Page 76 of More Than Friends

“Char,” Jude warns, his voice deep as he drags my name out slowly.

Instead of answering him, I grab the robe tied around my waist. Jude watches me carefully as I pull at one end, loosening the knot until it’s undone completely.

His broad shoulders heave up and down with each breath as he focuses on me. I use his focus to my advantage. I let the tie of the robe drop from my hand, forcing both sides open.

He sucks in a deep breath, his eyes immediately following the curves of my naked body.

I love the way he looks at me. He’s had me twice now, and you wouldn’t know by the way his gaze travels over every inch of my exposed skin. He looks at me as if he’ll never have enough, and all I can do is hope that’s really the truth.

My pulse spikes with excitement over what’s to hopefully come.

I continue to back up in the direction of my bedroom, letting one side of the robe fall down my shoulder in the process.

“Get back here and eat,” Jude demands, but there isn’t the same control in his tone that there was earlier. He doesn’t say the words with conviction. The realization makes me smile.

“No,” I answer simply, letting the other side of the robe fall off my shoulder until the only thing keeping it on my body at all is my arms being in the sleeves. “I did what you told me to. I ate. Now I’m ready for you to fuck me.”

Jude closes his eyes for a moment, his fingers reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. I’ll hand it to him—he really is trying to stick to his guns on making me finish my food, but it isn’t going to work. I’m done, and I’m ready for what comes next between us.

While his eyes are closed, I let the robe drop to the floor. I don’t know if he opens his eyes yet or not, because I quickly spin and make a run for my room, hoping that if he finds me naked in bed again, he’ll finally let me be the one to help him find some relief.

My heart hammers in my chest at the sound of the barstool scraping against the hardwood. He’s noticed I’m gone, and adrenaline courses through my veins at the idea of him catching up to me.

I run through the hallway naked, wanting to make it to my bed before he catches up to me.

There’s some sort of thrill about running from him. I don’t know what he’ll do when he catches up, but I’m excited to find out.

It doesn’t take him long. One moment, I’m running down the hallway, my bedroom door in sight, and the next, his large arm is snaking around my waist and pulling my body against his.

Our chests both heave in unison as we stand in the dark hallway. “What do you think you’re doing?” he all but growls, his lips moving close to my ear.

His breathing is uneven as he keeps me pinned against his body. “I thought you were going to be a good girl and follow my directions, but it turns out you’re just a dirty slut eager for my cock instead.”

I press my thighs together as my entire body goes tight at his words. No one’s ever talked to me like that, but it sends waves of heat throughout my body. It’s hot hearing those words from his lips, making my clit ache for him.

Somehow, the towel has stayed wrapped around his waist, even with him chasing me. I almost wish it weren’t there. I wish I could feel his dick pressed against my back again without a layer of fabric between us.

Even with the towel between us, I do what I can to drive him crazy. I grind my ass against him, tingles running down my spine at the idea of how close I am to finally feeling him inside me.

“I need you.”

Jude lets me grind against him a few more times before he sighs. “If my girl is being so needy, then who am I to say no?”

FORTY-THREE

JUDE

Charlotte’sentire body stills against mine.

I can’t help but smile, loving the way she clenches her thighs together the moment the words leave my mouth. I think my girl is more than ready for me, and that makes my cock get even harder at imagining how wet she is right now because of my words.

Before she can respond, I quickly spin her around and lift her from the ground. She lets out a loud yelp as I throw her over my shoulder. I tried to do the right thing and make sure she had a good meal before getting fucked all night, but in true Charlotte fashion, she’s stubborn and won’t even let me try to be a gentleman before I’m inside her all night long.

“I can walk,” she tells me, her body squirming as I carry her to her room.

“I’m having fun just like this.”

“Jude, I can walk.”