Steadfast (True North, #2)

“True story,” I agreed.

“Damn.” He ducked his head to kiss his way across my cleavage. “What else have you got under here?” Eager hands found my zipper and slid it down. Just the sound of the metal teeth unzipping filled me with anticipation. After tugging my jeans over my hips, he groaned at the sight of my panties. As clothing, this pair was pointless. They were nothing but a whisper of black lace. And they were missing one important panel of fabric, though Jude hadn’t figured that out yet.

He dropped to his knees to reacquaint himself with my lower belly. He kissed his way down into the wedge below my hip. I threaded my fingers in his deliciously long hair and waited for him to discover my secret. He kissed his way between my thighs and…

“Oh, fuck.”

I opened my mouth to make a snarky comment, but that’s when he pushed his tongue between my legs. So I made a whimpering noise instead.

Jude grabbed my hips and pushed me down on the bed. A second later he’d snatched my jeans away. “Someone’s feeling naughty,” he whispered.

Was I ever. Tonight wasn’t the start of our long weekend in bed. We had an hour together at most. And Jude didn’t make me wait. He had a firm grasp on me, his hands on my knees now. He pushed my legs apart, and a bolt of lust shot through my core. “God damn that’s hot,” he said, his voice strained. He stroked a thumb through my neediness. “You should wear this pair every day.”

A moan was my only answer. I loved the way he manhandled me. Every commanding touch was accompanied by his hungry gaze. That’s why I’d never once been afraid of his touch, even when I was a bumbling virgin. He watched me so carefully. He saw me.

Right now, he saw how much I wanted him.

My hands reached for him. I wanted to pull him down on my body, but he pushed them away. “Hands over your head,” he ordered, just because he could.

I complied in a hurry.

“Good girl,” he breathed, leaning down to take my mouth.

He’d said I couldn’t use my hands, so I gripped him with my knees. Our kisses were bottomless, but my patience was not. My hips twitched, trying to trap his cock where I wanted it.

“Patience, missy,” he breathed. He moved his head, sucking my earlobe into his mouth while I groaned. He licked a wet line down my neck and between my breasts. “Fuck, I missed your tits.” He sucked one nipple into his mouth and my whole body quivered with eagerness.

I gave his head a shove, and he bent to my will, kissing down my belly, nosing between my legs. I’d shaved for him, and he made a tender sigh of approval. He began dropping little kisses everywhere he could reach.

“Ohmyfuckinggod you’re a tease,” I complained in one breath.

He chuckled from between my legs. Then he gave me one good lick and we both moaned.

“Please,” I begged.

“You want my cock or my mouth?” he asked. “You can have either one.”

Unff! “Both,” I whined and he laughed again.

“Can’t go slow,” he said, his lips grazing my clit. “One of these times I’m going to take my time with you. But tonight is not that night. It’s been too long.”

Indeed. He began licking and worshipping me, and I whimpered and moaned. “Oh fuck,” I panted. So close. “Come. Here,” I demanded.

“Yeah?” He tongued me sweetly. “It’s gonna go fast.”

“Now,” I demanded.

Two seconds later he’d parted my thighs and pushed all the way inside. “Fuck, yeah,” he said, his voice strained. He leaned down on his forearms, tattooed biceps flexing, and began to pump his hips.

I wanted to touch him everywhere at once. My hands flailed over his hair and down to his shoulders. My knees clutched his hips. More more more. What I needed was just out of my reach until I looked up into Jude’s serious, silver gaze. His cheeks were flushed, and his lips parted. But he still saw me. And he liked what he saw. “Love you,” he mouthed.

I couldn’t even reply, because I was too busy sinking back into his bed, my body quaking with release.

Groaning, Jude chased me to the same sweet finish line, and we shuddered and gasped together until the last panting breath.

He rolled off my body, turning his head to smile at me. “That didn’t take long. But I’d say you look properly fucked.”

“Cocky,” I teased, panting.

“I don’t hear any complaints.”

A beat later, we rolled toward one another at the same moment, meeting in the middle, my nose at his neck. His arms folded me into his chest. Love you, thudded my heart against his.

Likewise, his replied.