As he drove, I wrapped my arms around his sun-warmed chest and laid my head against his back.
This felt good.
More than good, it felt right.
Chapter Sixteen
By the time Jude and I finished with our fun, Trent and Row had long since left.
Jude stretched out on a towel and crooked an elbow over his eyes.
“I’ll be right back,” I told him.
“I’ll be here.”
Most of the day had past, and the two of us had completely forgotten lunch. It was closer to dinnertime now. I wanted to get a quick shower to rinse the ocean water off my body and make us sandwiches for a snack.
By the time I got upstairs I regretted my decision to come inside.
“Oh, Trent! Yes! Harder!”
I backed into a wall, slamming a hand over my eyes, which was stupid since I didn’t see anything. Oh no, I heard it.
I scurried into the guestroom, feeling like an intruder. I had to get out of there. Now.
I grabbed a change of clothes and left as quietly as possible, so hopefully they’d never know I’d been there. Food would have to wait.
There was an outdoor shower, so I decided to make do with that. I laid my clean clothes on a chair and went to tell Jude about the change of plans.
“Hey.” I shook his shoulder and he raised his arm off his face. Clearly he’d fallen asleep.
“What’s up?”
“Um,” I bit my lip, embarrassed to say the words out loud, “I kind of walked in on Trent and Row having sex, not that I saw anything,” I hastened to add. “I just…uh…heard it.” Great, now my cheeks were heating. He really was going to think I was a virgin now. “So, I’m going to take a shower out here.” I pointed over my shoulder in the general vicinity of the outdoor shower.
He nodded. “Okay…but do you really need a shower? It’s still kind of early.”
“I feel gross,” I replied. “I want a shower.”
“Women,” he muttered, before covering his face with his arm once more.
I shook my head and went to the shower. Since the showerhead was only blocked from the view of others by fence paneling—where there were large enough cracks to see through—I left my bikini on and figured I’d sit in one of the chairs and read a book while I dried. It didn’t seem like the people that owned the homes on either side were even there, but I wanted to be on the safe side. Public nudity didn’t seem like a good way to introduce myself.
I turned on the water, letting it warm, and stepped beneath the spray. I instantly felt it rinsing the salt and sand from my body. I’d brought soap out to wash my body—figuring I’d do my hair later when I had access to an indoor shower. I’d just begun to lather my body when the shower door opened and I let out a yelp. The soap bottle went clattering to the pebbled floor.
“Jude!” I shrieked. “What the hell?!”
His eyes were hooded, dazed. “I couldn’t get the thought of you in this shower out of my head.” He looked me up down, causing Goosebumps to break out across my skin from the intensity of his heated look.
“I could’ve been naked,” I hissed, covering my body even though it was completely unnecessary.
“I’m aware of that, and I wouldn’t have minded one bit.”
Before I could shoo him away, his mouth was on mine. With one kiss he consumed me.
His mouth moved over mine like a skillful dancer. I struggled to keep up.
His tongue slipped past my lips and I gasped, drawing him in even more. He grabbed my thighs and my legs wrapped around his waist. My back was pushed against the fence wall as his hips dug into mine. My heart raced like a caged bird threatening to break free. Jude made me crazy—that was the only word for it.