We both finish up our spaghetti and it’s so good I could eat another plate of it, but I don’t. I have big plans for tonight, and I don’t want to be stuffed. I just hope Jude likes what he’s about to see. Jude grabs our empty plates and takes them over to the sink. I walk over to help him, but he holds out his hand, stopping me.
“I got this. You go relax.”
“You sure?” I ask.
He kisses me and nips my bottom lip. “I’m sure. It won’t take me long.”
This works out perfect. “All right, I’ll leave you to it.” While he’s busy cleaning the dishes, I grab my bag out of the living room and sneak off down the hall. I peek into each room until I find what has to be his bedroom; it smells like his cologne. He has a king-size bed with a navy blue comforter and gray sheets. There aren’t any pictures on the walls, but on his dresser there’s one of our high school graduation. It’s of me and him, dressed in our cap and gown, sticking our tongues out at the camera. Those were good days. You would never find one of us without the other. That’s how close we were.
Dishes bang around in the kitchen, drawing me back to the task at hand. I toss my bag on the bed and pull out my lingerie and black heels. Once I have everything on, I slowly saunter down the hall, trying my best not to make any noise. I peek around the corner and Jude is still at the sink, cleaning the dishes. Grinning wide, I close the distance and wrap my arms around his waist.
“You look sexy cleaning those dishes. You’d look even sexier if you were naked.”
Jude chuckles. “That can be arranged.”
Lifting up on my tip toes, I nip his ear lobe. “How about now?” I unbutton his jeans and slide my hand down to massage him.
He groans deep in his chest. “Fuck that feels good.”
His length grows with my touch and it makes me tremble with anticipation. It’s been so long since I’ve felt the desire to be with someone. I’m dying to feel him inside of me. Jude turns around and his eyes widen as he takes me in. He slides his hands down over my arms, grazing his thumbs over my taut nipples.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to see you like this.” He bites his lip and presses his hardness against me. “I want you so fucking bad right now.”
I cup his cheek and smile. “Then take me. It’s what we both want.”
Picking me up in his arms, he carries me down the hall to his bedroom. The muscles in his arms flex as he holds me and it’s so damn sexy. When we get to his room, he lays me on the bed, and I sink into the mattress, watching as he takes off his shirt. I want to run my fingers over his skin and trace every inch of him with my tongue. I’ve never wanted someone so much like I do now.
As he covers me with his body, I moan; he rubs his arousal against me. His hand slides down the top of my dress, cupping my swollen breast. He groans and massages it, pinching my nipple between his fingers. I arch off the bed and cry out.
“Does that feel good?” he asks, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth.
I nod. “I want more, but we can’t do that with your clothes on.”
Groaning, he thrusts himself against me and slides the top of my dress down. The second he closes his warm lips over my breast, I suck in a ragged breath. I wrap my fingers in his hair and pull as he ravishes my body with his tongue, sucking and biting both nipples, one after the other.
“You taste so fucking good,” he growls.
Impatiently, he grabs my dress and rips it off my body, throwing it and my thong across the floor. There’s a fire in his eyes that makes me tremble. I love it. Sliding off the bed, he rakes his gaze up and down my body as he takes off the rest of his clothes. He watches me squirm, and in return, he strokes himself, torturing me in the process; I want to touch him. Climbing back on the bed, he crawls up my body, spreading my legs with his knee. My whole body shakes in anticipation.
As soon as he gets closer, I wrap my fingers around his cock, massaging his length. He sucks in a breath and groans, his heated gaze on mine the entire time. “You’re killing me, Laura. I won’t last if you keep doing that.”
“How long has it been?”
He kisses me hard. “Way too fucking long.” Grabbing my wrist, he pulls my hand away and holds it above my head. “It’s my turn now.”