Page 38 of Let Me

“Judah—”

He takes my hand and says, “Come with me.”

“Where are we going?”

“Here,” he says, pinning me to the wall in a private little nook by the rear store exit.He goes in for more of my lips.

He moans.

He tastes my lips like ice cream.

He moans some more.

My hands lay flat on his beard.He pulls me closer to him.My tongue may as well be his because it’s more in his mouth than it is in mine.And the way he’s holding me…

“Mmm, Judah…”

This kiss is ruining me – leaving me with all kinds of thoughts.Of dreaming about what a life with him would feel like.Riley warned me to be cautious, but with Judah, I don’t want my guard up.I want it down.Out the window.Nonexistent.And that’s exactly where it is as he picks me up.I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on as he pries my mouth further open.He’s kissing me so deeply, we’re nearly tonsil to tonsil.My legs wrap around his waist and I hold on and enjoy this ride.I focus on delivering him the same kind of kiss he’s delivering to me – matching his energy and savoring the taste of his mouth.I don’t think about the customers walking by, the workers, or even his friends.I mean, we’re in the romance section after all.Perhaps this is what we were supposed to be doing anyway – creating our own love story instead of looking for one to buy.

Abruptly – almost too abruptly, he lowers me to my feet and says, “Sorry.I got a little carried away.”

“It’s okay.I like being carried away,” I say, slipping my hands beneath his shirt, touching his back and watching him close his eyes in response – in pure pleasure just from a touch.

“Autumn,” he grunts.“You shouldn’t do that.”

“You had me hiked up against the wall, Judah.I think I can do whatever I want.”

He bites back a grin and rocks an expression on his face that looks like a combination of amusement and embarrassment.

I move my hands from his back and slide them up his abs, feeling his stomach quiver.

He grimaces and says, “Stop.”

“Make me.”

Beaming down at me again, he moves his forehead to mine as if he’s conflicted about kissing me again, but I’m not confused about a thing.I move my lips to connect with his, kissing him loosely.A tap here.A tap there.I trace his lips with the tip of my tongue and wedge it between his lips again, urging him to give me what I want – another hot, tongue-tangling, kissing session.

That’s precisely what I get when he grips the back of my neck and buries his tongue down my throat.

Soft moans leak out of my mouth.I tried to be quiet.I really tried, but everything in me wants everything in him, and now that I know he feels the same, it’s difficult to contain those emotions.It’s a good thing he’s swallowing them, muffling the noises as he takes his time with my mouth.

Tongue to tongue, lips to lips, I drink his saliva while my hands find their way up his shirt again.

He snatches his mouth from mine and says softly, “Autumn.”

“Judah,” I utter breathlessly in return.

He smiles, brushes his thumb across my cheek again, and asks, “What were we supposed to be doing again?”

A small grin touches my thoroughly-kissed lips.“Youclaimedyou were going to choose a book for me.”

“Oh.Right.I still am,” he says, cupping my chin and pressing his lips to mine briefly.

I say, “And I’m fine with you picking a book, but make sure it’s one with a kiss-against-the-wall kind of energy.”

“I got you.”

I smile while taking a side step to leave the hold he has on me.I don’t want to, but I also don’t want the crew finding us in the back corner.

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