Chapter Five #2
Only then did he kiss down her jaw to her neck, allowing his whiskers to rasp against her sensitive skin, pitching his voice low. “Are you a virgin, sunshine?”
She went still and tense. “How did you—”
Damn it . He kept up his light stroking of her body, the small honorable part of him that he’d thought long dead reared up to demand he back the fuck away from this woman and back away from her now . “You were surprised when I slipped my tongue into your mouth.”
“Not surprised, just…” Her voice was breathy, her body slowly relaxing against him again. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”
That hadn’t even been a kiss. Not really. He’d been testing her, tasting her. Thank Christ I started slow . The woman has never been properly kissed before .
Back off. Back the fuck off now .
He already knew he wasn’t going to. The thought of being the one to show her pleasure—true pleasure—was too intoxicating.
He was a bastard for feeling that way, but he’d been worse things than a bastard in his life.
So he set his teeth to the lobe of her ear.
“I’m going to take you to bed now.” He lifted her, liking the way her legs instantly wrapped around his waist. She was a slight little thing, but fuck if they didn’t fit perfectly.
He walked through the house, hesitating for her murmured directions even though he knew damn well where her bedroom was. Jude kissed her as he laid her on the bed, settling between her thighs.
The move made her sundress ride up to her hips, and he wasted no time stroking her thighs even as he deepened the kiss. Whoever said a woman’s first time had to be painful was a piece of shit. Jude was going to make it good for her. Better than good.
“You change your mind at any time, you tell me to stop. That’s it, sunshine. One word and it’s over.”
She dug her fingers into his hair. Her eyes might be shut, but every part of her body was responsive to a criminal degree. She shivered. “What you said before. I, ah, I want that.”
It cost her to say it aloud. He could feel how tense she was and the words came out in a rush as if she needed to give them voice before she lost her nerve.
“You want my hands on your body.” He coasted his hands up her sides, tugging up her dress as he did.
She had to arch up to allow it past her breasts, and his mouth actually watered at the sight of her in her white panties and bra.
Jude ran a single finger down the center of her chest, purposefully avoiding her breasts, and over her stomach to the band of her panties.
“You want me to drive you out of your mind with my touch.”
He eased back, spreading her thighs as he did. Without his body covering her, she shook, half fighting him as he spread her wider. He paused. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No, I just…” Her breath shuddered out. “I feel exposed.”
“That’s because you are.” He traced the edge of her underwear with each thumb, down the dip where thigh met hip, to where it covered her pussy.
“Before the night’s through, sunshine, I’m going to see every single part of you.
” He stroked over her clit, earning a gasp that shot straight to his cock.
Jude did it again, torturing them both. “I’m going to take off these damn panties, and I’m going to spread your folds and explore parts of you that no one else has.
And then I’m going to kiss you there. In fact, I’m tired of waiting. ”
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 .