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)
“I own half the island.” He narrowed his eyes. “Why?”
Maybe it was the darkness making her bold, or the fact that he was here and sharing bits of himself in a way he never had before. Or maybe she was just a little wilder than she could have dreamed. She took a step back, and then another, shrugging her dress off one shoulder.
He tracked her movement, his whole body going still like a predator about to pounce. “You’re playing games.”
“Yes.” She inched her dress off her other shoulder and it fell to her hips. A slight shimmy and she was left in only her panties. She reached the door, hooking her thumbs in the band and pushing them down. “I am.”
And then she ran.
* * *
Jude gave Sloan a five-second head start—not because he was being generous, but because he couldn’t believe she’d just stripped and then run away. He made it to the door in time to catch sight of her pale skin disappearing into the trees surrounding the house. His cock went so hard, it was a wonder he didn’t pass the fuck out.
He’d never stuck with a woman long enough for her to figure out what made him tick. He’d never wanted to. He was more than capable of getting off whoever he was with and getting himself off in the bargain. Doing more—wanting more—had never entered into the equation.
Fuck, if someone had asked him if he got off on the idea of chasing a naked woman through the woods, he would have said no—said hell no. But then, he’d never put much thought into that sort of thing.
Now he was.
Jude stalked after Sloan, purposefully letting her get a little distance on him. He knew these woods. This was one of the places he came after a job to unwind and center himself before he was fit for polite society again. He had a house in Florida and another in Maine, but this was the one he preferred. It was quiet. Peaceful.
He didn’t feel the least bit peaceful right now.
Sloan let loose a breathless laugh and he started to jog, loping after her. He half expected her to pause and taunt him, but she caught sight of him over her shoulder and picked up her pace. She’s going to make me work for it.
Good.
He raced after her, closing the distance easily despite the fact she was moving at a good clip. “Little tease, aren’t you?”
She dove sideways, his fingertips barely brushing her long hair as she changed directions. He grabbed a tree trunk, using it to slingshot his way after her, not losing any momentum in the process. Jude snagged her around the waist, rolling as they fell so she landed on top of him.
Sloan wiggled and fought, getting half out of his grasp before he rolled again, pinning her against the forest floor. Her dark eyes were alight with mischief and she let loose a laugh that made his heart actually skip a beat.
“Submit, sunshine.”
“Never.” She bit his shoulder.
He wrenched her arms over her head and shifted his hips until he was between her thighs. “You’re not going anywhere, you little hellion.” He thrust against her, liking the way her eyes slid half-closed. “But you don’t want to, do you? You want me to fuck you right here in the dirt like an animal.”
She thrashed and a little moan slipped free. “That’s not what I want.”
“You sure about that?” He shifted her wrists to a single hand and reached between them with the other to stroke her. “You’re awfully fucking wet for something you don’t want.” Jude dragged his mouth up her throat. “I like this game. So unless you tell me to stop right this fucking second, I’m going to take you here.”
He lifted his head to find her lips pressed together, her expression daring him to put his money where his mouth was. She knew he’d do it. He’d bet she was counting on it.
“That’s what I thought.” He kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and groaning when she met him every step of the way, kissing him so hard, their teeth clinked together. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but how hot and sweet she was in his arms and the fact she was his.
He stopped fucking her with his fingers to unbutton his jeans and work them off his hips enough to free his cock. He dragged the head through her wetness and up over her clit, watching her face the entire time. “You like that. Fuck, you love it. You love that I chased you, that anyone could be walking in these woods and see that hot little body of yours, to see me about to fuck you until you scream for me.” He circled her clit with his cock.
“Yes.” She arched her back, shoving her breasts against him. “I love everything you do to me.”