“Yet, nothing has been the same since.” Feeling the heat of his words against my lips, he doesn’t wait. He kisses me. Not like it’s only been ten days, but like it’s been a lifetime.
I get it now. This longing that my sister feels for Judge. This relief that floods her once he comes back.
Instead of pushing him away, I’m gripping him so he can’t leave.
“It really hurt to see Rosie touch you.” The confession leaves me raw, and biting his bottom lip doesn’t make me feel any better, not even when he hisses. “I hate that it hurt as much as it did.”
His hands drag down the length of my body before he’s cupping my thighs and lifting me off the ground. Hunting down a wall, he presses me against it. As soon as he’s against me, I realize just how badly I wanted this.
How badly I wanthim.
“They don’t exist anymore.” His tongue is hot and demanding, moving from my mouth to my throat. “There’s just you, Raven. You’ve done something to me. Really fucked me up. Made me rely on my hand about every night now.”
Oh God. Him, too? The only good thing about Pen being with Judge is the space I’ve been given. All that time spent yearning, now turned into a fiery need between my thighs as the longing becomes more intense.
Does he struggle to reach the same pleasure from that night, or is that just me?
Tilting my head back, the groan that fills the air isn’t from me. It’s from him. Like a wounded animal, he nips and sucks, demanding more and more. Maybe not wounded. Deprived. That sounds more fitting from him.
So, we’ve both been suffering in the same ways, huh?
I don’t have the strength to keep denying this. Each spot his mouth touches leaves a burning trail, and the direction he’s heading isn’t enough to scare me off. Rather, it’s making me want more.
“Take me somewhere with a little privacy before you eat my face off.” Muttering the words, I turn away before he can see how easily my skin warms. I don’t even want to imagine what the others will say if we’re caught in such a position.
Jinx doesn’t complain. He forces me to cling to him as he turns without being told twice.
My room is closer. He doesn’t waste time going straight for it. Getting the door open and shut behind us, he’s all but throwing me onto the bed before pressing his weight on top of me.
He grinds his hips forward and groans against my throat.
“I haven’t touched one of them since that night. Not Rosie, not any of them.” His hips roll again, and my body burns hotter. “All I’ve wanted is you.”
Pulling back, it’s the flush of his cheeks and the hunger filling his eyes that show how serious he is. This is a side of him I’m not sure I’ve ever seen.
I have to bite my bottom lip to contain the start of a smile. I can’t have him knowing just how much his confession means now, can I?
“Seems more like to me, none of them have been interested.” Humming the words, we both know I’m full of it. If anyone has shown disinterest, it’s been him. I’ve witnessed more than he’ll ever have to explain. Before, I didn’t understand why, but now… Now I do.
He pulls back and yanks off his shirt. Throwing it to the side, he reveals how flushed he really is. Despite having a hard time understanding how he’s in such a state, there’s no denying he wants me.
I’ve never been wanted before. I… I like it.
Moving like he’s afraid I’m going to change my mind, he pulls off my shirt and pauses long enough to drink in my top half. After a few passing seconds, he blinks and reaches for my pants.
Once more, I don’t worry about him seeing the damage on my skin. Hell, he doesn’t give me enough time to fret as he’s too busy cursing about my boots being in the way.
This is messy, and he’s clawing with impatience. Once my boots are thudding against the ground and my pants are following after, he’s panting by the time he’s staring at my underwear. Another boring pair, but in his eyes, an obstacle in his way.
I can’t trap the sound that leaves me when he grips the thin strip and tears it. “Hey!—”
“Fuck, Raven. You’re soaked, you know that?” He shoves my thighs apart, exposing me completely. “This whole time, after everything, your pussy is glistening. What did it for you? Making me suffer? You’ve always liked that, huh?”
Heat explodes on my cheeks at his words, and I can’t even find the words at his frustration. He’s mad that I’m turned on? Isn’t that the point of this?
Watching as he pulls back, a wave of worry crashes over me. He’s not upset enough to the point of changing his mind, is he? But no, he’s simply repositioning himself so he’s basically face deep into my pussy.
Having sex at night was easier. During the afternoon, I can see everything with ease. I can see the hunger radiating behind his stare, the gloss on his lips as his mouth waters. Hell, he even licks his lips like he’s about to enjoy a feast.
