Fool For You (Made for Love Book 4) (64 page)

“Relax, Teddy. Stop fidgeting.”

“Sorry,” she replies with a blush. “I’m just excited.”

“We’ll order a bottle of wine with dinner.”

“Judah?”

“Yes, Teddy?”

“Will you kiss me?”

A small smile pulls at my lips before I lean down to press my lips to hers. Before I can pull away, she cups one of her hands around my cheek, making me pause.

“I love you,” she whispers, her mouth still kissing mine.

Every time I hear her speak those words, my chest swells, and I’m filled with the urge to mark her as mine all over again, right then and there. No woman has ever made me feel so goddamn possessive before—but she’s
mine
, and the first chance I get, I’ll make her scream my name loud enough for everyone to know it.

“Tell me again tomorrow, sweetheart,” I reply, kissing her once more.

I pull away from her just as the elevator doors slide open, and I offer her my elbow before escorting her out. Tonight, we’re dining at Spago by Wolfgang Puck, located right here in the resort. We’re seated straight away, our table close to the open-oven kitchen, allowing us the perfect view of the chefs as they work. Though, admittedly, I can’t promise that I’ll be paying that much attention to what goes on back there—not when I have the pleasure of experiencing the evening through the eyes of my shy girl. She’s completely enraptured by it all, and watching her take it all in gives me a high the likes of which I’ve never known.

As promised, I order a bottle of wine as soon as our waiter comes to introduce herself. She tells us what’s on special for the evening, and then leaves Teddy and me to peruse the menu. The soft gasp that comes from Teddy a moment later earns my attention immediately, and the worried frown that tugs at her brow confuses me.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh—um, I just—” She looks down at her menu and then back up at me, her mouth opening and closing, but with no words coming out.

“Teddy?”

“It’s all just…so much. I mean, don’t get me wrong—I appreciate you bringing me here, but I can never give this to you. I can never pay you back for all of this. It’s just
so much.
”

“Teddy, this is not a
loan
. I don’t need you to pay me back for any of it. Order whatever you want, sweetheart.”

She offers me a shy nod before directing her attention to her menu once more. When our server returns, we’re both ready to order our first and second course. It takes a full glass of wine before Teddy begins to relax, but once her anxiety becomes an afterthought, our conversation flows easily and we enjoy our meal together.

After we’ve eaten, we take a walk around, exploring what the resort has to offer as we let our food settle. With every moment that passes, my patience wanes, and my desire to take my woman to bed becomes almost unbearable. The alcohol in her system has made her handsy, and my dick stirs every time she presses herself into my side.

“Judah?” she asks, earning my attention.

We’ve wandered into The Club Lounge, and we’re standing in front of one of the large windows, facing the balcony, looking out into the dark night. When I shift my gaze down at her, she reaches her arms up, beckoning me closer as she circles them around my neck.

“I need to be alone with you now.”

“Is that so?” I ask, an impish grin making its way onto my face.

She nods, pressing herself up on her tiptoes as she pulls me closer, still. “Let me thank you. Let me show you how much this means to me. Please?”

I press my hand against the small of her back, bringing her body flush against mine. When a soft moan escapes her lips, that’s all the confirmation I need that she’s felt exactly what she’s done to me.

“I’m going to fuck you all night, Teddy.”

“
Please
,” she whimpers.

Fuck. I love the sound of her voice when she begs.

“Let’s go, sweetheart.”

“Miss Fitzpatrick, it’s time to get up.”

I hear his voice, but I can’t make myself open my eyes. It’s not sleep that holds me under, though—it’s the feel of his lips traveling down my back that makes it difficult to so much as
think
about moving, even if that means simply lifting my eyelids.

“I ordered breakfast,” he mumbles against my skin. “Should be here in twenty minutes.”

“Mmmm,” I hum, a sleepy smile gracing my lips.

“Teddy.” His voice is now darker, a warning in his tone. He sinks his teeth into my side, and I gasp in surprise. “If you want to come before your cappuccino, you’ll get up. On your hands and knees, sweetheart. Now.”

His command makes my heart race, and my eyes open in an instant. By the time I’m on my hands and knees, just as he’s instructed, I’m practically panting—aching with want.

“You’re my greedy girl, aren’t you?” he asks, his body hovering over mine as he props himself on all fours above me. He rubs his erection between my legs, grazing my clit as he touches his stubble-covered cheek to mine. “You need my cock this morning, sweetheart?”

“I want you, Judah,” I breathe, pressing my ass back against him, my body begging for more. “Always. I always want you.”

I turn my head just slightly, just enough for my lips to connect with the side of his mouth. He rubs his hard length over my clit once more before he kisses me. Then, when he slides into my center, my moan mingles with his groan as we breathe into each other’s mouths.

“Fuck, you feel good, Teddy.”

I reach up to sink my fingers in his hair, holding him still so I might steal a kiss. When his tongue sweeps through my mouth, I grow even more aroused, and the sound of him penetrating my slick core fills my ears.

“Touch me, Judah—Oh, I want more,” I plead.

He thrusts into me harder as he slides one of his hands around my side and over my stomach before reaching for one of my breasts. He massages me gently in his palm; then, without warning, he pinches my nipple—
hard
.

“
Yes
,” I groan, growing wetter still.

I love the way he touches me. I love it when he’s gentle. I love it when he’s rough. I love it that he knows just how much to give and when, making me putty in his hands.

“Come ‘ere,” he mutters as he wraps both arms around my torso, lifting me up from off of my hands.

With both of us on our knees, he pumps in and out of me faster. When he cups each of his hands over my breasts, tucking his chin between my shoulder and my neck, I arch my back, reaching my hands behind me to hold onto the nape of his neck. At this angle, every powerful thrust inside of me sends a wave of pleasure throughout my entire core as he hits my g-spot over and over.

I’m so turned on I can barely breathe, and I don’t even care. All I want is more—I want all of him. I want everything he has to give. I’m his—my heart, my body, my soul—and I want him to know it with as much certainty as I do.

“
Judah
,” I mewl. “Oh, Jude—harder!”

“Fuck, yes,” he growls, ramming into me as he circles his arms around my middle, locking me against his chest.

“I’m going to come!” I cry, gripping him tighter. “Please, let me—Jude!”

“Strangle my dick, sweetheart,” he mutters into my ear before his teeth graze my shoulder.

He hits my g-spot one more time, and my entire body goes ridged as my insides clench around him. He slides a hand down, his fingers circling my clit, elongating my orgasm as he succumbs to his own release. He swells even larger inside of me before he spills his seed, his groan giving sound to his pleasure.

Never before has a
sound
made me feel like more of a woman.

We don’t move right away, both of us trying to catch our breath as we descend from our moment of ecstasy. When he pulls out of me, sitting back on his heels, I turn around to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck before I press my lips against his. He kisses me deeply and I savor the taste of him, even as I feel his cum leaking out of me.

A knock sounds at the door, alerting us to the arrival of our breakfast, and I’m disappointed to be interrupted so soon. Reluctantly, I don’t fight him when he ends our kiss.

“Stay here. Stay naked. I’ll be right back.”

I watch him as he climbs out of bed and steps into the pants he left discarded on the floor last night. It’s the first time that I’ve ever seen him in something wrinkly, and for some reason, it makes me smile. He leaves the room and I scurry off to the bathroom to clean up from our love making. I then hurry back to the bed, slipping my legs under the sheets just as he reenters the room. I know I look a hot mess, my wavy hair having been through so much from the last ten hours spent in bed; but the way he smiles at me as he wheels in the breakfast cart makes me feel just as exquisite as he’s always telling me I am.

“What did you order?” I ask, suddenly famished.

“Coffee, crepes, and eggs.”

“Yum.”

He hands me the cappuccino first, and my eyes fall closed as I moan deeply with my first sip.

“Keep that up and our breakfast will get cold,” he mutters, causing my eyes to flutter open.

When I look up at him, I find him staring down at me, his expression clouded with lust.

“I’ll try to control myself,” I reply with a grin.

He drops his pants, and I start to wonder if our breakfast really is about to get cold, but he doesn’t come after me. He sits beside me on the edge of the bed and uncovers our breakfast. I arrange myself next to him, my bare thigh grazing his, and we enjoy our breakfast together—
naked
—and it’s marvelous. The food and the company.

“What are we going to do today?”

“We’ll spend the day hiking,” he tells me, sipping at his coffee. “I’ve arranged for a picnic lunch to be prepared for us. We’ll pick it up when we leave—whenever we’re ready.”

“You’ve thought of everything,” I whisper, leaning into his side. I rest my chin on his shoulder before I say, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

We finish our breakfast in silence before we both get up to start readying ourselves for the day. I shower first and then go about drying my hair when Jude takes his turn. I find the task of operating my diffuser far less tedious with the reflection of Judah’s naked backside in the mirror to distract me. I’m just about to give up, my long beach waves almost halfway dry, when he occupies the sink beside me, taking out his shaving kit.

He looks so unbearably sexy—his wet hair slicked back, his face dusted in a thin layer of dark stubble, his body wrapped in only a towel around his hips. I sort of wish he
wouldn’t
shave. Right now, he looks like the rough man I know in bed—he looks rugged enough for a day in the mountains—and I turn off my hair dryer just as he begins to lather his face.

“Wait,” I insist, catching his eye in the mirror.

He lifts a questioning eyebrow at me in response.

“Don’t shave. I like it. Will you keep it?” I ask, taking a step closer to him. “Just for today. And maybe tomorrow?” I close the distance between us, sure that I’m probably pushing my luck. “It’s just us,” I coax, wrapping my arms around his waist.

He studies me for a long moment before he looks away from my reflection and down at me. I can’t for the life of me figure out what he’s thinking. Then, before I know it, he’s ripped my towel away from my body, leaving me naked. He uses the towel to wipe his face dry, and then tosses it onto the floor. I giggle when he plants a firm kiss against my lips, and then he smacks my ass before striding out of the bathroom.

God, I love him.

Our day ends up being perfect. The weather was cool, but the sun shone high in the blue sky, and I didn’t get too cold as we trekked our way along the trail we decided to take. The views were outrageous, the colors breathtaking, and with every image I captured with my camera, I couldn’t help but thank God for the beauty of it all. I’m sure I’ve never been surrounded by such radiance, and getting to experience it with Judah at my side made it that much more special.

Along the way, I managed to sneak a few shots of my man, as well. Seeing him outside immersed in nature was actually incredibly…
sexy.
It’s certainly not his element, but he wasn’t fazed by it at all. In fact, he was practically a walking advertisement. He could be in one of those magazine spreads—in his khakis and crew-neck sweater, his sleeves pushed up his arms, showing off the band of his wrist watch, which just so happens to match the leather of his boots—selling something like
cologne
, or something wildly irrelevant, like they so often do. Even after a morning of skipping his usual shave, he couldn’t convince me that he and mother nature were pals—but if he was trying to sell me men’s hair gel while posing against the gorgeous backdrop of autumn, I would totally buy it. In
bulk
. He’s
that
hot.