Page 93 of Elf-ish

“Just figured your favorite color is something a girlfriend should know. Fake or not.”

Jude stares at me a minute before his hands clasp my face and he kisses me. The connection is so powerful. I’m walked across the short width of his entryway and pressed into the opposite wall.

Never in my life has a kiss felt so claiming. His tongue practically etches his name on mine. His heart hammers in his chest beneath my palms, telling me he’s just as affected as I am by this moment. But I push him away, because this moment is mine.

As I press against his chest, he takes a step back to the other side of the entryway.

“Green,” he says.

I tilt my head again.

“My favorite color is green.”

I lean into Jude once more, kissing him quickly before lowering to the floor and working at his zipper.

“Angelica.” His voice cracks.

Glancing at him, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Jude so vulnerable.

“Let me please you,” I whisper, my confidence faltering another step. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this, but I want to do it to him.

He cups my jaw, holding his gaze on my face. “You already do.”

Dammit. His words empower me more, and I boldly tug at his jeans and boxer briefs, lowering them over his hips, while watching his thick shaft spring from the confines. When I wrap my hand about the base, Jude hisses. With a firm squeeze, I aim the tip toward my mouth and lick the slit, seeping with desire.

“Fuck.”

Peering up at him, I watch him tip back his head. He holds the hem of his shirt up against his washboard abs, and I take a second to admire the ripple of his belly and the dark hairs leading to the massive length in my hand.

Opening wide, I suck at the tip, popping off only momentarily before taking more of him into my mouth. As he taps the back of my throat, Jude collects my hair and wraps it around his fist, lifting it off my neck. He gently holds the back of my head, rocking ever so slightly into the warmth of my mouth. I suck and lick and savor the salty maleness of him.

“This feels so good, angel,” he groans before abruptly pulling free.

“Why stop?” Did I do this wrong?

“I want more of you.” Jude reaches down for my hips and tugs me upward from my crouched position until I’m wrapping my legs around his waist. He carries me like this to his living room and sets me on the low table in front of his couch. Quickly, he removes my knee-high boots and pulls me to stand to remove my leggings and underwear.

When I reach for his jersey, he stops me. “Leave it on.”

The request gives me pause, and I glance down at the uniform. Vulnerability slams into me.

“How many other girls have you told to do the same thing?” I shouldn’t ask. It’s ruining the mood and bringing down my empowered woman vibe. But something deep inside me needs to know.

“Zero.”

I tip my head, not certain I believe him. With Jude seated on the couch and me standing over him, his eyes shift. The cold icy glare so natural to him melts to clear pools again.

“I swear on my sister.” He makes an X over his heart. “I have never touched a girl wearing that jersey because no girl has ever worn it before you. No one.”

He licks his lips and adds, “I didn’t bring women here. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a private person. Cautious about who I bring close to me.”

He leans forward and runs his hands up the back of my thighs.

“And I want you closer.”

My heart nearly does a back flip in my chest as he tugs me onto his lap.

While straddling him, he tugs off his two shirts, then lifts me just enough to shove down his boxer briefs and jeans.