Page 69 of The Plus One
Indira’s responding whimper spurred him to move, hips thrusting in a rhythm that totally lacked finesse. But the way Indira started moaning his name, gripping his ass and clawing down his back, led him to believe she didn’t mind his technique.
Jude cupped her breast, leaning down to suck her sweet nipple between his teeth, loving the way she arched into him. He reared upon one hand, licking the pad of his thumb on the other and pressing it in tight circles right above where their bodies met.
“Okay?” Jude grunted out at the hiss of breath Indira released, clenching around him.
Indira managed something between a choked sob and a groan in confirmation, nodding her head for emphasis, and Jude smiled, a wolfish, delicious smile of satisfaction.
He flipped them, fingers digging into her hips as she moved over him, urging her into an almost frantic pace that matched the fire surging through his blood.
“Fuck,” Indira ground out, arching back, pinching her nipples between her fingers, her brow furrowed and sweat on her temples.
“That’s it,” he said, moving his fingers to rub against her clit, his whole body bucking beneath her at the way she squeezed his cock. He kept up the tempo, loving how she moved faster and faster over him, the way her voice grew hoarse and needy and raw.
But he was greedy and lost and wanted more, more,more.
He wanted to press every inch of his body to hers until there was no space, nothing separating them.
“Hold on,” Jude said, and Indira slowed, too far gone to fully stop the drag of her hips. Jude sat up, cinching one hand around her waist and using the other to scoot back against the pillows.
“I feel like I can’t get close enough to you,” he said, nuzzling his face against her chest, whispering the words into her breasts.
Indira hummed, taking on a lazy rhythm as she slid and circled over him. “I know, baby. I feel it too,” she said, knotting her hands in his hair and tilting his head, bending down to kiss him, deep and messy, and beautiful.
And something about hearing those words—knowing she was right there with him—while being held by her body, ripped away any remaining walls Jude had. He sank his teeth into her shoulder, letting go completely, kissing and sucking and thrusting until she came again, and he followed her over the edge, a molten and sinuous pleasure lighting every nerve in his body on fire as he lost himself in her.
They continued holding each other, sliding down to lay tangled on their sides as Jude started to soften, but stayed inside her. Their hands moved in soft and comforting circuits up backs and down legs, through hair and along jaws. It wasn’t long before they were rocking their hips gently against each other again. Never enough.
“Indira,” he said, pushing her hair from her face, wrapping the curls around his fingers. She looked at him with those achingly familiar eyes. “I think I want more than just tonight.”
Indira smiled, lips swollen from his kisses. “I think I do too.”
CHAPTER 24
Jude
The next morning, Jude lay on his stomach, his face buried in a pillow as tentative rays of sunlight cut through the blinds and curled across the bed. Indira’s fingers trailed lightly across his back, tracing the planes of muscle and sinew, and he smiled at the soft, electric current her touch sent through him.
“Someone once told me that birthmarks and moles are markings of where lovers of your past lives kissed you the most,” Indira said in her husky voice, propping up on an elbow to look down on him as she continued touching. “Seems like past-life you wasverybusy.”
“Mmm, is that right?” Jude said, turning his head to face her. He was rewarded by the crisp white sheet slowly falling away from her chest. Indira’s exposed skin, her collarbones, her breasts, all touched by the gentle morning light. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“Yes, and I’ve decided I’m jealous of every single one of them,” she said primly, spreading out her fingers so each pad touched a different mark along his arm. “Isn’t that ridiculous?”
“How do you know it wasn’t you that caused them?”
“You think we knew each other in a past life?” Indira said, looking at him with a hint of seriousness, like the question shouldn’t matter but it did.
“You’re terrifyingly persistent. I’d bet that every alternate universe Indira has tracked me down.”
Indira rolled her eyes, pulling her hand away.
But Jude stopped her, gripping her wrist, kissing the inside of it lightly.
“But I’d hope alternate versions of me would be smart enough to find you first,” Jude said, taking a terrifying leap of vulnerability. All of this was uncharted territory, and he knew—absolutelyknew—he’d fuck it up. But he’d be damned if he didn’t at least try.
“I like that idea,” Indira said after a long moment, her eyes matching his in naked truth. Jude could sense the fear in both of them, and all he could do was hope they’d make it through.
“Past-life me was clearly enamored with your back,” she said, breaking the tension and sweeping her gaze over the smattering of marks there. She bent over him, planting soft kisses along his spine, in the center of his right shoulder blade, a ticklish spot right below his left rib, all the places where small birthmarks dotted his skin.
