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)
She caught his wrist as he moved to her thigh. “You were shot. Yesterday.”
“It’d take a whole hell of a lot more than being shot to keep me from wanting you.” He shifted fully onto his back. “But if you’re so concerned, you can ride my cock so I don’t move too much.”
She laughed softly. “You just want to watch me.”
“Guilty.” The rain muted the light, giving the whole room a dreamlike quality. “I’ll never get enough of you, sunshine. Never.”
She straddled him, casting a suspicious look at his bandage. “You’ll tell me if it hurts.”
No, he fucking wouldn’t, and they both knew it. Jude stroked her lightly between her thighs. “You had a look of intent on your face when I woke up. Tell me why.”
“I…” She hissed out a breath when he pushed two fingers into her, sliding them lazily in and out. “I was going to convince you to let me go to Boston and to not kill Colm.”
“How?”
She rolled her hips, her eyes slitted. “I was going to give you head.”
Jude’s cock strained at her words said in that desperate voice. He withdrew his fingers, sliding his hands down her thighs to spread them farther. “You can do that when we get back from Boston. The second we come through the door, hit your fucking knees and take my cock out for your pleasure. Do you like the picture I’m painting, sunshine? Because your face says you do.”
“Yes.” She reached between them and stroked him, dragging his cock across her clit the same way he’d done before.
“But not today. Today you’re going to sink that tight little pussy onto me.”
She notched him at her entrance and did exactly as he’d commanded, her eyes never once leaving his while she did. Only when she was impaled to the hilt did she lean back, propping her hands on his thighs, and start to move. She rolled her body, slow and sensuous, her breasts rising and falling with each breath.
Jude gripped her hips, allowing her to lead. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, sunshine. Nothing—no one—compares to you.”
“You’re mine, Jude MacNamara, and don’t you forget it.” She leaned forward and shifted up to grip the headboard over his head, picking up her pace, fucking him the way she knew he liked. He captured one of her nipples in his mouth and she let go of the headboard to cup the back of his head, pulling on his hair a little.
“Take what’s yours, sunshine.” She swiveled her hips in a move that made his eyes damn near cross. “Fuck.”
“God, Jude, I’m never going to get enough of you.” She grabbed his hand and pressed it between her legs, waiting until he gave her clit a stroke to let go. “Touch me.”
“You don’t have to ask twice.” He made a V of his fingers and positioned his hand so her clit would ride up against him with every move. It didn’t take long for her strokes to become wild, frantic.
He loved that. He loved seeing the calm mask she wore to face the rest of the world go up in smoke, replaced by wanton need that she looked to him to provide. She was stronger than she gave herself credit for, stronger than he’d given her credit for at first, but hell if she didn’t keep surprising him.
Her orgasm hit her, her pussy milking him, her mouth parting in a gasp that hit him right in the chest. Fuck, he loved that sound. He let her carry him over the edge, pounding into her until he couldn’t take the pleasure or the pressure anymore. “Sloan.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Sloan didn’t talk to Carrigan on the flight. She barely looked at her sister, her mind wrapped up in the man who was making his separate way back to Boston. If Dmitri Romanov didn’t know they were both back in the area, Jude didn’t want to announce it. Not separated forever. I won’t let it be forever.
Jude hadn’t wanted her to go. She’d seen it written all over his face before he’d shut down. She bet he’d even considered hauling her off to God knew where and chaining her to a radiator or something while he dealt with Romanov. Though, knowing Jude, he likely had some well-appointed cell where he’d sex her into submission before flying off to face the danger alone.
We’re both facing danger. That’s what has to happen to make a clean break.
“I know I said you needed to come back to Boston, but are you sure about this?”
She turned to find Carrigan had dropped into the seat across from her. Sloan had never flown on a private jet before—she hadn’t flown at all before her escape—but Carrigan looked right at home in the luxurious setting. Sloan crossed her legs, still feeling a little tender from what she and Jude had done earlier. “No, I’m not sure.”