Page 12 of Stuck on Jude

And find nothing but whipped cream.

I pull the mug back and glance down at it. Except for the dent to the edge, where my mouth has just been on the edge of the mug, the rippled whipped cream rises in a peak. And across the top of it is a drizzle of hot cocoa.

With a short laugh that’s a half gasp, I meet Jude’s gaze.

“What’s this?”

“A cup of cocoa.”

“It’s mostly whipped cream.”

“It has a little cocoa across the top.” He shrugged. “You said the whipped cream was the best part. I figured why should I mess around with anything else?”

“So you made me a cup of whipped cream.”

“Well, yeah.”

I laugh again, this time it’s louder and from the gut. “God, you’re adorable.”

Shaking my head, I swipe my finger across the top and wipe a smudge of whipped cream across his nose.

Jude is so shocked, he just stares at me. Wide-eyed and slack-jawed. Slowly, he raises a hand and removes the whipped cream.

Then, before I can brace myself, he lunges toward me. Giggling as he rubs the whipped cream on my face, I smash the cup against his cheek.

He gasps. “That’s it.”

He grabs me around the hips and I still. So does he. Something snaps inside both of us.

I drop the cup. He tugs me to him. I slip my arms around his shoulder. His mouth crashes against mine. I moan into his mouth as he parts my lips and slips his tongue in to meet mine.

I move against him, cradling his hard length between my thighs. With a groan, he tears his mouth from mine and slides it across my neck. His hands lower to cup my ass. He lifts me, bringing my legs around his waist as he carries me toward a cot.

I slide my fingers into his hair, urging his mouth lower. It trails over the plunging ‘V’ of my top.

Laying me down on the bed, he lifts me up long enough to tug the blouse aside. His gaze feasts hungrily on my body. I’ve never felt more desired.

My own desire pools between my thighs. Cupping my breasts through the lace of my bra, he lowers his head.

He sucks a nipple through the thin material. With a cry, I buck up to greet him as his body covers mine.

He slips another hand down, stroking the curves of my waist and lower until it slides under the waist of my leggings and panties.

His voice is husky as he slides a finger over my seam. “You’re wet already.”

Capturing my other nipple in his mouth, he suckles on me as his fingers work their magic. I can barely move, except to hold onto him for dear life as he kindles the growing pleasure inside of me. It’s building faster and stronger than any I’ve ever known before.

Throwing my head back against the blanket, I call out for him as pure ecstasy pulses through every inch of my body in billowing waves. He doesn’t give up the sweet torment until the last bit of pleasure recedes. I collapse back against the bed.

He falls to my side. I turn my head toward him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Before he can answer, I climb on top of him. “Now it’s my turn.”

With fumbling motions, we strip each other until we’re both gloriously naked. Lust growing hot and deep in my belly once more, I gaze my fill of him.

“You’re magnificent.” I trace my fingertips over the hard edges of his muscle. “It’s like you’re built of rock or ice.”

His hand covers mine. I lift my gaze to him. “I’m just a man.”

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