Because I couldn’t believe this man was cruel. That he was vile and depraved. Capable of inflicting pain.
“Just because it’s in the past doesn’t mean it’s not who I am. Doesn’t mean it doesn’t live on inside me.”
Jud still held me by the chin, and I took that hand in both of mine and pressed his massive palm to my cheek. Felt the comfort that radiated from his warm skin. The tenderness. The kindness. The care he’d shown. “You’re a good man, Jud.”
A grunt scraped up his throat, and he slowly climbed down onto his knees in front of me, still towering there as he slipped his hand to the side of my neck where my pulse raged and down over the thunder of my heart.
His palm was splayed wide as he moved farther down to run over my breasts.
A needy gasp raked up my throat.
“Nah, darlin’. I’m not. Because if I was, I wouldn’t be doing this.”
His mouth followed the path.
My chin.
My neck.
The sensitive skin between my breasts.
Shivers raced, and I all out shook.
He inhaled as he went, but it was me who was inundated with his aura.
It filled my lungs.
Filled my veins.
Citrus and cinnamon and spice.
I got drugged on that late fall night.
He kept angling down until he was kissing over my stomach, and my chest was heaving as my fingers tangled in the long pieces of his hair.
“You should really tell me to stop this, darlin’, because I’m about to taste this sweet pussy, and I’m afraid once I do, I’m not ever gonna want to stop.”
Lust burned.
Flames licked across my flesh.
I should be afraid of the fire, but my fingers only fisted tighter.
“A friend wouldn’t make me wait.” The words raked from my mouth on a frantic tease, a bid and a plea.
Because, oh god, I wanted this man’s mouth on me.
He rumbled a laugh.
It vibrated me all the way through.
Tingles scattered.
Jud edged back and met my eye, his massive hands holding me around the waist. “You wanna come, baby?”
My nod was rabid.
“Did you touch yourself that night? When I was texting you?”
My tongue stroked my dried lips. “Yes.”
“This is what I was imagining, darlin’. Feasting on you. Were you thinking the same?”
“Yes.”
From where he knelt, he picked me up like I didn’t weigh anything and resituated me so that I was sitting.
Surprise jutted from my lungs, and my hands shot behind me to keep me upright.
My knees parted, my core drenched.
Jud ran two fingers over my underwear. “So wet.”
There it was.
The whirlwind.
The push and the pull.
This deep, intense, terrifying man up against the sexy cockiness this boy wore like a brand.
“I need this, Jud.”
I didn’t think I’d ever needed anything the way I needed this right then.
He hooked his fingers in my underwear and slowly dragged them down my legs.
A hiss left his mouth.
“Black-fuckin’-magic.”
His big hands gripped me by the outside of the thighs, eyes devouring before he tugged me closer and dove right in.
His tongue parted me.
Licking and sucking and eating me up the way he’d kissed me this week.
It wasn’t even in the realm of soft or sweet.
It was an annihilation.
Complete obliteration.
His tongue whipped me into a frenzy.
My hips bucked and my fingers yanked. “Jud. Yes. God. I need you.”
“You have me, darlin’. Know what you need.” The words vibrated. Shivers raced. He lifted my ass from the floor, and he shifted course and kissed down the backs of my thighs, over my bottom, and licked into my cleft.
A moan ripped from my mouth. “Jud.” He chuckled a low sound, and I wiggled in his massive hold. “Please.”
The air shifted when those eyes met mine, the intensity something bigger than I could fathom. “Told you, I have you, Salem. I have you.”
Then he was slowly setting my bottom back on the floor, and he reached up and pressed two big fingers into my mouth.
I sucked and moaned around them.
“Good girl.”
I all out shook when he pulled them away, the man never looking away as he pushed them deep into my center.
A gasp wheezed out.
His fingers were almost more than I could take. There was no question then—this man was going to ruin me. Still, I begged, “Please.”
He started to drive them, fucking them in and out. He dipped down and sucked my clit, pulled it between his teeth, but he was lapping and stroking and swirling his tongue.
It took all of a minute, and I split.
Broke apart in his beautiful, menacing hands.
That energy raced, rushed my flesh in a landslide of bliss.
A flashfire.
Combustion.
A charge that shot me to an unknown place. Where I couldn’t see. Where I couldn’t think. Where it was only me and this contradiction of a man.
A man I wanted, yet some piece of me warned I should fear.
But I didn’t.
I succumbed. I gave. I let pleasure win out.
He led me through, his fingers slowing as the orgasm rippled and shivered and gusted through my body.