always used with people he considered lesser
than himself. Leaning forward, Indigo gave the driver her address just as the
door reopened. Jude stared down at her, face fraught with worry.
“Am I coming?”
“I don’t care,” Indigo gasped, “I just want to go home.”
Jude climbed in, settling down beside her as the cab headed
down the dark streets. Above them, the sky had opened up, great wet flakes
swirling around them, closing them off from the rest of the world. Indigo
swallowed against the lump in her throat time and again, trying to force it
away, but her emotions churned like a storm. Too many other memories in the cab
with them too.
“What do you mean, there’s more?” Cal had asked.
“I mean that there are things I haven’t told you,” she’d
whispered. “Things I haven’t told anyone.”
“You can tell me, Indigo. I love you…”
Indigo peeked over at Jude. He hadn’t said anything since
the restaurant, but she could see he was troubled. His jaw was clenched, his
eyes hooded.
Indigo shifted into the middle of the bench seat, her hand
sliding up the front of his shirt, tightening on his collar. Jude frowned, but
didn’t move. She tugged him nearer, feeling him resist for just a second, and
then fall forward.
The kiss started like a wildfire, one spark igniting them,
mouths bumping together in haste. He tasted of wine, his tongue deep in her
mouth, hard and insistent. Indigo’s fingers tangled in the front of his shirt,
rough and anxious to forget. Jude groaned, and she dragged herself close so
that the whole length of their bodies were pressed together against the door of
the cab.
Blocked off from the rest of the city, the embrace dragged
on, growing heady. When Jude was kissing her, it was easy to forget. Indigo
wanted someone else in her memory. Another man’s arms around her. One who
didn’t know her past, or judge her for it.
‘Someone with green eyes, not brown.’
The sensations rushed over them both, separating them out
from the rest of the world, leaving them clutching desperately to one another
as their mouths slanted together. She wriggled and heard the unmistakeable
sound of a seam popping.
“Up,” she panted, “on the seat.”
Jude slid back into place and in seconds, she had straddled
his lap on the cracked vinyl of the narrow seat. With each kiss, the embers of desire
between them grew hotter, fuelling their motions. The bruising pressure of
Jude’s mouth moved from her lips to her neck, sucking and nipping. He pushed
down the shoulder strap of her dress with sure fingers, finding his way to the
lacy bra and pulling it aside so he could reach her breast. His hands tightened
on her hips, grinding her against him, eliciting a groan from deep in her
throat.
Mid-act, her only focus was Jude , the rest of her
rebellious thoughts burned away. Wild with desire, his mouth latched onto the
free nipple while he played with the other through the barrier of her bra,
rolling it into a hardened peak. Her skin was luminous in the darkness, lit
from the streetlight beyond.
The dress rode up her thighs to expose the triangle of
her panties as she writhed in his lap. Jude followed the path of bare skin, his
fingers nudging the lace aside to brush against damp folds. She quaked with
each touch, her hands moving frantically against him.
“Oh god, Jude…” she moaned. This was the wrong place to be
doing this, and she didn’t care.
His free arm wrapped around her hips, grinding against her,
the clothes that separated them a growing frustration. His fingertips were
sparks, igniting her skin where they touched, leaving her burning. His tongue
worked one hard peak and then the other, pushing her control precariously to
the edge. Impatient to kiss him, she threaded her hands into his short hair and
pulled him up to her mouth. Jude’s eyes fluttered open at the motion, looking
up at her with half-drugged eyes.
And then they were kissing again. His teeth nipped at her
lips before
than himself. Leaning forward, Indigo gave the driver her address just as the
door reopened. Jude stared down at her, face fraught with worry.
“Am I coming?”
“I don’t care,” Indigo gasped, “I just want to go home.”
Jude climbed in, settling down beside her as the cab headed
down the dark streets. Above them, the sky had opened up, great wet flakes
swirling around them, closing them off from the rest of the world. Indigo
swallowed against the lump in her throat time and again, trying to force it
away, but her emotions churned like a storm. Too many other memories in the cab
with them too.
“What do you mean, there’s more?” Cal had asked.
“I mean that there are things I haven’t told you,” she’d
whispered. “Things I haven’t told anyone.”
“You can tell me, Indigo. I love you…”
Indigo peeked over at Jude. He hadn’t said anything since
the restaurant, but she could see he was troubled. His jaw was clenched, his
eyes hooded.
Indigo shifted into the middle of the bench seat, her hand
sliding up the front of his shirt, tightening on his collar. Jude frowned, but
didn’t move. She tugged him nearer, feeling him resist for just a second, and
then fall forward.
The kiss started like a wildfire, one spark igniting them,
mouths bumping together in haste. He tasted of wine, his tongue deep in her
mouth, hard and insistent. Indigo’s fingers tangled in the front of his shirt,
rough and anxious to forget. Jude groaned, and she dragged herself close so
that the whole length of their bodies were pressed together against the door of
the cab.
Blocked off from the rest of the city, the embrace dragged
on, growing heady. When Jude was kissing her, it was easy to forget. Indigo
wanted someone else in her memory. Another man’s arms around her. One who
didn’t know her past, or judge her for it.
‘Someone with green eyes, not brown.’
The sensations rushed over them both, separating them out
from the rest of the world, leaving them clutching desperately to one another
as their mouths slanted together. She wriggled and heard the unmistakeable
sound of a seam popping.
“Up,” she panted, “on the seat.”
Jude slid back into place and in seconds, she had straddled
his lap on the cracked vinyl of the narrow seat. With each kiss, the embers of desire
between them grew hotter, fuelling their motions. The bruising pressure of
Jude’s mouth moved from her lips to her neck, sucking and nipping. He pushed
down the shoulder strap of her dress with sure fingers, finding his way to the
lacy bra and pulling it aside so he could reach her breast. His hands tightened
on her hips, grinding her against him, eliciting a groan from deep in her
throat.
Mid-act, her only focus was Jude , the rest of her
rebellious thoughts burned away. Wild with desire, his mouth latched onto the
free nipple while he played with the other through the barrier of her bra,
rolling it into a hardened peak. Her skin was luminous in the darkness, lit
from the streetlight beyond.
The dress rode up her thighs to expose the triangle of
her panties as she writhed in his lap. Jude followed the path of bare skin, his
fingers nudging the lace aside to brush against damp folds. She quaked with
each touch, her hands moving frantically against him.
“Oh god, Jude…” she moaned. This was the wrong place to be
doing this, and she didn’t care.
His free arm wrapped around her hips, grinding against her,
the clothes that separated them a growing frustration. His fingertips were
sparks, igniting her skin where they touched, leaving her burning. His tongue
worked one hard peak and then the other, pushing her control precariously to
the edge. Impatient to kiss him, she threaded her hands into his short hair and
pulled him up to her mouth. Jude’s eyes fluttered open at the motion, looking
up at her with half-drugged eyes.
And then they were kissing again. His teeth nipped at her
lips before
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