Apres Ski by Christie Butler Read Free Book Online

asleep?
    He radiated heat, his body firm as she melted against him.
Neither of them spoke as his hand lightly stroked her belly. She imagined his
fingers moving south and she could actually feel them opening the folds of her
pussy.
    Instead he went north, sneaking his hand under her scrub top
and boldly moving up to cup her breast, thumbing her nipple until it stood out.
She stifled a gasp of pleasure, her headache now either gone or unimportant.
Either she was swept away with passion or her medicine had kicked in, because
she felt as if she were floating on air.
    Those beautiful lips she’d just examined brushed the back of
her neck, again and again. She was on fire, needing his lips on hers. Before
she could turn to him, she found herself flat on her back. He moved over her,
his hard thigh muscling in between her legs. She’d barely taken a breath before
he covered her mouth with his, kissing her insistently. His tongue plunged past
her lips, tangling with her own, exploring.
    At her breast, his fingers continued to work their
magic—squeezing her flesh, plucking at her nipple. Jud was heavy on top of her
and it felt heavenly. She reached up to clasp the back of his head, threading
her fingers through his silky hair. She kissed him back, thrusting her chest at
his hand. His erection was hard and thick against her thigh.
    He reached down for the hem of her top and was slowly
working it up to remove it when a shrill beeping filled the air. They both
froze for just a moment and then Jud pulled away from her to shut off the alarm
clock. He rolled back and propped himself up on his elbow. “What the fuck?” His
voice was gruff.
    “It’s me. Chelsea,” she said.
    “Fucking hell, Chelsea. I know it’s you.” He moved quickly
to turn on the bedside lamp. “Do you think I don’t know who I’m in bed with?”
    That was exactly what she thought, but he seemed pretty mad
so she decided to downplay it. Shrugging, she smiled. “I don’t know. I thought
maybe you were having a hot dream about some sex goddess.”
    He shook his head and smoothed her top down. “I was. You.”
    She fought her usual habit of self-deprecation and decided
to take him at his word. Still, she was unable to hold her blush in check. “Why
did you set your alarm for one in the morning?”
    He ran a hand through his hair and yawned. “I thought I’d
better do a neuro check, make sure you were still alive.”
    “Huh. Well, I think you need to brush up on your exam
skills.”
    Jud laughed out loud and Chelsea smiled, relieved that they
could still have a friendly exchange despite the new physical aspect of their
relationship.
    The smile dropped from his face and he furrowed his brow.
“Chelsea, you have a concussion. Why did you let me do that? Why didn’t you
push me away?”
    “Um…is that a trick question?”
    His smile returned and he brushed her hair back to plant a
kiss on her forehead. “I’m sorry anyway. I shouldn’t have done that, shouldn’t
have gotten carried away.”
    “It was nice,” she said, reaching to grab his hand,
interlacing their fingers.
    “Just nice? Maybe there are other skills I need to brush up
on.” He brushed his lips over her fingers. “So how are you feeling? How’s the
headache?”
    “Gone. I took another pain pill a few minutes before your
alarm went off.”
    “What? Jeez, Chels. Now I feel like a total rat—taking
advantage of a medicated woman. I’m an asshole.”
    She laughed. “No, you’re not. Believe me, I was very aware
of what was going on. Probably more than you were, so I’m the asshole.”
    “No, never.” The twinkle in his eyes gave way to searing
desire. “I’m gonna have you soon though. I want you, Chels. Badly.”
    Unable to speak, she swallowed and nodded.
    Jud reached behind him to flick off the light. Turning back
to Chelsea, he pulled her into his arms, tucking her head under his chin. “Go
to sleep. I’ll be on my best behavior.”
    She sighed. “Darn.” She felt