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OLENA
Jude’s chest crushes against mine, pinning me against the inside of the front door. One of his huge hands grips my ass while the other cradles the back of my neck, angling my head to press our lips together in a burning kiss.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer, and trail my fingers through his dark hair. My tongue flicks against his, teasing him. Tasting him. His beard scratches lightly against my face; the contrasting sensations of soft and rough are delicious. I want more.
I sweep my tongue into his mouth and Jude responds by deepening the kiss, his mouth opening and taking more of me, claiming me. A responding heat pulses low in my belly, and I trace his lips with my tongue, pulling a rumble of pleasure from deep in his throat. Desperation building, our lips crush together again with need. Jude’s chest heaves against me, his hips pushing into me against the door.
I squeeze his waist between my thighs. Kissing me deeply, he pulls off one of my shoes, then the other. He slides a hand between us and exhales a sharp breath when he grazes my breast. He grins, pressing his forehead against mine, and we breathe together as his fingers work the buttons of my shirt.
“I’m on the pill,” I say quietly.
His eyes flick up to mine and his hands stop.
I let my gaze fall and slide my palms over his muscled shoulders. “Tested and all clear too.” I bite my lip and look up, meeting his eyes again.
“Presumptuous,” he teases, giving me a lazy half-smile before his lips meet mine in a slow, enticing kiss.
I smile, my cheeks heating. “I just thought—” I start, looking away.
He gently pulls my chin back to face him. “You thought correctly,” he whispers against my lips, his fingers now tugging and tearing at my shirt until the last of the buttons give way. “Because I’ve been fucking you in my mind for the last two weeks.”
I suck in a breath and close my eyes. His nose brushes my cheek, then his lips find my mouth and I melt into him.
“I’m clear too,” he adds when our lips part, pulling my shirt down over my shoulder. “But…” His mouth is on my neck and I can’t think straight.
Wait… but? I open my eyes, confused again.
“That’ll have to wait one more night.” He flicks his tongue over my earlobe before brushing his lips against my cheek. “Because tonight is all about you.”
My jaw drops open as I exhale hard. Pulling back, I search his eyes. “What do you mean?” I whisper, barely breathing.
A slow grin spreads over his face. “I think you know what I mean.”
Our lips press together again with desperate hunger. I struggle to free myself from one sleeve, then wrap my arms around his neck, dragging my fingernails over his skin. He tears my shirt away from the other arm and lets it fall.
His need strains under his jeans, pressing hard between my legs. The heat against me is intense and my own response is hot, damp, and aching. I roll my hips slowly, grinding into his hardness, chasing the friction of the fabric between us. He groans against my lips and his tongue slides over mine, drawing it into his mouth.
Grasping handfuls of his t-shirt, I tug the fabric up, needing to feel all of him. He reaches behind his neck and yanks the shirt over his head, pressing me up against the door with his full weight while he extracts his arms from the shirt one at a time, his heated gaze never straying from mine. He lets the shirt fall to the floor and I run my hands over his muscled back and chest, relishing the feel of his bare skin. His warmth is incredible.
He lifts me away from the door and I cling to him, my legs and arms wrapped around tight. He carries me to his bedroom and, as we move through the house, he gently kisses and licks my neck. I tilt my head, closing my eyes with pleasure. He stops us at the foot of the bed. A small, dim lamp on the bedside table is the only light, casting a soft glow on Jude’s features. His eyes dark with need, he leans in, kissing the sensitive corner of my mouth.
“Olena,” he breathes against my cheek, nipping at my earlobe. “Can I show you?”
“Show me what?” I pull back, my eyes searching his.
One of his calloused hands roves over my bare shoulder and he drags his fingers down my spine. He swiftly unhooks my bra and I shiver with pleasure at the feeling of him kissing his way along my collarbone, then sliding my bra strap off my shoulder. He kisses his way back up to my neck, licking and tasting my skin.
“Can I show you how incredible I think you are?” he asks in a low, husky voice.
My breath is coming in soft gasps at the sensation of Jude’s mouth on my skin and his breath on my neck. I inhale deeply to steady myself, but his delicious scent is overpowering and my eyes roll with hunger. I scrape my teeth over the ridge of his ear, my arms gripping tight around his strong shoulders. He grabs my ass hard with both hands, hefting me up against him.
“Can I show you how you deserve to be treated?” He practically growls the words.
My fingernails dig into the muscles of his back and I let out a soft whimper, my legs tightening around his waist.
He quickly frees my arm from the other bra strap. Smiling against my mouth, he wrenches the bra from between us in one rough movement, tossing it across the room. A deep growl of satisfaction rumbles from his throat as my breasts press into his bare chest. Stroking the fingers of one hand up the side of my waist, he takes my breast in his palm, circling my peaked nipple with his thumb.