“Pull over, Judas,” I whisper, my legs tightening, pulsing. Hunger grips me in a crazed state and I want him so bad I’m shaking with it.
“No,” he growls.
“You said you would,” I whine, my hand slipping down my body and straying to my thighs.
“I’m not fucking you for the first time in a car. No matter how much I want to. I know what I said but I want to take my time and make a meal of your sweet honey, drown myself in you until I pass out, still deep inside your body.” He glares at me. “Don’t you dare touch yourself. I have to wait and so do you. I’ve waited so long that it feels like I’m going mad. You should get to feel some of that craziness.”
“Judas. I’m not sure about this. What if we’re not good together? What if this messes up our friendship? What if we end up not even liking it each other anymore? We should really think about this.”
“No! We should stop thinking. I’ve been thinking about you for years. I’m tired of only having you in my mind. Some little shadow that flits in and out of my dreams like a wraith, messing with my head and my heart. I want the real thing. I love you. I know you love me. You just need to stop thinking for a night and feel. Feel how much I want you. Feel how well your body fits against mine. Feel how good it feels when I’m inside you.No more thinking!” he roars.
I rear back in the seat, not sure if I’m more turned on or terrified. My panties are drenched and sticking to my thighs. My heart is pounding out of control and my throat feels dry and parched.
I lie down on the seat, wrapping the cape around myself and dragging in a deep breath of his scent, feeling it wash away some of my fears.
Judas would never hurt me. I know it. I trust him. Or mostly. More than I’ve ever trusted any man.
This beast that seems to be taking control of him is another issue entirely. The intensity pouring out of him is a little scary.
I choke down a hysterical giggle. My girlfriends told me on our vacation that they thought Judas liked me. Judging by the racy words coming out of his full lips, I’d say that’s an understatement!
I feel something for Judas. I shoved it way down when I thought we’d moved into the friend zone. But it’s still there. A faint glimmer of warmth that I can feel pulsing in my veins. Spreading out and warming all the cold places I thought would never get warm.
Is it enough? Can we move out of the friend zone and stay together? I need him. I can’t risk messing this up and I hope he knows what he’s doing because my head is so messed up it’s not funny. One second I want him, the next fear washes over me and I’m afraid of the intensity in him. The desire and lust I see in his gaze.
What if I’m not enough? What if years of dreams are about to meet reality and he finds me wanting. I breathe out a sharp breath and close my eyes. Darkness claims me and I fall into a restless sleep.
FOUR
judas
I pullup to my house and park, my eyes instantly locked on the back seat. I can’t see her. Haven’t been able to since she fell asleep. I need to see her, touch her.
I step out of the car, closing the door softly so I don’t wake her. When I open the back door, I groan softly.
She’s curled up in the back seat, her short white dress shifted until I can see the white silk panties she’s wearing. Her long hair is wild around her angelic face.
She may have the face of an angel but that body is all woman. Her deep breaths lift her chest every time she breathes. Her low-cut neckline barely covered her tits at that party and I can still feel her body up against me. My fingers itch to run over her curves and dip into the apex of her soft, plump thighs, teasing her until she falls apart in my arms.
I lean in the back door and lift her gently in my arms, fighting the urge to crush her to me.
She mumbles something in her sleep and the cape over her shifts, baring her deep neckline. She turns her face into my chest and I stop, dragging in a pained breath as my dick tightens painfully. It feels like my zipper is imprinted on my engorged shaft and I hiss out a groan, shifting uneasily while trying not to jostle my angelic burden.
I hit the palm reader at the door and shuffle inside when it clicks open. Brandy mumbles again and she buries her face in my chest, her soft breaths washing over my bare skin. I grit my teeth and stand there, staring up at the ceiling, begging for an intervention. Begging to have enough control that I don’t throw her down on the nearest surface and fuck her.
Years. So many years wasted while I waited for her to grow up a little bit. To realize that what she wanted was right in front of her eyes. I knew the second I saw her that she was mine. But she’d just moved here and I wanted to give her the chance to settle in and get her feet under her at her new job.
By the time she did that, I was firmly friend-zoned. I watched sappy, romantic movies with her every Friday night and went to a book club with her on Wednesday nights to discuss the latest raunchy book she read.
What man does that unless he’s wildly in love? None, I know.
Yet it never seemed to register with her. Not a damn clue.
I carry her up the wide, curved staircase, smiling at the reaction I know I’ll get when she wakes.
I bought this house specifically for her. It’s built for a princess and I intend to make her my queen as soon as I get the chance.
I stop at the door and press my hand to the palm reader. I had these little gadgets installed for emergency use. It leads into a hidden room, which I know will thrill my little kitten. She loves suspense and reads them as well. Haunted romances? Hell yeah!