Page 89 of Play With Me

CHAPTER22

Nora

As Jude stands above me, unbuttoning his shirt with agonizing slowness, a grin planted on his beautiful face, I have the most horrible thought.

“Jude!” I prop myself up on my elbows. “What if this is a dream?”

It sounds so stupid when I say it out loud. And Jude laughs, too. But it’s not cruel. He kneels on the bed. Straddles me, still unbuttoning his shirt.

“I have a little trick for when I think I’m dreaming and need to be sure.” He’s finally got the shirt undone, and slides it over his shoulders, revealing the gorgeous expanse of his lean, hard chest, and stomach.

“Maybe you shouldn’t do it,” I say. “I don’t want this to end.”

Jude laughs again. “Fuck, Nora. You couldn’t get any better, you know that?” He pulls his shirt off one arm, then the other, his shoulders flexing as he does, and it’s all I can do not to melt back into the bed.

He falls forward suddenly, startling me. He lands on both arms next to me, so our faces are only a few inches apart. “Want to see the trick?”

I’m not sure if he’s still talking about the dream trick or some kind of sex trick, but either way, all I can do is nod.

He slides a hand up my throat, along my jaw and into my hair. But then he pauses. “Wait. Just in case you’re right.”

He retracts his hand and brings it to the top of my dress, slipping his fingers in the top. I shiver at the feeling of his knuckles against my bare skin, then gasp as he pulls the top of the dress down along with the top of my strapless bra. He exposes one breast, then with a slide of his hand to my other side, the other.

“Fuck, Nora. I knew these were beautiful.”

He dips his head down, pulling my nipple into the wet warmth of his mouth, sucking softly at first, then harder, flicking at its tip with his tongue.

I make a choking sound—it’s all I can manage as his hand cups the flesh of my breast to better his access.

Jude gets down on his elbows, grasping the other one too as I fall back, practically dissolving under the feeling of him lavishing attention on my breasts.

“Perfect,” Jude announces before switching to the other side, tugging at that nipple with a nip of his teeth, making me cry out.

I’ve never cared for anyone touching me here—besides the little zing of excitement at someone touching me in a place normally covered, but all I can remember are crude squeezes and kisses. It was always so uncomfortable. But this? This is straight-up erotic. His hands and tongue are making me writhe under him, arching my back so he can get better access.

“I didn’t know—” I breathe.

His teeth clamp down on my nipple again, tugging gently, and I cry out a second time. “Jude, I didn’t know this could feel that good.”

Jude’s head pops back up. “We’re just getting started, love.”

Okay, now Iamgoing to melt.

“I wanted to make sure I at least got a test before we see if we’re dreaming. But maybe we should wait until we’re done.”

I laugh, despite myself. “I don’t think we are. God, I hope not.” I get back on my elbows, growing serious again. “Show me your trick.”

Now it’s Jude’s turn to laugh. But he brings his hand up behind my head again, threading his fingers through my hair. He grips it like he did my dress and pulls back, gently, but firmly, so my head tips backward, my chin up.

“This okay?”

“Yes,” I gasp.

Then he gives a quick hard tug that’s got just a hint of pain in it. To my surprise, it feels like his mouth did on my breasts. Shockingly good. I gasp, my head hitting the palm of his hand on the bed. “Jude!”

“Sorry, it was the only way. Are you awake?”

“Yes,” I say, almost giddy. “And…” I hesitate.

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