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 liked that she didn’t even try to deny it. In fact, he fucking loved that Sloan had no qualms about meeting him every step of the way from their very first time. Jude notched his cock at her entrance and shoved into her, sheathing himself to the hilt. He took her hard, thrusting until her breasts bounced and she moaned every time he slammed into her cervix. Nothing else mattered but the woman beneath him and the pursuit of their mutual pleasure.
Can’t get enough of her.
Don’t even want to try.
He let go of her wrists and put his hand on the ground to get better leverage and cursed when a rock damn near sliced the shit out of his palm. Jude froze. What the hell was I thinking? He sat back, taking her with him, already touching her back before he got settled, feeling for any cuts. “Are you okay?”
“Don’t you dare. I’m fine.” She lifted herself almost completely off his cock and slammed down. “I’m about to come, Jude. Don’t stop.”
Holy fuck, this woman is something else.
“Leave you wanting? Never.” He looped an arm around her waist and captured her left nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue in the way he knew she liked. She shuddered and picked up her pace.
“Harder.” She yanked on his hair, pulling him closer.
He lifted his head and looked at her. Her eyes were wild, her pale skin streaked with dirt, her dark hair tangled with leaves. She was like a forest nymph, more at one with the nature around them than with the civilization they’d left behind. He tightened his grip, preventing her from moving over him. “Harder.”
“That’s what I said.” She tried to roll her hips and hissed out a breath when he wouldn’t let her. “If you’re not going to do it, at least have the decency to hold still and let me do it.”
He pinched her nipple, just enough to hurt. “You’re not in charge here, sunshine.”
“Then act like it.”
Enough. He lifted her off him, took a quick glance around, and stood. He didn’t give her a chance to snarl at him again, pulling her half-off her feet and slamming her hands onto a nearby tree. “You want me to fuck you. Hard.”
“Yes.”
He pulled off his shirt, needing to feel her skin against his, and covered her from behind, his chest against her back. There were scratches there, just like he suspected. He ignored them. “You want me to fuck you hard.”
“Stop saying it and do it.”
He grabbed the back of her neck and bent her forward. “To make it hurt. To make you feel alive.” He slammed into her, hard enough that she had to catch herself on the tree, her fingers digging into the bark. She moaned, so he did it again. “I love the sound you make when my cock is buried deep inside you. It’s helpless and needy for something only I can give you.” He slammed into her again, reaching around to stroke her clit, alternating the little circles with a pinch that made her entire body go tight. “Your tight little pussy makes me wild. You make me wild.” He thrust deep, timing it with another light pinch of her clit, and she went wild around him. “That’s right, sunshine. Come for me.”
“Jude.”
He lost it, releasing her clit to grab her hips and fuck her until his balls drew up almost painfully and he came long and hard. And still he moved behind her, unable to stop. “Fuck, I could take you again right now.”
Sloan moaned, clenching around him. “You make me as wild as I make you.”
“Good.” He forced himself to withdraw from her, to do up his jeans, and hand her his shirt, even though a dark part of him wanted nothing more than to keep her naked and wanting until they were too exhausted to move.
Sloan pulled his shirt on, wincing a little. “You may have been right about the change of positions.” He scooped her up, ignoring her squeal of surprise. Sloan smacked his chest. “What are you doing?”
“I’m wearing shoes. You aren’t. I’m making sure the bottoms of your feet don’t take any more damage.” And hell if he didn’t want to just hold her for a few minutes.
That was new, too.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Sloan woke to the sunlight on her face. She opened her eyes and squinted at Jude sitting in a chair across the room, a screwdriver in his hand as he worked on something she couldn’t see. She sat up and rubbed at her eyes. “Do you ever sleep?”
“Not often. I never have.” He looked tired, though; the lines around his mouth and eyes deeper than they had been when she’d met him.
“What are you doing?”
“Repairing my roofing coil gun. Some of the shingles on the roof were blown off since I was here last, so I’ll need to get up there and replace them sometime today.”