Page 68 of Accidentally Falling
Not away from.
He’s serious; it’s not a game, but that doesn’t make me any less scared.
Because even though I know I’m not my mother and I know Jude isn’t my father, there’s still the niggling of doubt in the back of my mind that, despite the fact that he’s trying to claim physical space in my life, wonderswhat if he leaves?
Fucking daddy issues.
Facing off with the man I accidentally fell in love with, I stomp past him toward the dresser and rip one of the remaining five drawers out, dumping my folded pajamas onto the floor before slamming it back into its slot.
“Take two.”
JUDE
“Take two.”
Heart pounding in my chest, I don’t think, just close the distance between us and crash my lips over hers. She tastes like mint and victory and fucking mine.
Scooping her up into my arms, I turn for the bed, reveling in the way her nails drag down my neck, her teeth nipping at my bottom lip as I lay her on the mattress.
She’s stunning, her dark hair fanned out over the pillow, her cheeks pink and her lips pouty.
She’s like a dream.
Grabbing the pillow from the other side of the bed, I put it behind her, pulling her shirt up and off, her tits spilling from herbra so I get rid of that too. I kiss and lick down her body, laving her tits as I work her skirt and panties off.
She’s soaked, and I grin because gettin’ her all riled up is the best kind of foreplay. She fights and fights but she just wants to be claimed.
Protected.
Worshipped.
And I’ll make sure it happens all the days of my life.
I can’t stop the rumble of approval at finding her pussy glistening as I push her legs wider, loving the way she doesn’t shy away from my perusal.
“Jude.” My name is a whimper as I sink two fingers inside her, her body already primed and ready to detonate. As much as I’d love to drag this out, I know how much she needs this.
Dragging her leg over my shoulder, I press my lips against her inner thigh until I reach the apex, her clit swollen and needy andmouthwatering.
Sucking her clit into my mouth, I relish her gasp as her hips roll against my mouth, searching for more.
And I give it to her.
Devouring her the way I know she likes it—the way that gets her off when she’s fighting so desperately just tobreathe.
To exist.
To quiet the noise that’s gotten so much louder since she’s been pregnant.
“Don’t stop,”she pleads, her eyes hooded as they meet mine.
As she shatters into a million little pieces, her relief is palpable as she writhes against the sheets, ensuring she gets every ounce of pleasure she’s due.
“That was so good,” she hums, her tits heavy and swollen, her chest flushed and sexy, like a queen presiding over her subjects.
“Maybe but it’s not what you need.”
“No?” she asks, her eyebrow arching as I push myself up on the bed.
