Chapter 32 Jude
JUDE
The sun cuts in through the open curtains, waking me with its bright glare.
Lying on my back, I feel the soft weight of Olena’s hand draped over my bare chest, her body tucked into mine under my outstretched arm.
I turn my head to look at her sleeping face beside me.
Her hair is a tangled mess, reminding me of everything that messed it up last night: the rain, the hail, the shower… the sex.
She’s gorgeous. Remembering our night together, I smile and run a hand down my face. It was more intense than I could have ever imagined.
Unable to stop myself from touching her, I reach out and gently sweep the hair away from her cheek.
She murmurs softly as she pushes her face into my hand, her eyes still closed.
She cracks one eye open, squinting in the bright morning light, grinning a delighted, sleepy grin and scrunching up her nose when she sees me watching her.
I pull her into me, breathing in the scent of her hair as she nuzzles into my chest. God, this feels so right.
“Morning,” I whisper into her hair. My cock is already responding to her.
“Mmm, the cold light of day.” She chuckles against my skin, tucking her forehead down into my chest.
“You’d better not be hiding,” I say. “Come here.” I lift her chin to face me.
She pulls the sheet up under her nose. “Ugh, no, I’ve got morning breath and eye goops! Don’t look!” She giggles and then spins to face away from me. “I’ll breathe this way so I don’t scare you off.”
“Impossible.” Reaching under the sheet, I slide my arm around her stomach and pull her in tight, my cock twitching to attention against her ass.
I trace the slope of her waist with a lazy finger.
“I actually think I might never be able to leave this bed,” I say, kissing her soft shoulder.
“Plus, I’m pretty sure all my clothes are still soaked.
” The image of Olena on her knees in the shower last night floods me.
It had taken everything I had in me to stop myself from coming right then and there.
I’m instantly hard again from the memory.
Olena obviously feels it because she presses her hips back into me, her fingers interlacing with mine against her stomach. “Mmm, so we might have to stay here forever?” she asks innocently.
“I think so.” I kiss the back of her neck. “Real shame.”
“Imagine if Charles and Carol come home in a week to discover we’ve just starved to death, naked, in their guest room,” she laughs, turning up to look at me.
“We’d make the news for sure,” I chuckle, sliding a hand over her breast, her nipple hard under my palm. I inhale sharply. “Let’s call that plan B,” I mumble, nipping at her shoulder with my teeth.
“And what’s plan A?” She twists onto her stomach to arch an eyebrow at me, her lips pressed into the pillow.
“Well,” I say, craning my neck to squint at the clock on the bedside table, “I hate to say it, but we have work in about an hour and a half.”
She whimpers and buries her face in the pillow while I trace her back lightly between her shoulder blades.
“You know, it’s kind of funny staying here with you,” she says, her voice muffled as she peeks up at me from the pillow.
“How so?” I look at her curiously.
“Well, it’s not your house… and it’s not my house.” She pauses. “It’s like we’re on some kind of wild sex vacation.” She laughs as she says it and I chuckle with her.
“Well, when you put it like that…” I say, deadpanning. “Let’s never fucking leave.” I grab her ass and smile suggestively before sliding my hand around her waist. I’m about to pull her into me again when I stop suddenly. “Wait, shit…” I roll onto my back and press my fist to my forehead.
“What?”
“I need to go get Murphy. I left in a rush last night and didn’t bring him.”
“Oh, no, is he okay?” She looks concerned. I remember with a smile how much she liked him when they first met. And how much he liked her.
“Oh, he’s fine. There’s a dog flap on the back door. He’ll just need breakfast and a lift back here,” I reassure her.
“Can I come with you?” The vulnerability in her expression is mystifying to me; I can’t imagine letting her out of my arms.
I smile back at her as I run my hand down the length of her spine and over the curve of her ass, squeezing. “You’d better.”
She smiles softly. “Okay.”
“Think we can make it to the shower first?” My eyes flick to the bathroom doorway, my eyebrows raised.
She turns her head to contemplate the distance. “Let’s hope so… Although that ten feet might be a struggle.” She looks back at me, smiling shyly. “But I need my toothbrush.”
I press a quick kiss to her nose and she pushes up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She reaches down to rummage through something on the floor, then turns to me with a bag of trail mix in her hand.
“Breakfast,” she announces with a grin, her eyes gleaming.
“Aw, you cooked?” I chuckle and slide my arm around her waist, pulling her into me. She laughs softly as I kiss her temple.
“Ugh, I also need my hairbrush, apparently.” She tries to tease the tangles out of her hair with her fingers. As she stands, my eyes trace the length of her back, the dip of her spine, then linger on the curve of her gorgeous ass. Suddenly, I’m seriously contemplating pulling her back to bed.
Turning and clocking my gaze, she throws me a suggestive smile and disappears around the corner into the bathroom.
I lie back on the bed and exhale a breath.
“Jude,” she calls out from around the corner. “Not to alarm you, but someone seems to have trashed this bathroom last night.”