I want inside of me. Right now.
“I’m clean,” I blurt out.
He arches an eyebrow. “So am I.”
I release a nervous laugh. “Well, okay then.”
Digging his fingers in my hips, Jude helps me up. My lips form an‘O’ as I slowly lower over him. Taking him deeper and deeper inside of me, inch by inch.
I clench my eyes shut as I sit fully on top of him.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he hisses.
“Mmm.” It’s all I can manage as my body adjusts to his size.
When I’m ready, I place my hands on his chest and start to move. Arching my back, rising up and down on top of him. He allows me to set the pace at first. But soon, we both become too impatient. Too ravenous.
He holds onto my hips, his thumbs stroking my skin as he increases the speed. The delicious pangs rebuild in my belly.
As the pleasure grows and pulses through me once more, I know there will never be any going back from this. There will never be any man better, no one who can satisfy me more than this one here.
With a shout, Jude digs his fingers even deeper into my hips. He pulls me down on top of him as he plunges into me once more. This time, we both go over the edge of pure ecstasy together.