“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.”
With his free hand, he traces a finger over my breasts and down my stomach. My clit throbs, and I knew that the second he showed it some attention, I’d be pushed over the edge. He slides a finger inside me, and I gasp. When he pushes another finger in, I scream in ecstasy as everything explodes from the inside out.
“You’re so wet. How long’s it been for you?”
My eyes roll back into my head and I squeeze his hand. “You have no idea.”
He pulls his fingers out and puts them in his mouth, moaning with his eyes closed. When he opens them, all I can see is raw, primal need. Reaching over, he opens one of his dresser drawers and pulls out a condom, keeping his eyes on mine as he puts it on. Clasping his face in my hands, I lean up and kiss him as he positions himself between my legs. He pushes in just a bit, and I stiffen with the pleasure and pain. It’s seriously been so long.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concern etched across his face.
I nod and hold him tighter. “It’s just been a while. I promise I’m fine.”
Closing his lips over mine, he kisses me gently as he slides the rest of the way in. I wrap my legs around his waist, squeezing as tight as I can to keep him there. I want to feel all of him, as deep as he can go. He slowly starts to move against me; our bodies slide against each other. I can’t think of anything else but the two of us, our bodies connected as one.
Picking up his pace, he grunts with his thrusts. My orgasm keeps building, and the more he pushes against me, the closer I’m brought to the edge. “Jude,” I scream, digging my nails into his back. Holding me tight, he finishes inside me, his cock pulsating with his release. He collapses on top of me, his breaths coming out in huffs. I have never felt so happy in my life.
When I wake up, I feel like a different person. Maybe it’s because I’m exuberantly happy. Jude gave me more satisfaction in one night than I ever had in six years with Shawn. I stretch my arms above my head, loving how I feel achy and sore. Jude and I worked our muscles out hard last night.
As quietly as I can, I slide out of bed and slip into my clothes. I have class in an hour, so I have to get back to the apartment and get ready. Jude pats my side of the bed. “The bed’s empty. I need you here.”
Giggling, I toss his T-shirt from last night at his head. “Don’t you have a class to teach, professor?”
Groaning, he glances over at the clock. “That I do.” He sits up and gives me a lazy smile. “Will I see you in class today?”
I wink. “Maybe. If you’re lucky.” I stuff the lingerie into my bag and blow him a kiss. “I’m going home to take a shower and grab my books. I’ll see you later.”
“And I will be here dealing with this.” He throws off his blanket, revealing his naked body and how happy he is to see me. My body aches to feel him inside of me again, but there’s no time.
“I promise I will take care of that tonight.”
Jude grins. “I look forward to it.”
I wave quickly and rush out of the cabin to my car. My hair looks horrendous, so I put it up into a messy bun. When I get to my apartment, I grab my bag and run across the parking lot.
“Laura!” a voice yells.
The sound makes me freeze mid-step. I haven’t heard that voice in over a year. Slowly, I turn around and there he is… Shawn. He gets out of his little silver sports car and rushes over to me. I’m stunned into silence. I haven’t seen him in so long. He looks the same with his perfectly coifed hair and expensive designer clothes; the total opposite of Jude.
Shawn takes a long, hard look at me and smiles. “I like the college look on you.”
I sling my bag over my shoulder. “Why are you here Shawn?” I don’t know what he’s expecting, but he seems disappointed that I’m not excited to see him.
He clears his throat. “I thought maybe we could talk. Your parents told me you moved up here and decided to go back to college.”
I have to remind myself to scold my parents later for telling him. “What do we need to talk about?” My time is running out, so I head toward the stairs and he follows me. I take them two at a time until I get to my floor.
“Well, I’ve been doing some thinking,” he begins.
I unlock my door and rush inside. “About what?” I set my bag on the kitchen counter and he shuts the front door.
“About us,” he murmurs.