Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Made for him.
* * *
Jude tried to maintain control, but Sloan reared up and sucked on his neck, her teeth setting against his skin, and it was too much combined with the way her pussy gripped him like a fucking vise. He came with a curse, trying to keep from driving into her, but it was no use. She took everything he gave, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands tangled in his hair until he was spent.
He rolled partly to the side to avoid crushing her. The sound of their harsh breathing filled the room, and she maintained her grip on his hair as if unable to control her body enough to let go. Jude kissed her lips once, twice, a third time, keeping it light. With her looking up at him with her dark eyes gone hazy with pleasure he provided, he wanted nothing more than to just keep fucking her. It wouldn’t take much. He palmed her breast, her pebbled nipple dragging against his palm.
Already, he was getting hard again.
She’s a fucking virgin.
She was. She’s not anymore.
But the reminder was enough to have him sliding reluctantly out of her. She made a sound that was half protest, half pain, and he felt like an ass all over again for considering taking his pleasure over hers. As it was, she’d be sore as fuck tomorrow. “Stay here.”
He got up and headed into the attached bathroom. It was quick work to dispose of the condom and get a hot bath running. He didn’t make a habit of sticking around after sex, but this was different for multiple reasons. He needed information she had—and he’d be damned before he scared her off sex for life.
“What are you doing?”
He turned to find Sloan standing in the doorway, looking well and thoroughly fucked. Her dark hair tumbled around her shoulders, her mouth swollen from his kisses, and whisker burn on her neck and thighs. He wanted to leave his marks all over her goddamn body. He motioned her closer, and then pulled her against him when she obeyed. “You’re going to be sore.”
“I already am.” She made a face. “Is it always like this?”
Something like guilt rose up inside him. In some ways, she seemed younger than twenty-four. It made him feel like a fucking cradle robber. But she ran her hands up his chest, much like she had earlier when she told him to stay, and he let the guilt go. She was a grown-ass woman. She’d known exactly what she was getting into when she invited him into her bed.
Or as much as any virgin could know about such things.
He prodded her a little with a hand on her back. “Some of it is unavoidable, but the bath will help.”
She raised her eyebrows, looking amused. “Do you seduce many virgins?”
“Just you.”
The amusement disappeared like it’d never been, replaced by a heat he couldn’t do a damn thing about. Not tonight. Not if he didn’t want to actually hurt her. So Jude guided her into the bath and sat back, forcibly reminding himself why he couldn’t join her. It wasn’t just the size of the tub holding him back.
Still…
He reached over and cupped her chin, dragging his thumb over her bottom lip. Her breathing picked up, and hell if that didn’t make him harder than a rock. “Tonight, you’re going to recover. I just used your body in ways it’s not accustomed to, and you’re going to be feeling it tomorrow.”
“Mmm.” She leaned her head against the back of the tub, her eyes closing and her tongue flicking out to taste his thumb.
Fuck.
He couldn’t let that stand, the little flirt. He stroked down her chest, cupping her breast where her nipple peeked through the surface of the water. “You liked riding my cock.”
She opened her eyes. “I liked what we just did, yes.”
“That’s good, sunshine, because I plan on having that tight little pussy of yours whenever I damn well feel like it.” He pinched her nipple lightly. “I’m going to fuck you in every way imaginable, until you can’t move without feeling the echoes of what I’ve done to your body.” He dipped his hand beneath the water to cup her gently, well aware that she’d be sore. “I’m going to tongue your pussy right there in your living room with the lights on, so every single fucking person walking on the beach can see how you come so sweetly for me.”
She licked her lips, her gaze on his mouth. “You’re more dangerous than any drug I’ve heard of.”
She was right, though not in the way she meant. He brushed her clit, just enough to tease. “Think so?”
“There is no rational reason I should let you talk to me like that—that I should want exactly what you’re describing.” She covered his hand with her own, keeping him in place. “Even though I ache, I want you again. How is that even possible?”