Chapter 22 Olena
OLENA
Jude’s chest crushes against mine, pinning me against the inside of the front door. One of his huge hands grips my ass while the other cradles the back of my neck, angling my head to press our lips together in a burning kiss.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer, and trail my fingers through his dark hair. My tongue flicks against his, teasing him. Tasting him. His beard scratches lightly against my face; the contrasting sensations of soft and rough are delicious. I want more.
I sweep my tongue into his mouth and Jude responds by deepening the kiss, his mouth opening and taking more of me, claiming me.
A responding heat pulses low in my belly, and I trace his lips with my tongue, pulling a rumble of pleasure from deep in his throat.
Desperation building, our lips crush together again with need.
Jude’s chest heaves against me, his hips pushing into me against the door.
I squeeze his waist between my thighs. Kissing me deeply, he pulls off one of my shoes, then the other. He slides a hand between us and exhales a sharp breath when he grazes my breast. He grins, pressing his forehead against mine, and we breathe together as his fingers work the buttons of my shirt.
“I’m on the pill,” I say quietly.
His eyes flick up to mine and his hands stop.
I let my gaze fall and slide my palms over his muscled shoulders. “Tested and all clear too.” I bite my lip and look up, meeting his eyes again.
“Presumptuous,” he teases, giving me a lazy half-smile before his lips meet mine in a slow, enticing kiss.
I smile, my cheeks heating. “I just thought—” I start, looking away.
He gently pulls my chin back to face him. “You thought correctly,” he whispers against my lips, his fingers now tugging and tearing at my shirt until the last of the buttons give way. “Because I’ve been fucking you in my mind for the last two weeks.”
I suck in a breath and close my eyes. His nose brushes my cheek, then his lips find my mouth and I melt into him.
“I’m clear too,” he adds when our lips part, pulling my shirt down over my shoulder. “But…” His mouth is on my neck and I can’t think straight.
Wait… but? I open my eyes, confused again.
“That’ll have to wait one more night.” He flicks his tongue over my earlobe before brushing his lips against my cheek. “Because tonight is all about you.”
My jaw drops open as I exhale hard. Pulling back, I search his eyes. “What do you mean?” I whisper, barely breathing.
A slow grin spreads over his face. “I think you know what I mean.”
Our lips press together again with desperate hunger. I struggle to free myself from one sleeve, then wrap my arms around his neck, dragging my fingernails over his skin. He tears my shirt away from the other arm and lets it fall.
His need strains under his jeans, pressing hard between my legs.
The heat against me is intense, and my own response is hot, damp, and aching.
I roll my hips slowly, grinding into his hardness, chasing the friction of the fabric between us.
He groans against my lips and his tongue slides over mine, drawing it into his mouth.
Grasping handfuls of his t-shirt, I tug the fabric up, needing to feel all of him.
He reaches behind his neck and yanks the shirt over his head, pressing me up against the door with his full weight while he extracts his arms from the shirt one at a time, his heated gaze never straying from mine.
He lets the shirt fall to the floor and I run my hands over his muscled back and chest, relishing the feel of his bare skin. His warmth is incredible.
He lifts me away from the door and I cling to him, my legs and arms wrapped around tight.
He carries me to his bedroom and, as we move through the house, he gently kisses and licks my neck.
I tilt my head, closing my eyes with pleasure.
He stops us at the foot of the bed. A small, dim lamp on the bedside table is the only light, casting a soft glow on Jude’s features.
His eyes dark with need, he leans in, kissing the sensitive corner of my mouth.
“Olena,” he breathes against my cheek, nipping at my earlobe. “Can I show you?”
“Show me what?” I pull back, my eyes searching his.
One of his calloused hands roves over my bare shoulder and he drags his fingers down my spine.
He swiftly unhooks my bra and I shiver with pleasure at the feeling of him kissing his way along my collarbone, then sliding my bra strap off my shoulder.
He kisses his way back up to my neck, licking and tasting my skin.
“Can I show you how incredible I think you are?” he asks in a low, husky voice.
My breath is coming in soft gasps at the sensation of Jude’s mouth on my skin and his breath on my neck.
I inhale deeply to steady myself, but his delicious scent is overpowering and my eyes roll with hunger.
I scrape my teeth over the ridge of his ear, my arms gripping tight around his strong shoulders.
He grabs my ass hard with both hands, hefting me up against him.
“Can I show you how you deserve to be treated?” He practically growls the words.
My fingernails dig into the muscles of his back and I let out a soft whimper, my legs tightening around his waist.
He quickly frees my arm from the other bra strap.
Smiling against my mouth, he wrenches the bra from between us in one rough movement, tossing it across the room.
A deep growl of satisfaction rumbles from his throat as my breasts press into his bare chest. Stroking the fingers of one hand up the side of my waist, he takes my breast in his palm, circling my peaked nipple with his thumb.
“Jesus, Olena,” he groans into my neck, trailing his tongue up under my ear. “Answer me.”
I smile with pleasure. “Yes,” I breathe. I arch my neck and he sweeps my hair aside, his teeth scraping the spot where my pulse is hammering. “Yes, please.”
A pause. “Good girl.”
I gasp as my back slams into the bed.
Jude quickly kicks off his boots and climbs over me, his knees between my legs.
A sensuous smile tugging at his lips, he bends down to kiss me hard, his tongue exploring, tangling with mine.
He lowers onto me and pushes up between my legs, grinding his length against me again, the fabric of our pants an infuriating barrier.
My fingers drift down his chest, needing to feel all of him. I squirm under him, pushing my hips up, needing more. When he thrusts against me again, I let out a moan and throw my arms around his neck, rocking my hips while I nip at his lower lip with my teeth.
He shifts and trails kisses down my chest, flicking his tongue over one nipple before sucking it into his mouth, rolling my other nipple between his fingers.
When he switches sides, the hard draw of his tongue has me gasping and my back arching.
I clench my fingers, digging them into his strong shoulders, my body begging him for more.
Moving lower, he runs his tongue slowly down my stomach.
When he gets to my waistband, he sits up overtop of me and straddles me, pinning me to the bed.
He looks down at me with hooded lids and a half-smile, his eyes and hands drifting lazily over my exposed flesh as if he’s drinking in the sight of me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
This time, I don’t look away. I surprise myself when I realize I believe him, that those green eyes on my body make me feel incredible, like a sexy goddess.
He doesn’t break his gaze with mine as he undoes my jeans.
Sweeping his fingers under my waistband, he teases me.
I shudder at how close he comes to grazing where I’m desperate to feel his touch.
My core clenches, pulsing with anticipation.
Jude smiles and drags his palm between my legs, his fingertips finding my clit through the fabric of my jeans.
I inhale sharply, catching the look of satisfaction on his face.
My eyes drop down, drinking in his muscled chest and arms, his carved stomach, and the trail of dark hair that disappears under his waistband. My gaze lands on the outline of his cock pushing against his jeans and my eyes widen at the size of him. Oh, fuck.
I’m suddenly desperate to feel him: in my hands, my mouth—I don’t care.
Propping myself up on an elbow, I reach out and grip him through his jeans.
He’s rock-hard and hot under my touch, even through the fabric.
His eyes shutter and a deep groan escapes his lips as my palm rubs over his straining hardness, my fingers stroking his length through the denim.
I’m craving the taste of him, the heat of him in my mouth. Pushing up, I start to unbutton his jeans, kissing his chest. But he quickly grips my wrist, stopping me.
Confused, I look up.
“This isn’t about me, remember?” he rasps, steadying himself.
I collapse back onto the bed and let out a frustrated groan.
He chuckles softly. With a devilish grin, he grasps the waistband of my jeans with both hands and jerks them down to my thighs, looking almost pained. He lets out a hissed breath, curling down into me, and presses soft kisses to my stomach.
My fingers trace the angle of his square jaw and slide over his upper back. I squirm and make a small gasping noise when his hair tickles my skin, my stomach hollowing as I suck in a sharp breath.
He lifts his head to look at me, one dark eyebrow raised.
Holding his gaze and biting my lip, I let my hands drift up to my breasts, my fingers gently pinching my nipples while he watches.