25. Chapter 25 #2
“Extremely,” Rafe calls without turning around. “Try not to damage the upholstery. Adela likes this car.”
And then Jude is there. He doesn’t wait for anything else.
I barely have time to register the movement before he’s ripping the back door open.
My breath catches in a sharp gasp, but I don’t move away.
I don’t flinch. I understand that it’s both him losing control and clawing back a piece of himself through the most primal, undeniable connection we have.
He leans into the backseat, and for a moment, everything about him is sharp with restraint. His hands don’t shake, but there’s tension radiating from him, coiled in the lean muscles of his arms and in his jaw. His hazel eyes lock on mine, intense and burning.
“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice trembling.
I nod immediately. “Yes. It’s okay. It’s more than okay, actually.”
And then he lays my back flat against the backseat, and cups my face in his hands.
His mouth crashes into mine, and the kiss is nothing like the careful ones from before.
This one is raw. His lips are hot and demanding, his tongue seeking mine without hesitation.
It’s like something inside him finally stops trying to hold itself in place and just…
lets go into sensation instead. The taste of him overwhelms me in the best way, and now my head is dizzy.
My hands grip his shirt instinctively, because I need whatever I can get from him. My mouth opens, my tongue meeting his, and a low groan vibrates in his chest.
Outside, somewhere in the distance, I hear Rafe’s voice on a phone call.
“Hi, Adela. Yes. We’ve made an unscheduled stop.
No, we’re okay. He’s fucking her in the backseat because he had a moment.
But it’s fine. I told them to do it. Yes, I know I'm an idiot, baby, what do you want from me? Sex always works to distract me.” He says the last sentence seductively.
I almost laugh, but the sound is stolen by Jude’s mouth on mine.
He’s kissing me like he’s trying to overwrite something inside himself.
One of his hands leaves my face, sliding down my neck, and to the hem of my shirt.
He fists the material and pulls it up. I help him, yanking it over my head, letting it fall somewhere onto the floor of the car.
The cool air of the backseat hits my skin, followed instantly by the scorching heat of his palm on my bare stomach.
His mouth breaks from mine, trailing hot kisses down my jaw, my neck, to the swell of my breast. His teeth graze my nipple through my bralette, and I arch into him with a sharp gasp. “Jude…”
He doesn’t answer with words. He answers with his hands, hooking his fingers under the straps of my bra and pulling it down, exposing me to him.
His mouth finds my nipple again, this time without the barrier, his teeth biting down, then soothes with his tongue.
The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure to my core, which is already aching.
My hips shift against the seat, seeking friction.
His hands are on my jeans, working the button and zipper. He pulls them down my legs, along with my panties. I’m naked beneath him now, sprawled across the backseat of the car, the leather cool against my back.
“Don’t get cum on the seats, please,” Rafe calls casually, his back to us. “I expect you to be on your best behavior after this, Jude.”
I laugh this time, realizing just how crazy this is. I would have never done this before. But I love Jude so much that I’d do fucking anything for him.
He straightens, knees on the seat between my legs, and undoes his own jeans, shoving them down just enough.
He’s already hard, thick, and ready, the sight of him making my stomach clench with anticipation.
He doesn’t ask. He just moves, positioning himself over me.
One hand guides himself, the other braces on the seat above my head.
He looks into my eyes, his gaze holding mine with a dark, slightly unhinged intensity.
I stare back as he pushes inside.
The stretch is immediate, a burning fullness that makes me gasp. He enters me with one smooth, deep thrust, burying himself fully. A low, rough groan rips from him, his eyes squeezing shut for a second before they open and lock on mine again.
He begins to move, his hips pulling back and then driving forward again.
The pace is hard, fast, and desperate. The car rocks with his rhythm, each thrust jolting my body.
My hands scramble, gripping his shoulders, his arms, the muscles flexing under my touch.
He’s fucking me in a way that’s unfamiliar for Jude, but I don’t mind.
I want it to be rough like this. I want him to imprint himself so deeply into me that I can never lose him again.
He leans down, his mouth finding mine again in a searing kiss. His tongue swirls over mine, and I almost explode right there. We don’t need words right now. Just this.
My climax builds rapidly, winding tighter with every slam of his hips into me. The feel of his body, the scent of his skin, the look in his eyes—it’s overwhelming. I throw my head back with a breathy moan.
“Eyes on me, Emma,” he commands, his hand snatching my jaw and forcing my gaze to his.
He looks feral, his eyes almost black. I know his muscles are tensing, and his jaw is tight. He’s trying everything to keep in control of the thing thrashing inside him that wants to hurt me. The intensity of it all makes me break apart completely.
“Ugh, fuck,” he groans, riding out my orgasm while he chases his even harder than before. My nails dig into his biceps, little whimpers falling from my lips from the severity of every brutal drive.
But he doesn’t finish inside me. After a final, deep thrust, he pulls out, his body shuddering as he spills himself onto my stomach.
The sudden emptiness is a shock, but the sight of his head bowed, chest heaving, with ragged breaths through his nose while he comes is its own kind of beauty.
His body finally relaxes, and when he looks at me again, his eyes are clearer than before. The distraction worked.
I suppose I should thank Rafe for that.