“Hate to tell ya, babe, but this was gonna happen even if you were wearing chain mail.” But, damn, he did like the thought of seeing her in a swimsuit. “That little purple bikini with the silver ties at the hips… You don’t still have that, do you?”
Libby laughed and shook her head. “Of course not. I was twenty pounds lighter back then. It wouldn’t fit me now.”
“Mmm, I like your body now. All this soft skin here…” He stripped off her shirt and palmed her breasts. She’d always had the sexiest lingerie, and he was glad to see that hadn’t changed, but right now he was more interested in the lovely mounds overflowing his palms and the rosy nipples straining toward him through the sheer white lace of her bra.
“And here…” In a move so quick it left her gasping, he spun her to face the pool table. He kissed her shoulder before dropping to his knees and sliding off her pants.
She groaned. “Jude—”
“No.” His voice came out as little more than a rasp, and he stopped her from turning back around. Having her lace-covered ass right there in front of him was so damn erotic that the sight of her curves alone almost did him in. He traced a finger over the dimples at the base of her spine, lightly down the cleft between her cheeks, and found the honeyed spot between her legs already damp for him. Standing, he kept his hand on her sex and nudged her legs farther apart.
Christ, she was so wet. His cock ached with the need to sink into her, but he wasn’t ready for that yet. He wanted to make her come, wanted her legs to turn to jelly, wanted her gasping and writhing and begging before he entered her. He slipped his fingers under the edge of her panties and enjoyed the shudder that shook her so hard she had to grab the pool table for support.
Oh yeah. She was wound so tight that he bet he could make her go off three times before he penetrated her.
This was going to be fun.
…
This was completely insane.
She’d promised herself she wasn’t going to have sex with Jude ever again, had secretly nicknamed him “Last Man on Earth” Wilde—as in, not even if he were the last man on Earth. Yet here she was, straining against his talented fingers, wanting nobody else.
A breeze stirred the palm fronds overhanging the pool and brushed her bare skin in a warm caress, reminding her they were still outside. She experienced a moment of sheer oh-my-God-I-must-have-lost-my-mind, but then Jude flipped aside the end of her ponytail and dragged his lips up her spine, gently biting the base of her neck as his fingers dipped deeper into her sex. Her knees threatened collapse. Only his muscled arm around her waist kept her from melting into a puddle of lust at his feet.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she squeaked.
“Yeah, we probably shouldn’t.” His breath was hot against her skin, and yet still sent goose bumps racing over her body. “But that’s the fun of it.”
Fun. Was this fun? As his lips and tongue continued their exploration of her spine and his fingers dipped in and out, in and out, she swallowed a moan. Oh, yes, this was fun. And delicious. And so very dangerous.
Crazy. This was all so crazy, and she didn’t do crazy. She did safe. Secure. Steady.
Boring.
“You’re thinking again,” Jude said. He cupped her chin in one big hand and rubbed his thumb over her lower lip before drawing her toward him for a kiss that swept her up, shook her around, and spit her out in the land of impossible things.
She sucked in a sharp breath when he finally let her mouth go. “I’m not in Kansas anymore, am I?”
That devastatingly sexy grin of his spread across lips still damp from their kiss. “Nah, Dorothy, but this is no dream. This is the real deal, and if you want to stop—well, damn, it might kill me, but I’ll walk out that door right now and call one of my brothers to play bodyguard.”
Her heart gave an unexpected lurch at the thought, which should have been all the proof she needed to back off and tell him to do exactly that. She’d probably be safer with one of his brothers, both physically and emotionally.
Instead, she found herself tracing his lips with her fingertip. Lips that so easily offered a smile. Lips that knew exactly how to make a woman scream with pleasure. Lips she had dreamed about more often than she wanted to admit even to herself. “If I say no, you won’t stay?”
He shook his head. “Now that I’ve had a taste, I don’t trust myself to be a gentleman and keep my hands off you.”
“You’ve never been a gentleman, Jude Wilde.”
“Exactly.”