Page 142 of UNAwere

‘I should go to bed,’ I say.

‘Let me walk you.’ He takes a small step towards me, and I shiver.

‘If you walk me to my room, you’ll end up in bed with me.’

A soft smile touches his lips. ‘Would that be such a bad thing?’

‘Yes,’ I say, staring at his mouth. ‘No…’

His scent is filling my nose again, and I realise I’ve stepped closer, too.

Jeepers.

We’re terrible. Hannah shouldn’t have left us like this.

‘We can’t,’ I whisper.

‘I know, sweetheart,’ he says, and his mouth skims my lower lip.

I moan softly. ‘Jude.’

‘Don’t make noises like that, Red,’ he says, voice dark. ‘Not unless you want me to bend you over right here.’

‘We can’t,’ I say again, but a shiver slips down my spine at his words.

‘I know,’ he repeats.

He smells so good. I nip his lips without thinking, and he groans, his hand palming my arse through my dress.

‘We have to stop,’ I breathe, letting him pull me against him. I find his crotch with my own and twist my hips against it, relishing the grunt that rumbles in his chest.

‘We do,’ he agrees.

‘How did I never know you were my mate?’ I move his collar and open my mouth against the mark I gave him, lining it with my tongue. Jude melts against me, groaning.

‘Sybbie…’

‘It’s so obvious to me now.’ I lick the strong column of his throat, tasting him, my heady brain taken over by my desire for him.

Jude grasps the nape of my neck, fingers in my hair, and angles it back so he can press his mouth against mine. I moan, allowing his tongue past my lips. He kisses me roughly, his need for me evident.

‘Do you remember having my cock inside you?’ he growls when we draw for breath.

‘Yes,’ I gasp out. ‘Of course I do.’

‘I want you to think of that memory,’ he says. ‘Any time you need to. Any time he’s touching you.’

I blink, nodding. ‘I will.’

He kisses me, softer now. ‘That’s my girl.’

‘Jude.’

‘You’re right, Red,’ he says, lining my lips with his tongue. He kisses me once more, deeply, and I sigh, eyes fluttering closed. ‘We can’t do this. So I’m going to walk you back to your room. And then I’m going to go to my room and fuck my fist to the thought of your perfect pussy.’

I moan, canting my hips against him. ‘Jude.’

‘You can use your toy,’ he says softly, kissing the corner of my mouth. ‘If you need to. And you can fuck it and imagine it’s my cock.’