His thumb moved again, mindlessly teasing my nipple as he slept peacefully.
Oh my god. He’s going to kill me. But in a very different way.
I sucked in a deep breath as his fingers tightened and he pinched my nipple. I arched my back, pressing my ass into his hardened cock.
I was in nothing but an oversized T-shirt and a pair of sensible panties. Jude was shirtless but wore mesh gym shorts. Still, they did absolutely nothing to hold back his monster cock.
Jude grunted in his sleep as I rocked against his dick, needing more from him than an unconscious tease.
Every part of me ached for him. I wasn’t unfamiliar with being turned on. I had no problem turning myself on or knowing exactly how I liked to be touched. But being turned on by someone else? That was new.
It was an intense craving that I couldn’t suppress.
Frankly, it was annoying. Life was so much simpler when I knew I could satisfy my own needs. The intrinsic desire for him to be the one to satisfy them was utterly terrifying.
I bit down on my lip as he teased my breast through the loose cotton.
I hated this fucking T-shirt. I wanted his hands on my bare skin.
“Jude,” I whispered as I arched into him again. My heart raced as his body tightened around mine. Surely, he could feel it. Surely, he knew how much I needed this.
But what if he really was asleep? What if his subconscious had taken over and was the only reason he was giving in to his desires? What if he woke up and went back to denying what he wanted? WhatIwanted.
My racing thoughts silenced as his hand left my breast and slid lower, flattening against my stomach.
“A little lower.” I hadn’t realized I whispered the thought that was supposed to stay safely tucked away in my mind.
His hand tensed as he woke.
“Jude,” I rasped as I made the split-second decision between pretending like it never happened and telling him to finish the fucking job.
Behind me, Jude stirred as realization dawned on him. He swore under his breath and went to pull his hand away. But the moment I felt him flinch, I grabbed his wrist and held his hand to my stomach.
“You took everything,” I said between desperate breaths. “Give me this.”
“That’s not giving, little fox.” The morning gravel in his voice was low and menacing as he dotted the peak of my ear with a featherlight kiss. “That’s me taking one more thing from you.”
I tightened my grip on his wrist. “No. You’re not in charge here. I am. I’m calling the shots, and I’m telling you that I want this. I—” I took a deep breath. “I need it.”
Jude rested his forehead on the back of my head. “I can’t take your virginity, sweetheart. After everything . . .” He sighed. “I shouldn’t. You deserve better. Something special.”
“I didn’t wait to have sex for some sentimental reason,” I whispered. “I waited because I’ve never wanted it before. I didn’t think it was possible for me to want something this badly.” I twined my fingers with his, holding them against my body as our synchronized breathing grew more ragged. “I’ve seen your hands covered in blood, but I think they’re better suited for pleasure than pain.” I tilted my head and nipped at the side of his neck. “I can feel how much it turns you on.”
Jude’s hand tightened against my stomach. “I . . . There’s no condoms here.”
I smiled to myself. “And here I thought you were prepared foreverything.”
“I wasn’t prepared for you,” he admitted, and I knew exactly what he meant.
“I have an IUD.”
“I know. I’ve been through your medical records.”
I grumbled curses under my breath as he chuckled.
“I got tested a few weeks ago,” Jude offered. “I haven’t been with anyone since. Even then, I never go without one.”
I turned, rolling in his arms to face him. Jude shifted to his back. I took the invitation and straddled him, drawing the T-shirt over my head and tossing it to the floor.
