Page 97 of Dirty Like Jude
He just let go of the clutch, so the bike jolted forward and I had to grip him tighter—then took off at what felt like the speed oflight.
By the time we got to my place I was throughly wet and ready to screw his brains out. Admittedly, motorcycles had always gotten me weirdlyhot.
I was definitely one of those girls who creamed when a Harley toreby.
Didn’t even care who was onit.
But when Jude was onit?
Holyhell.
“C’mere,” I said as soon as we got inside. I pulled him over to my couch and shoved him down as we both peeled off our jackets and sweaters. He went, willingly, sitting back and spreading his knees wide, so I had to spread mine even wider—like super wide—to straddlehim.
I grabbed his face and kissed the hell out ofhim.
When my hands ran down his chest, he slid his hands up into my hair. I continued my exploration down to his crotch, and as I teased my fingers over the hard length in his jeans, he said, “You plannin’ to blow me and run again,darlin’?”
“Don’t think so. I had enough Blow Jobs at thebar.”
He pulled back, his dark eyebrow risingsharply.
“Shooters,” Isaid.
“There’s a shooter called a BlowJob?”
“Yup. It’s got whipped cream ontop.”
He chuckled. “’Course itdoes.”
“And you’ve gotta pick it up off the bar with your mouth and suck it back without using yourhands.”
“There’s avisual…”
“I think that’s thepoint.”
“How many of those youhave?”
“Mmm…four?”
“Hmm. You gonna puke on me, I put my tongue down yourthroat?”
“Jude. I’m a grown woman. I can handle four BlowJobs.”
He gave me his dead-eye security-guy look, and Igrinned.
“Sweetheart,” he said, as I grabbed his hair and dragged his head back, so I could kiss my way down his throat, “one of these days, you’re gonna fuck mesober…”
“I wouldn’t say I’mdrunk…”
“You’re notnotdrunk,darlin’.”
“Mmm. Goodpoint.”
I was kissing a path down his chest, right over his T-shirt. Slithering down between his legs until I was on my knees on the floor and his T-shirt was up and I was licking my way down his fabulousabs.
“Nope.” He grabbed my arms, stopping me in my descent. “Uh-uh.”
“What?” I swirled my tongue around his bellybutton.
