Chapter 15
ARDEN
“Stop tryin’ to run me off, Tennessee.”
The words echo in my head and I hate that he knows without me even saying it. A part of me wants him to let me down before we’ve even started. It’s sick and twisted but I can’t help it.
“Stop thinking so hard,” he growls, unhooking my bra and dragging it down my arms.
“That’s all I do. That’s how we wound up here in the first place.”
“Then let me do the thinking and you just feel.” The last word is punctuated by his rough hands cupping my breasts, huge and swollen, and all I feel is relief.
His touch is reverent, his unbridled masculinity making me want to fall at his feet because the enormity of his power is coupled with safety.
He makes me feel safe—he makes me feel like I can let go.
I felt it in the bar and I feel it now—the ease of handing my body over to him, knowing that he’ll protect me.
Worship me.
Make me whole when I’ve barely been a shell of the person I’m supposed to be.
Draping my arms loosely around his shoulders, I let him feast on me, his hands and mouth igniting a pool of desire between my legs that I haven’t felt in so damn long.
Since the last time we were together.
“Stand up so I can take your pants off.”
“Leggings,” I correct and then gasp when his teeth bite down not so gently on one nipple.
“Take them off.”
Moving off his lap, I shimmy out of my clothes, my belly protruding slightly as he takes me in. “How come I’m the only one naked? Again.”
“Because I haven’t gotten you in bed yet,” he says matter-of-factly, as he holds his hand out to me. “And when that day comes, I’m gonna take my time and enjoy every inch of you.”
A little shiver races over my body as he guides me back onto his lap, his thighs thick and straining the denim.
“You think I’m gonna let you in my bed?” I tease as he grips my thighs, his hands sliding up to the apex of my legs.
“I’ll earn it, Tennessee, don’t you worry.” Deft fingers tease up and down my slit, the gentleness at odds with this mountain of a man.
“I need more.”
“You need to wait until I’m ready to give it to you.”
“That’s not how this works,” I whine, moaning when he slides one thick finger inside me.
“I’m doin’ all the thinking right now.”
“I can’t shut it off,” I admit, desperation seeping into my veins.
“I know, but I need you ready.”
“Please.”
It’s agony, the slow build of an orgasm I’ve been chasing for weeks consuming my senses. There’s no denying I’d never be able to give this to myself. No amount of toys or enthusiasm can match the wildfire of pleasure Jude ignites inside me.
“Take my dick out,” he murmurs, his ministrations slowing, as I swallow the protest on my tongue. Obediently, I do as I’m told, unable to stop myself from gripping the base and stroking him until he grunts and positions himself at my opening.
I’m so wet—so ready—but Jude filling me nearly takes my breath away. It’s the most intoxicating combination of pain and pleasure.
One I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of.
“Jude.”
“You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?” he growls, his strong hands gripping my hips as he starts moving me up and down his cock exactly how he wants it, unhurried, and God, it feels so good.
“Yes.”
Throwing my head back, I run my hands over his shoulders covered in black ink, his chest, feeling the coarse hair under my fingertips as I start to find my rhythm.
As I start to ride him.
His movements are punctuated by murmurs of approval, rasping praise, and I let myself fall into it.
Own it.
Enjoy the absolute pleasure this man provides.
“Let go, baby.” It’s a whisper lost in the mix of our breathing, our skin slapping together, but I hear it all the same.
So I do.
I free-fall, the time before I hit the ground building the intensity until I shatter and cry out. I feel it everywhere, feel him everywhere, and I never want it to end. It’s quiet in my head, the pleasure rough and delicious as it washes over my body, my chest flushed from the exertion.
And like he knows I’m coming down from the high, Jude fucks up into me as he slams me down on his cock, grinding my clit on each pass until I’m gasping and writhing and coming apart at the seams.
But this time he follows, his cock pulsing inside me as we ride out our releases, my breath stolen as he takes my mouth in a bruising kiss.
It’s all-consuming.
And if I’m not careful, I might start thinking this beautifully harsh man could really be mine.