“But you’re not saying I’m wrong either,” I counter.
The tension between us threatens to implode and suck us into a dark abyss. I can’t see, hear, or feel anything but him as he stares into my eyes, penetrating me so deeply that I know I’ll never be able to dig him out even if I wanted to.
“Who are you?” I whisper.
He hesitates. “Don’t ask me for answers I can’t give you, Jude.”
I search his eyes, trying to find the Achilles’ heel that will bring his defenses crashing down. But wherever it is, he’s become so good at hiding it, there’s no trace to be found.
I swallow against his palm, and my pulse thuds beneath his thumb as he strokes it like he’s desperate to feel the life running through me. My head swims with the pent-up emotions of unanswered questions, and my knees weaken.
So when he brings his mouth down over mine, my breath splinters in relief, and I surge up into him with desperation.
He kisses me like the first night, only with more intensity and possession. Like a man who’s lost everything and has nothing left. He kisses with a ferocity that has me gasping for air as I’m pinned in place by him, crowded by his solid, warm body.
“Fuck,” he growls, grabbing my hip and pressing into me, forcing me back against the hard surface behind me.
I let out a breathy plea, common sense deserting me as I’m overtaken by this unexplainable need that steals my senses when I’m with him.
“Please…”
17
JUDE
He kisses me again,swallowing down my whimper as I fist his shirt.
“Please, what?” he rasps, the deep gravel in his voice acting like a direct line to my pussy, telling it to soak my panties.
“I want you,” I murmur between kisses.
He stops to press his forehead against mine again, and I stare at him, panting. The war behind his eyes has me pulling his mouth back to mine before I wait to see which part of him will win.
He groans into our kiss, so I kiss him back even harder.
I need it to be this part. The part that kisses me like nothing else exists. The part that makes me feel more alive than anything ever has.
“Fuck,” he growls against my lips again.
I arch toward him, curling myself into him so my breasts squash against his chest. My nipples are so hard I know he’ll be able to feel them pushing into his skin.
It’s the final touch that obliterates any remaining barriers between us.
He throws me into his arms, holding me underneath my ass as he takes large strides, still kissing me. It’s only the sound of a door opening that breaks my lips from his so I can look at where we are.
It’s mine and Mel’s bungalow. He must have pushed me up against the side of it when he came storming back. I was so consumed by looking at him that I didn’t realize which direction we’d walked in.
He throws me on the bed, coming down over me with a deep curse as he crowds me with his giant frame. The sound of his zipper being torn down makes my pulse throb between my legs, and I pull my dress up, getting it out of his way as he shoves his cargo pants down.
He grabs my panties with rough, urgent fingers, dragging them down my thighs. They’re still hanging off one ankle as he thrusts inside me.
“Fuck!”
He holds himself deep as I pulse around him, my head thrown back with a gasp. He’s so big and impossibly thick. But I’m so wet that my body accepts him with ease, begging to be filled by him again. We’re skin to skin this time, and the metal piercings are pressing even more deliciously to the sensitive spots inside me.
He throws an arm out, slamming his palm flat against the wall above my head like he needs an outlet.
Then he thrusts in deep again, pinning me beneath him.
