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Chapter 28

Mila

I couldn’t wait another minute. All night I’d paced around in a fit of jealousy, picturing Jude on that stage, looking like a snack, with those big strong hands on his guitar.

Then he came home and played for me?

Panties? Destroyed.

Heart? Experiencing a lot of emotions I’d rather ignore at the moment.

Brain? Unable to think about anything but getting naked.

He picked me up with ease, and without breaking our kiss, I wrapped my legs around his waist. It was needy and sloppy but only made me want more.

Brow furrowed, he eased me onto the mattress. “Am I hurting you?”

I pushed up to my knees and pawed at his T-shirt. “Off,” I commanded. “And then the pants.”

A dark chuckle escaped him, sending a flash of need through me. “You’re bossy tonight.”

“Of course I am. I’m a woman with needs,” I said, muscling my tank top off around my bad shoulder.

Once I’d tossed the garment to the floor, I ran my hands up his muscular chest, desperate for more physical contact. “Maybe this makes me a horny groupie, but seeing these hands on the guitar?” I grasped his wrists and pulled until he was palming my naked breasts. “A woman only has so much self-control.”

“Oh, Trouble.” With a growl, he took my nipple into his mouth. “You don’t need self-control here. You can take whatever you want.”

I pushed him away and yanked on his waistband. “In that case.” I palmed his erection over the denim and gave it a squeeze. “I’ll be doing just that.”

With a wicked grin, he tore the jeans down. When he straightened, his cock strained against the tight fabric of his boxer briefs, the head peeking out of the top.

I licked my lips and placed a gentle kiss to the tip.

“Fuck, Trouble,” he gritted out.

Peering up at him from beneath my lashes, I smiled. “Quiet. I’m taking what I want.”

I yanked his boxer briefs down and gripped his length, then took him into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around the tip. It was thick and hard and far too big for my mouth, not that I’d let that stop me.

With a lick to the underside, I inhaled deeply. Then I took him to the back of my throat. When my gag reflex kicked in, heat ignited in my belly.

He tangled his fingers in my hair, creating a charge that ran straight to my clit. Those hands. I wanted them all over me and inside me all the time.

But this wasn’t about me. It was about him. And showing him how much I wanted him.

His cock surged in my hand, getting impossibly harder, proving that I wasn’t the only one barely holding on.

Relaxing my jaw, I took him to the back of my throat again, using my hands to work his shaft as I found a rhythm.

Fingers twined in my hair, he was reduced to a series of grunts and gasps. Each noise inspired me to keep going, to wring every ounce of pleasure from him.

He stroked my cheek, and I looked up, only to find him fixated on me, his eyes hooded with lust. Never breaking eye contact, I stroked his cock with both my hands while circling the tip with my tongue.

“ Fuck .” He tossed his head back, his body taut as a bowstring.

And then I was being lifted off the floor.

“Need to be inside you.” With a grunt, he stepped out of his pants. Then he dragged two fingers through my soaked core.

Dazed with lust, I didn’t have the wherewithal to help him as he shifted me toward the head of the bed. As he rolled on a condom, every muscle in his body was coiled with tension.

The sight had the heat in my core liquefying.

Ranging over me, careful to support his own weight, he lined himself up. Then, with a deep kiss, he pushed inside me.

I gasped, every part of me stretching to accommodate him.

“That’s it,” he purred. “Just breathe.”

With his mouth on mine again, he moved, and as he ghosted his lips over my jaw and to my neck, he set a slow, steady rhythm.

Eyes rolling back, I spread my legs wider, eager for all of him. This was bliss. It was perfect. It was right.

Each thrust was controlled and restrained. He was trying not to hurt me. And while the care he showed me only made my affection grow, in this moment, I needed more. I wanted him wild and frenzied.

“Jude,” I whispered, taking his face in my hands. “You don’t have to be careful. I won’t break.”

He rolled his hips, burying his face in my neck.

“Need to keep control,” he said.

“Please,” I begged, bucking up, seeking more friction. “You told me I could have anything I want. And I want you wild. I want you to fuck me like you need to. Give into it.”

Arms locked on either side of my head, he lifted up, his eyes widening behind his glasses. “Are you sure?”

I bit his bottom lip hard and nodded, gripping his ass and tugging him closer. “Yes.”

Smiling, he pulled out of me and stepped back, admiring my naked body laid out on the bed.

I writhed, needy and deprived of his touch. Finally, he clutched my ankles and dragged me to the edge.

“Is this okay?”

I nodded, clawing at his biceps, desperate for him to be inside me again.

He threw my legs over his shoulders, and in one mildly rough move, he pushed inside me. I was completely at his mercy, spread out beneath him while he owned my body. He was thrusting so deep I could feel him everywhere. It was electrifying. Normally, I hated losing control. I wasn’t the kind to submit. But Jude took such care of me, making it second nature to let him own my body like this.

“God, you’re gripping me so tight.”

Each thrust sent me spiraling further. He bottomed out over and over again. I’d never felt so full and content.

“I need you to come, Trouble.”

With my good hand, I pinched my nipple, and as if we’d choreographed it, he hit that perfect spot inside me. I cried out, my back arching and my inner walls tightening around him.

“Touch yourself. Rub that pretty little clit for me.”

“I—” My breath caught. I’d always needed a little extra attention down there to finish, but touch myself while he had me like this?

It was out of my comfort zone.

“Yes. I want to watch,” he growled, thrusting hard enough to hike my body an inch or two up the mattress.

Laid out under this sexy lumberjack like this was not the time to be shy, so keeping my eyes locked with his, I licked my index finger and slid my hand between us to where we were joined.

I brushed his shaft as he pulled back and thrust in again, eliciting a moan from him, then got to work lazily rubbing circles around my clit.

“Fuck, you grip my dick so perfectly,” he said, thrusting even faster.

The heady sensation built, coiling and growing, his words only kicking me into a higher gear. “Watching you play with your pussy is so hot.”

Eyes closed,I gave in to the pleasure, focusing on the way his thick cock dragged perfectly against my inner walls.

Awash with more desire than I’d ever known, I clenched around him.

“Eyes open,” he growled. “Look at me when you come on my cock.”

His eyes were molten, the muscles in his arms bulging as he held my thighs up and drove into me. The vision sent a tingling sensation through me, driving me over the edge.

I cried out as I clenched around him, my orgasm barreling through me. Full and stretched, at his mercy, I was lost. I screamed and convulsed as he pistoned into me wildly, chasing his own release.

His cock surged inside me, only amplifying the pleasure and leaving me a shaking mess.

With a groan, he collapsed, keeping his weight on my good side.

“Fuck.” He rained kisses over my collarbones. “That was incredible.”

I closed my eyes, savoring the feel of his warm body and the exhausted sexual satisfaction only Jude could deliver.

It had never been this good. The connection, the emotions, the intensity.

There was no doubt in my mind that this man was thoroughly ruining me.