Swallowing hard, I suck in a breath as he runs his lips along mine in a very sexy, slow way. He isn’t kissing me, his lips are only grazing mine, teasing me in such a hypnotic manner. I want so much more, but I like this game. I love the teasing. Nipping at his bottom lip, my teeth sink into it and his minty breath comes out in a gust against my mouth. Releasing his lip, I take his mouth with mine, moving my tongue along his as his hands fall from my face to my hips, holding me tight in his large hands. Pulling away, only a breath, I look into his eyes as my mouth pulls up at the side.
“If we keep on, dinner will not happen.”
“I’m reconsidering my earlier proposition.”
I smile fully as I run my nose along his. “You want me?”
He groans softly against my lips as he nods his head, his nose moving along mine. We’re basically one, we’re so close, and I don’t think I ever want him to go anywhere else. The air around us is sizzling, and I find myself fighting for my next breath.
“I want you so bad I can’t see straight.”
I smile, loving that I’m affecting him the same way he’s affecting me. Fuck it, I can’t take this. I’ve been good too long. It’s time to go back to my naughty side, and if for some crazy reason – because I know darn well Jude doesn’t want anything more from this – he comes to think he does, then we’ll cross that bridge at that point, but now…now I want to ride him like a horse and never look back.
“Let’s go back to my dorm.”
I can see the struggle in his eyes. He wants to be a gentleman and that pleases me. I know he hasn’t ever treated a girl like that. He uses them and lets them go. I’ve heard the rumors and seen the way girls act around him, but with me…I affect him differently. I’ve never felt so powerful in my life, and it’s my job to make guys hard with lust, but with Jude, it’s a whole new ball game. His eyes have yet to leave mine, his hands haven’t left my body since he started touching me, and I just feel so amazing under his gaze. I’ve never wanted to completely please a guy, but I’m shaking to please Jude.
His lips move, but nothing comes out, and I take that as a go. Reaching for his hand, I lace my fingers with his and pull out my phone to see that Reese texted me.
He’s hot. Bring him to the wedding. I’ll tell Phillip to be on his best behavior. I promise.
Ignoring her message, I text Skylar.
Vacate now. Need room.
She replies with a 10-4 good buddy, and I know I’m solid. I know later I’ll have to explain what happened, but now I get to enjoy Jude with no interruptions, and my body shakes in anticipation. Looking over at him, a grin sits on his plump lips, and damn it, I don’t know if I’m gonna make it to the room. Stopping, I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him deeply as his fingers come up under my sweatshirt, massaging my lower back as we kiss. Everything is on fire and I can’t believe these feelings. It’s deep in my stomach, tightening and scaring the shit out of me, but I don’t care. For the first time in years, I actually feel something for the opposite sex. While before it was only to get off, to make myself feel alive, or to piss someone off, now – while I would love to get off too, and by the look in Jude’s eyes, I know I will – I also want to enjoy him, and I want to please him.
I respect him.
Lacing my fingers with his, he looks deep in my eyes as his mouth curves in one of those devilish grins. “We can go get dinner, Claire, just say the word. I hope you don’t, though.”
“I’m not going to. Come on,” I say before dragging him across the quad. I feel people looking at us but I ignore them. When I glance over at him, his eyes are on me, ignoring everyone too, and it’s so elating. When my building comes into view, I almost squeal in delight before pulling him up the four flights of stairs to my dorm.
Throwing open the door, I go through, reaching for the hem of my sweatshirt before pulling it over my head and tossing it to the side. When I turn, Jude kicks the door shut and locks it before taking me in his arms, his mouth meeting mine in a magnetic kind of way. I get lost in the kiss, my head cloudy with lust as I press my chest against his. When his hands go to my hips and quickly lift me, I automatically wrap my legs around his trim waist before he turns, pressing me hard into the door.
I can feel him. Every single inch and my legs shake at the thought of him inside me. Tearing his mouth from mine, he kisses down my jaw, my throat, and dips his tongue between my breasts before pulling down my sports bra and taking my nipple in his mouth. The sensation warms me everywhere, and when he swirls his tongue around it, I cry out, my nails biting into his shoulders. Holding me up with his body, he runs his hand down my hips and takes ahold of my pants and shorts before pulling them down my thighs as far as they’ll go. Placing his hands on my bare ass, he squeezes it before snaking one of his hands up to my dripping wet center. He then moves his fingers inside me. I cry out, my legs squeezing him as he slowly fucks me with his long, thick fingers.
Remembering that the walls are very thin and Skylar has warned me countless times to make sure music is playing, I say, “Oh God, Jude, give me a second.”
He stops, looking at me questioningly before I search for my phone in the pocket of my bundled up sweatpants. When I finally find it, my hands are shaking, but somehow I link it to my Bluetooth speakers and push play on the first playlist I have. It’s one of my covers’ playlists, which is fine; it’s mostly acoustic music. Total sex music. Or at least I hope it is. Really, who gives a shit? I doubt either of us will actually be listening. Turning it up to where I think we’re safe, I toss my phone to the side and wrap my arms around his neck, bringing him in close. I kiss him slowly before parting and running my tongue along his lips.
“I usually don’t do it with music,” he says roughly against my lips, his fingers still playing with my naked ass.
“I don’t want the RA called on me.”
“See, no one can say anything at my house. I’m the captain,” he says, giving me a grin. “Next time we’ll go there.”
Next time. Why am I hoping there is a next time when we haven’t even gotten to the main event? Before anything else can be said, Jude carries me to the bed, laying me softly on it before pulling his shirt up and over his head. I sit up, pushing my pants, shorts, and panties down and off before reaching up to run my hand along his chest, down his abs, to the button of his jeans. When I glance up, his eyes are hooded, full of lust as he watches me. I want to admire all the tattoos along his chest and arms, but I am too far gone to care. I want him. Need him. Now.
I smile and he smiles back before reaching under my arms to help remove my bra and covering my body with his. He’s so much bigger than me. Stronger and more defined. And God, he feels amazing against my naked skin. I’m used to being close to naked in front of guys, but being fully naked, all my imperfections out for Jude to see… I should be nervous, but I’m not. Looking into his eyes, I see nothing but pure admiration for me and it’s so unreal. Never have I had this.
Sitting up, Jude drinks me in, his hands exploring my body. When he pauses, I cringe because I know he found it.
“That’s hot,” he says, running his finger along my brown mole that is under my boob.
“Sure it is,” I say, smacking his hand away.
He smiles, bringing my hand up and biting my fingertip. I take in a deep breath as he says, “It is.”