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  He pulled away for a moment, and I grabbed his head, forcing him to continue. I needed his mouth right where it was as I clenched around him during a fucking fabulous orgasm. The teasing between us all day caused the sexual tension to literally explode, the epicenter right between my legs.

  “Shit, Sparky. You’re so tight,” I heard him say.

  “Kegel,” I heard me say.

  He nibbled on my neck as his fingertips gently stroked my clit. If I weren’t so tired, he would literally be igniting my spark all over again. Hehehe, I thought to myself. That would make a great ad campaign for this competition. My eyes slid shut, and then the last thing I heard him say was, “And Kitten is back.”

  Chapter 18

  Jude

  Purr . . . rumble . . . snort . . . whistle.

  Purr . . . rumble . . . snort . . . whistle.

  Purr . . . rumble . . . snort . . . whistle . . . growl?

  I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes before realizing my kitten had turned into a tiger. Once she passed out on me, I finished the rest of the champagne by myself. I loved getting her off, and would never tire from watching her come, but the severity of my blue balls was becoming a problem. Remnants of all the champagne I drank last night made me feel sluggish.

  The need to take a piss and a bigger need for aspirin forced me to attempt to roll out of bed, but I was stuck. My head pounded as I lifted it slightly to see what had me pinned. Apparently, even when passed out, Brae could commandeer the entire mattress.

  Her leg hitched around mine like a vine on a tree. It took me a minute to figure out where she started and I ended. With a few more blinks, I was able to decipher between us. Lifting her leg, which still felt tacky from last night’s body shots, I gently set it on the mattress.

  She groaned right before rolling over onto her stomach. The sheet rested on her lower back exposing her sun-kissed skin. Giving my dick his morning adjustment, I headed into the bathroom.

  After a quick shower, I downed an ibuprofen with a large glass of water. A few minutes later, I was back under the sheet next to Brae. God, she was stunning. Part of me wanted to grab my GoPro to capture her beauty, but I decided to pull her into my arms instead.

  You’d think holding a sleeping woman would be easier, but of course, even Brae made this a challenge. I pulled her toward me, only for her to try to roll the other way. All I could do was grip her tighter and laugh.

  “Mmmm . . .” Brae’s mouth opened and closed a few times before her eyes squeaked open. “Did I eat cotton?”

  Her body shimmied against me, causing her tits to rub against my chest. She craned her head back a bit and smiled. “My orgasmic orbit. Stars are my favorite.” With another soft rumble, her head was back on my shoulder and she was out cold.

  All I could do was stare at her. Sparky was definitely a natural beauty. I ran my thumb along the arch of her eyebrow, then kissed it. I did the same to her cheekbone, her jawline, and just below her ear.

  “Jude?”

  “Good morning, Sparky.”

  Arching her back, she stretched her one free arm up and let out a moan. God, how I wanted my mouth on her chest, to give equal consideration to each breast, to suck her nipples into hardened buds until she exploded. My hand decided to go for it, skimming up her bare torso until the weight of her left tit was in my palm.

  “What are you doing?” She looked down. “Why don’t I have clothes on. Did we? Oh my God? We had . . . um . . . did we?”

  I smiled at her. “No, we didn’t. We had a lot to drink and when we do have sex, I don’t want it to be because of liquor.”

  Brae laughed. “You said lick her.” Was she still drunk? Suddenly, she yanked the sheet with two hands and wrapped it around her as she bolted out of bed, leaving me completely exposed.

  “What are you doing?” It was my turn to ask.

  “I have to pee, and brush my teeth, Mr. Minty Breath who also showered.” She touched her neck. “Oh my God, I’m a sticky mess.”

  “Give me that sheet back.”

  “No and when I’m finished with it it’s going in the laundry.” At the bathroom door, she stuck out her tongue. I pretended to jump out of bed and the door slammed shut with an adorable giggle behind it. This woman was making me crazy.

  After ten minutes passed, I sighed in frustration. Based on the amount of time she ended up spending in there, there was no way she was just peeing or brushing her teeth.

  When thirty minutes went by, I called out, “Sparky, what the hell are you doing in there?”

  The impatience in my tone was obvious, but I didn’t care. There I was lying on a bed with my cock at half-mast and he and I both had the same resolution in mind. We had nothing to do today. The idea of walking around bored out of my mind with yet another serious case of blue balls was not on my agenda. One way or another, we were getting off. If not with her help, then I needed to get into that bathroom.

  Finally, she opened the door with a coquettish smile—until she saw my cock. While my eyes raked over every inch of her, hers darted around the room, avoiding my hard-on. The sheet was still twisted around her body, her hair still looked like she just woke up, and her lips still looked like they’d been kissed for hours.

  When I still hadn’t spoken, she asked, “Are you covered?”

  “No. You’ve seen me naked, Sparky. What the hell do you do in there? I seriously don’t get it. You look just as hot as you did when you walked into that bathroom, so for the life of me, I can’t figure out what takes you so long.”

  “Girl stuff.”

  “Is that like guy stuff? Did you touch yourself, Sparky? Because that isn’t fair when you left me in this condition,” I motioned toward my little friend. Well, not little.

  “First of all, no, I did not.” Her cheeks flushed pink as her eyes moved south on their own accord. “Secondly, that’s not my fault,” she said, pointing a finger at him, which caused him to jerk. Her eyes widened before she quickly looked away.

  “Oh, yes it is.”

  Our eyes connected and held. Nervously, she changed the subject. “Um . . . do you want breakfast?”

  “No. It’s too early for breakfast. Come back to bed.” I patted the sheet beside me.

  She hesitated for only a few seconds before climbing back onto the bed while still wrapped in the sheet. “Why are you wrapped up and I’m naked?”

  “Again, not my fault,” she quipped, keeping a deliberate space between us. I wanted the way we were when we woke up back. I wanted her warm, silky skin pressed up against me, her breasts pushing into my side. I wanted my hands on her. Determined to bring us back to that point, that moment when she’d cave to my desires, I peeled away the sheet before moving her to my side.

  “Much better.” Now that her head rested in the nook of my shoulder, and my arms were back where I wanted them to be, I sighed in contentment. “I like holding you, Brae.” I was shocked by my admission. I’d never considered just holding a woman while we were naked in bed. Sure, I wanted more, but with time. That also shocked the fuck out of me. Patience was not something I had in regard to sex.

  She looked up and smiled. “I like it too.” While her face was tilted toward me, I couldn’t resist touching her lips. They parted when my thumb ran over her top one, then her bottom.

  Her hand ran up and down my abs as her gaze slid to my tattoo. “I love these stars.” I watched as she traced the biggest star with her fingertip. My body flinched from her touch. She hit the one spot that was ticklish, plus her proximity was fucking torture.

  “Are you ticklish there?” She giggled and did it again, clearly fascinated by her discovery.

  If I admitted I was ticklish, I knew her well enough to know she would aim for that spot on a regular basis. If I admitted it was also a fucking major turn on, maybe her touch could turn into more. Before I could respond, she popped up on her elbow, causing her tits to bob with her movements. “How did you sit for a tattoo if you’re ticklish there?”

  “Probably
because I didn’t find a needle rapidly hitting my skin while leaving a permanent image funny. And probably because I was fully dressed as a big scary dude drew it, not naked with a hot chick like you touching me there.”

  “That doesn’t make sense. Dude or not, a needle right here . . .” she tapped the star with a knuckle and I bucked, “you could sit still for, but if I do this . . .” She traced the star with her fingernail, causing me not only to flinch again, but to suck in air through my teeth. At my reaction, the corners of her lips lifted in a devious smile.

  “Don’t look at me like that, Sparky. I know your weaknesses too.” The hand I had on her waist flexed, while my other began to roam.

  She stiffened, and pleaded, “Okay, don’t tickle me. I’ll be good.”

  “I wasn’t planning to. We should hope you never fall into enemy hands, Sparky. All they’d have to do is this . . .” Unable to resist, I let loose on her, tickling her relentlessly as she squealed and squirmed against me. My plan to torment her somehow morphed into her tormenting me. When her thigh grazed my engorged cock, all thoughts flew out of my head except for the one that had consumed me for days . . . I needed her.

  She went stone still in my arms, understanding what had made me immobile.

  Without further thought, I speared my fingers into her silky hair and crushed her mouth with mine. Her lips parted and I took that as an invitation. Just a taste wouldn’t suffice, but it would be a start. Our tongues touched like long lost friends needing to get better acquainted.

  Brae let out a sweet moan, and her fingers flexed on my back before moving to the nape of my neck. My cock was getting harder by the second. I pushed my hips forward to try to get some friction just as she wrapped her leg around me.

  As if on autopilot, my hand grabbed her thigh, massaging and squeezing it. It trailed up to cup her ass. Brae moved her hips against mine, and I groaned at the pressure. That small move made my need to sink into her even more evident.

  With our mouths still fused together, my hand found and palmed her breast, giving it the same attention I’d given her ass. She broke our connection to let out a moan.

  “Jude. God, that feels so good.” She arched her back, forcing more of her soft flesh into my hand.

  Both of her nipples pebbled, begging for attention, and who was I to deny them? I took her nipple into my mouth, licking, sucking, and then giving it a gentle bite. While ravishing her other tit, I dragged my hand down the length of her torso, resting it right above the apex of her thighs.

  Brae rolled onto her back, giving me full access to her body. Every inch of her was pure perfection. I moved over her, my entire body pressing hers into the mattress. Like magnets, our mouths connected again, her arms wrapped around my neck, her legs around my waist. Fuck, we were on the fast track too soon, and I needed to slow things down. So long as we were on the same page, I was going to take my goddamn time with her.

  I slipped both hands behind her back, forcing her up as I moved into a kneeling position. Her legs fell from my body so she could mimic my stance. My cock rested at the seam of her thighs, wanting in—wanting all of her. Forcing myself to break away from her lips caused her to groan, “No.”

  “I’m not going anywhere.” She looked up into my eyes, her chest heaving with every breath. With my eyes pinned to hers, I trailed my hands down to her breasts, holding them, running my thumbs over her nipples. I only paused briefly before their downward trek to her thighs. My gaze shifted to her lips, watching her tongue poke out and drag from side to side.

  When I reached her thighs, I slipped my hands between them, forcing her to spread her knees on the bed. With her now open for me, I moved my right hand to her pussy, my left to her ass. She released a gasp the moment my finger skimmed her clit. Taking my time, I stroked her from front to back. Her eyes slid shut as she moved herself against my hand and flew open when I stopped.

  Before she could speak, I twisted around, laid on my back, and guided her hips above my face. I could feel the moan that erupted from her lips travel through her body. My mouth found her clit and held on for a long ride.

  I had no warning to prepare me for the hot, wet silk I felt closing around my cock. Bucking upward at the contact of her mouth on me, she made sure to quickly catch me up to the level of ecstasy I had built up within her. By gripping me tightly with both hands and by sucking on my tip, she managed to make me forget what I was doing to her. She never stopped, even though I had. My balls tightened, my hips lifted, and just as I came, I covered her with my mouth, licking and sucking until she came with me.

  “Jesus Christ, Sparky.” I kissed the inside of her thigh and flipped her around to face me. My lips caught hers once more before she slid off my body.

  “You have a great mouth.” She placed a chaste kiss on my jawbone.

  Turning my head toward her, I smiled. This woman made me happy—and not because she just sucked me off. Everything about her was fascinating.

  “My mouth is nothing in comparison to yours. I don’t even want to know how you got so good at that.”

  Brae giggled. “A woman never reveals her secrets.”

  I licked my lips, wanting the taste of her to stay, but I needed more. “You don’t need to tell me your secrets. Just tell me you’re ready for round two.”

  “Don’t you need time to reload?”

  “No. I’m good to go. Are you ready?”

  Thankfully, there was no hesitation before she nodded. “This is going to change everything. You know that, right?”

  “I’m counting on it.” Her eyes widened at my admission. “Brae, being with you, no matter how unconventional, has been interesting to say the least.” She went to say something, but I placed my index finger over her lips. “What I mean by interesting is I haven’t wanted to pull my hair out. Yes, we got off to a rocky start, but who wouldn’t in our situation? The fact of the matter is I think we’re good together.” I kissed each of her fingertips one by one.

  “Are you going soft on me?” Her smile was radiant.

  I glanced down at my cock. “Nope, just the opposite.”

  “Lucky me.” Brae moved her fingers along the line of hair running down my abdomen. “I love this.” She looked up at me. “You’re a sexy man, Jude Soren.”

  Rolling my body on top of her, I took her mouth with mine. She spread her legs and the tip of my cock slid against her wetness. My hands held her head as I looked into her eyes. “Are you ready for this?”

  “I am,” she responded confidently. “I want this, Jude.”

  I shifted my hips as I said, “Obviously, you can feel that I do too.”

  “Yes, I can. All kidding aside, I just want you to know it’s not casual for me. I can’t pretend it won’t mean something.”

  Her admission hit home. I knew it wasn’t for me either. I might have been confused in regards to our relationship, but I also knew what we shared was not meaningless. “Brae, despite what you think, nothing we’ve done has been casual for me.”

  “Thanks for telling me that.” She bit her bottom lip before her mouth turned up into a shy grin.

  “Do you have a condom?”

  “I do.” Not wanting to, but needing to, I rolled off her to grab a condom out of my bag in the closet.

  “So, I was a sure thing?” My heart stopped as I tried to work down a swallow. Shit.

  I put my hands up in defense, exposing the two packets in my palm. “I didn’t think that. Blame Kyle, he’s the one who packed my bag.”

  “And how many did Kyle pack?”

  My gaze landed on the closet containing a carton of them. “Um . . .”

  At my fumble, she laughed and crooked her finger. “Come here and remind me to thank him when I see him again.”

  Sparky was spunky. “I’ll be sure to do that.” Climbing back on the bed, I asked, “Now, where were we?”

  Chapter 19

  Brae

  My heart pounded with such force, I was sure he could hear it. The confidence I exhibited was a
ruse. If he knew how very nervous I was, he’d never stop teasing me. I was a grown woman, not a virgin by any stretch of the imagination, and in a few weeks, I could be married to this man. I’d had sex with men I knew a hell of a lot less than Jude, and was a hell of a lot less attracted to.

  This shouldn’t be a big deal . . . so why did it feel like it was?

  What was it that caused my freak out to the point where my palms sweated and knees trembled? Now that he was right there, lying beside me, it was harder to act cool. I was mesmerized by the way his sexy hands ripped open the foil packet. The way he watched me watch him roll the condom onto his length sent my heartbeat into overdrive.

  Actually, I did know why I was spiraling in a vortex of uncertainty. I couldn’t believe we were really doing this.

  Reaching over, he pulled my lip from between the confines of my teeth. “Are you okay? Brae, we don’t have to . . .”

  “No, Jude. I want this,” I repeated, and it was the truth. There was no way I would turn back now. I’ve had this man in some very intimate ways, and this was the one way I wanted more than anything. Even though a tiny nagging voice in the back of my mind reminded me of my goals, I pushed it aside, arguing this was only helping me reach my goals. But was it? Would it help if things didn’t end well? Again, I pushed the negativity out, refusing to go there.

  He studied my face before nodding. “I do too. You’re a beautiful woman, Brae. And I don’t only mean your appearance.” He paused, his brows pulling in, making it seem like he was deep in thought. I waited for him to say something else, but he didn’t. Instead, he held my face between both his hands and bent his head to kiss me softly. It wasn’t passionate by any means, and it wasn’t the explosion of heat that usually detonated on contact, but it was by far the most meaningful kiss he’d ever given me.