Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
After dinner, we cleaned up, and I noticed he brought his gaming system and made a joke that he couldn’t live without me kicking his ass even after being with me all day.
Then I decided there was no way I’d be playing a video game on that couch, unless it was on the floor. I let out a tired yawn, and Jude offered the shower first. I tried my hardest to be fast. Still, when your body, face, and hair need to be scrubbed, it takes a while.
Then I slathered myself with lotion, Steve-O and his family didn’t have aloe. Jude offered to run to the store, but I absolutely wouldn’t have any of that. Now, I’m standing here with damp hair in two braids, my pajamas, and a slight buzzing sensation overwhelming my body.
“Ugh.” I’m about to bang on the door to the bathroom.
“I can hear you, Foxy. Get your sexy ass in bed.” His voice carries through the closed door, and it spurs my butt into action. Leave it to Jude to have the last word. I’ll let him have it, for now.
I walk a few steps and land in the bedroom, trying to decipher which side of the bed is his and which one will be mine. The smallish built-in cubby nightstands don’t hold any personal belongings on either one. Instead, I look from where someone would sleep, on the right side of the bed, you’re able to see clear down the whole van. Nope, not for me. I’d rather not be woken up in the middle of the night to a strange noise causing my imagination to go haywire and think I’m seeing things. I skirt around to the other side of the bed, pull back the comforter and sheets, and slide inside.
When my head hits the pillow, I instantly inhale deep breaths of Jude’s scent, a mixture of cardamom, warm and golden, mixed with a smoky promise hidden beneath. Rough yet refined, a touch of the skin that burns while soothing you at the same time.
I close my eyes. Our day in the heat and sun is catching up to me. Plus, I’m tittering on the edge of nervousness and excitement wondering how sleeping in a bed with Jude will go.
“That didn’t take you long.” Jude’s voice has my eyes popping open.
“The same could be said for yourself,” I reply without any hesitation, when in all actuality, I’m lucky drool isn’t gathered at the corners. The man is wearing barely anything to bed, way less than I am, and the tight black boxer briefs show a visible outline of his cock.
“Lift your head up, Foxy,” he says.
“Okay.” His arm slides beneath my neck. No longer are the covers lifted, allowing the cool air to seep in. The warmth he offers me is like a cocoon. I move to my side, hand going to his chest, the tips of my fingers slowly trailing around the swirls of color on his chest.
“Woman.” My hand is trapped by his, stopping me from exploring. I guess fair is fair. I am the one who said no funny business.
“Sorry,” I mumble, closing my eyes.
“You got nothing to apologize for. You’re exhausted, sunburnt, and I didn’t want to share a bed only to get in your pants. I’d rather hold you while you sleep instead of rushing this too fast.” We both remain silent for a moment. When I tilt my head on his shoulder to finally look at his face, I see he isn’t asleep, and his eyes definitely aren’t closed.
“Jude?”
“Yeah, Foxy.”
“I really like you.” The confession rolls of my tongue.
“I really like you, too.” He curls into my side, holding me tightly to him, and kisses my forehead.
“Thank you for leaving a light on for me,” I say as my eyes drift closed, sleep taking me under faster than ever before.
11
RONNIE
When my eyes pop open, early morning light is creeping through the windows, a concept that has me blinking rapidly only to slam my lids shut. It’s too bright compared to the blackout curtain I’m used to at home. There’s also Jude, who happens to be lying on top of me. Well, not completely, half his body weight seems to be on the mattress and the other on me. I have no idea who gravitated towards whom, but honestly, it doesn’t matter.
“Go back to sleep, Foxy.” Jude’s voice in my ear causes me to shiver. I also wiggle beneath him, scooting further in bed, and realize just how much on top of me he is. Is that what I think it is? I ask myself. Surely, I would have noticed before, specifically last night when he stood near the bed, wearing the same thing he is right now.
“Um, Jude, I have a question.” He adjusts himself, dragging the underside of his cock along the seam of my center. His lips blaze a path along my neck until he meets my pulse, where he sucks the skin with a deep pull, enough to leave a mark. My leg wraps around him, and my open thighs allow him more room to slowly shift his hips.