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)
He slid down to settle between her thighs and pressed an openmouthed kiss against her panties. Sloan’s shocked moan was music to his ears, spurring him on. He kissed and licked and played with her until the fabric was soaked and her hips moved restlessly against his mouth. “I’m taking these off now.”
Her breath sobbed out. “You don’t have to narrate every move you make.”
“Maybe not.” He pulled the white fabric down her legs and tossed it to the side. “But you love every single filthy word that comes out of my mouth.” He nipped her thigh, causing her to spread her legs wider. “You get off on knowing that I’ve thought about this—that after we’re done, I’ll be thinking about this, reliving your every move, every sound, every single fucking taste.”
He sucked her clit into his mouth, letting go almost immediately when she made a keening sound. She was so fucking close, she practically vibrated with the need to get off. He’d bring her to orgasm, but not yet.
First he had to do what he promised.
Jude gripped her hips, keeping her legs spread and fucking her slowly, thoroughly, with his tongue. She cried out, her hands immediately going to his hair, but she didn’t try to push him away or pull him closer, seeming content to ride out the pleasure he dealt her. It was sexy as fuck.
“You taste so goddamn good.” He licked up and over her clit and back down again, savoring every single detail. “I could lick you until you come so many times, you forget your fucking name.”
“Jude.”
The desperation in the way she said his name steadied his frenzy a little—enough that he remembered his purpose. Her pleasure. Not his. Not now. Not until she was ready for him. When she was ready, he’d fuck her as hard and long as he craved.
It just wouldn’t be tonight.
Tonight was about her.
Chapter Six
Sloan couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but take the pleasure Jude gave her. It rose, spiking through her, until she couldn’t stop small, helpless sounds from escaping her mouth. They evolved into his name, a curse and a plea. “Jude.”
“We’re getting there.” He shifted, letting go of one of her hips, and that was the only warning she got before his finger pushed into her.
Her eyes flew wide and she arched half off the bed. “Oh my God.”
“Fuck, sunshine, you’re tight.” He stroked her, stretching her. “It’s going to feel so goddamn good when you come around my cock. But first…” He licked her, flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Combined with the intrusion of his finger, it was too much. She cried out as her pleasure crested, stronger than she’d ever felt before. He barely waited for the aftershocks to move up her body, slipping her out of her bra. She stared at him, dazed, her nerves still sparking with pleasure. “Jude.”
He cupped the back of her neck the same way he had when they’d stood in the doorway. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
When he didn’t immediately move, she realized he was waiting for some kind of response. She opened her mouth. We haven’t even had sex and he already made me feel like this. Maybe there is something to this whole thing. Sloan swallowed hard. “Yes.”
She half expected him to get down to business, but he kissed her again, taking her mouth with more purpose than he had previously. She tasted herself on his lips, and it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, it was erotic to a terrifying degree.
Finally, Jude lifted his head. “Do not move.”
She held herself perfectly still, feeling a bit silly, as he pushed to his feet. The feeling faded as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the body she’d fought not to ogle before. He was in better shape than most gods, his muscles clearly defined, his skin bronzed from the sun. With his dark brown hair falling about his shoulders, he truly did look more god than man.
Then his hands went to the button of his jeans, and she forgot everything. His pants hit the floor, revealing that Jude didn’t bother with underwear.
I was right. He really is as big there as he is everywhere else. For the first time since she’d told him to stay, a fissure of fear went through her. Too big.
He correctly interpreted the direction of her thoughts. “I won’t hurt you, Sloan. I promise.”
There was no logical reason for her to trust him, but he’d been careful with her up to this point. Perhaps he’d be careful with her with what came next. She nodded mutely, watching as he rolled on a condom that he’d retrieved from his pocket. Her body hummed in anticipation and trepidation, but she didn’t let it show as he moved back to join her on the bed.