Page 45 of The Surrender

He drops my leg and falls to his forearms, his head hanging, driving on faster.

I cry out, coiling my legs around his waist, tensing, preparing. My vision fogs, stars jump into my sight, and our bodies start to slip as our sweat mixes on our skin. I’m holding on for dear life, knowing my climax is going to hit hard.

And when I see the veins in his neck bulge and he gasps, lifting his head to look up at me, the intensity of his eyes has me shattering underneath him on a throaty cry.

“Oh, Jesus, Amelia,” he whispers, watching me come undone. My head thrashes as I deal with the intensity and the pure, exquisite fullness of him inside, banging my pleasure out of me. “Fuck,” he yells. “Fuck, you look incredible coming sofuckinghard.” He thrusts one last time, holding himself deeply so I can feel the second he climaxes, before crumpling on top of me, breathless, to join me in the aftermath.

Aftershocks have me jolting constantly, the sensitivity almost too much to bear. I can’t hold on to him any longer, my limbs listless. My heart feels like it could burst, both with exhaustion and love.

“Okay?” he pants, splattered all over me, hot and wet, still pulsing and twitching. That was intense. It’s always intense, but that just felt different.

“I don’t know yet,” I admit as I stare up at the ceiling, arms and legs splayed, my mouth open, needing as much air as I can get, my lungs burning.

“Me either,” he replies, a red-hot weight on top of me, but I don’t have the energy to ask him to moveorpush him off. Biting at my neck with little force, Jude exhales heavily and loudly, and I close my eyes, immediately falling into a deep slumber trapped beneath him.

Burning.

Still full to the brim with Jude.

Exhausted.

Madly, deeply in love.

Chapter 12

Feathery touches down my arm wake me, and I wince as Jude lifts his hips and slides out of me, rolling onto his back with a huff and pulling me into his side. I don’t know how long I’ve been out, but I can still hear his heart beating hard when my head comes to rest on his chest. I sigh, settled, both in body and mind, feeling like we’ve finally reached a common place.

“You’re staying the night,” he says sleepily, breathing into my hair as he plays with a strand.

I smile. “Really taking this slowly, aren’t we?”

“I never agreed. You didn’t want to. So here we are. Where we should be.”

I scrunch my nose and turn my lips onto his chest, kissing it.

“Are you hungry?”

“No, that pasta will keep me full until lunchtime tomorrow.”

“Well, I didn’t get to try it, so I’m going to get room service.” Easing me off his chest, he gets up and fishes his mobile out of his trouser pocket. I roll to my back on an appreciative exhale and admire his naked form as he wanders over to the window. “Hey, Audrey, can you get a chicken club sandwich sent up to my apartment?” he says. “With fries. And mayo. And extra pickles.” He looks back at me, laughing under his breath. “Yeah, gotta keep up my energy.”

My eyebrows lift, and I stretch out on the bed, my back arching, and it feels glorious. “I feel like something sweet.” My smile is demureand really bloody teasing, and Jude’s eyes instantly mist, his chest swelling from a deep inhale.

“Add the Eton Mess for Amelia,” he says quietly. “And a bottle of champagne. And can you have her bags brought up from the Library Bar?” He bites his lip. “Thanks.”

I brace myself when he stalks back to the bed, tossing his phone aside and crawling up to me, pinning me down by my wrists. My delighted eyes take him in as he gazes down at me. “Flirt,” he whispers, swooping in and eating me alive. With ownership. It’s the longest kiss. The deepest. Full of meaning, conviction and passion. He rolls us carefully, not breaking our mouths, humming, moaning, and rolling us again, back to the middle of the bed.

“Oh?” I whisper, feeling him hardening up against me. My legs open, inviting him.

“You want me again?”

“Please,” I murmur, flexing my hips up, helping him fall into place.

He pulls back, observing me for a few moments, running his tongue across his bottom lip.

“Flirt.” I reach for his hair and fist it, moving my mouth up his cheek to his ear as he swivels and enters me. “God, yes,” I breathe, feeling him so deeply.

Jude groans, stilling, panting rapidly. “How the hell do you do this to me?”