Somehow, without even telling him, Jude was aware of my insecurities. But how could I not be insecure when I knew he was a player? No matter the depths of my feelings for him, there was still this nagging voice in the back of my head telling me this wouldn’t last. Someone like Jude…he wasn’t made to be tamed, so what made me different?
“I only want you,” he continued, pressing soft kisses to my belly. His mouth ventured lower to the skin just above the top of my shorts and my hips bucked involuntarily.
I didn’t have a reply. I was pretty sure my brain had shut down entirely and could only process the touch of his fingers and the sensations they created in my body.
He undid the button of my shorts, but I grabbed his hand to stop him.
He looked at me quizzically, his fingers twitching against my shorts as he tried to restrain himself from tearing them off my body. “Tate?” He prompted.
I swallowed thickly and reached out for his shirt. He let go of my shorts and lifted his arms to remove his t-shirt. Yes. That was so much better.
I sat up and kissed his chest, right over his heart and then put my hand over it. I lifted my head and looked into his eyes. We both breathed heavily and his eyes were a heated brown, dark with longing. I couldn’t believe he was mine. It seemed surreal. I was so afraid that something was going to come along and rip him away from me. I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to survive the loss of another person.
I looked away and said nothing as I went back to kissing his chest. His skin was so smooth and soft, but hard at the same time. He was going to have to let me watch him workout one of these days, because I really wanted to see what he did to get these muscles.
His hands skated up my back, oh so slowly, making me shiver.
He found the clasp of my bra and it fell between us. He pressed our chests together so we were skin to skin. I fit perfectly against him, like we’d been designed to come together like two puzzle pieces.
His lips found mine in the dark and he tilted my head back with one hand. His tongue pressed against my lips and my mouth opened for him.
Our hearts thumped in sync.
He lowered me once more as I fumbled with his belt and then the button of his pants. He kicked them off and then we were both left with only a single garment separating us.
I couldn’t seem to catch my breath and neither could Jude.
We hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet.
My body tensed with excitement. My legs wrapped around his waist and I pulled him down against me. We both let out a moan.
Something told me this was going to be even better than the last two times.
I rubbed my hands against his back and reveled in the feel of his muscles tensing and flexing as he restrained himself.
He pulled down my shorts and underwear and I lowered my legs so he could slip them off and then returned to my previous position.
His fingers rubbed against me, and my back arched as I let out a loud gasp that echoed through the night.
“Fuck, Tate,” he gasped, lightly biting my shoulder, “I don’t know if I can wait.”
I swallowed and forced my breathing to slow so I could speak. “Then don’t.”
I reached for his boxers and he growled low in his throat. His eyes drifted closed and his too long lashes fanned against his cheeks. It filled me with pleasure to know that I put that look on his face. I knew I was relatively inexperienced and I’d worried I wouldn’t be good enough for him, but that clearly wasn’t the case.
He fixed the blanket on top of us, but with the heat we generated we didn’t need it to protect us from the cold. My skin was already feverish and dampened with a light sheen of sweat.
“Jude,” I found my voice once more, “please, I need you. Now.” I panted like a wild animal, but I couldn’t make myself care. My desire to have him was far too great to worry about such silly things.
He growled and nipped at my chin before capturing my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and played with the short strands of his hair that reached his neck. He reached down, guiding himself inside me the barest inch. My body tensed at first, still not used to it.
“Relax, Tate,” he murmured against my lips and kissed me again, and again, until my body melted and relaxed enough to let him slip inside.
When he was all the way in, he stopped. He grabbed my hips between his fingers, his hold nearly bruising. His head fell back and his mouth parted slightly. He shuddered all over and then looked at me.
“No one has ever felt as good as you. No one,” he reiterated. His mouth found my breast and he took a nipple into his mouth. “It was always meant to be you.” He said the words so quietly that I wouldn’t have believed he said anything if I hadn’t seen his lips move with the words.
I nodded my head in agreement.