Hey Jude (Lennox Valley Chronicles #1)

“Jesus, Olena,” he groans into my neck, trailing his tongue up under my ear. “Answer me.”

I smile with pleasure. “Yes,” I breathe. I arch my neck and he sweeps my hair aside, his teeth scraping the spot where my pulse is hammering. “Yes, please.”

A pause. “Good girl.”

I gasp as my back slams into the bed.

Jude quickly kicks off his boots and climbs over me, his knees between my legs. A sensuous smile tugging at his lips, he bends down to kiss me hard, his tongue exploring, tangling with mine. He lowers onto me and pushes up between my legs, grinding his length against me again, the fabric of our pants an infuriating barrier.

My fingers drift down his chest, needing to feel all of him. I squirm under him, pushing my hips up, needing more. When he thrusts against me again, I let out a moan and throw my arms around his neck, rocking my hips while I nip at his lower lip with my teeth.

He shifts and trails kisses down my chest, flicking his tongue over one nipple before sucking it into his mouth, rolling my other nipple between his fingers. When he switches sides, the hard draw of his tongue has me gasping and my back arching. I clench my fingers, digging them into his strong shoulders, my body begging him for more.

Moving lower, he runs his tongue slowly down my stomach. When he gets to my waistband, he sits up overtop of me and straddles me, pinning me to the bed. He looks down at me with hooded lids and a half-smile, his eyes and hands drifting lazily over my exposed flesh as if he’s drinking in the sight of me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

This time, I don’t look away. I surprise myself when I realize I believe him, that those green eyes on my body make me feel incredible, like a sexy goddess.

He doesn’t break his gaze with mine as he undoes my jeans. Sweeping his fingers under my waistband, he teases me. I shudder at how close he comes to grazing where I’m desperate to feel his touch. My core clenches, pulsing with anticipation. Jude smiles and drags his palm between my legs, his fingertips finding my clit through the fabric of my jeans. I inhale sharply, catching the look of satisfaction on his face.

My eyes drop down, drinking in his muscled chest and arms, his carved stomach, and the trail of dark hair that disappears under his waistband. My gaze lands on the outline of his cock pushing against his jeans and my eyes widen at the size of him. Oh, fuck.

I’m suddenly desperate to feel him: in my hands, my mouth—I don’t care. Propping myself up on an elbow, I reach out and grip him through his jeans. He’s rock-hard and hot under my touch, even through the fabric. His eyes shutter and a deep groan escapes his lips as my palm rubs over his straining hardness, my fingers stroking his length through the denim.

I’m craving the taste of him, the heat of him in my mouth. Pushing up, I start to unbutton his jeans, kissing his chest. But he quickly grips my wrist, stopping me.

Confused, I look up.

“This isn’t about me, remember?” he rasps, steadying himself.

I collapse back onto the bed and let out a frustrated groan.

He chuckles softly. With a devilish grin, he grasps the waistband of my jeans with both hands and jerks them down to my thighs, looking almost pained. He lets out a hissed breath, curling down into me, and presses soft kisses to my stomach.

My fingers trace the angle of his square jaw and slide over his upper back. I squirm and make a small gasping noise when his hair tickles my skin, my stomach hollowing as I suck in a sharp breath.

He lifts his head to look at me, one dark eyebrow raised.

Holding his gaze and biting my lip, I let my hands drift up to my breasts, my fingers gently pinching my nipples while he watches.

Jude exhales hard, looking like he’s going to come undone at the sight, and rises to his knees. He pulls my jeans off the rest of the way before throwing them on the floor, slipping my socks off quickly as well. With his palm sliding up my bare thigh, he looks down at me, those intense green eyes blazing with desire. With a steadying breath, he hooks a finger into the narrow strip of fabric that runs between my legs, grazing the sensitive flesh beneath and making me gasp.

“Fuck,” he breathes and closes his eyes when he finds the wetness pooled there.

I lift my hips as he slides my panties down and off my legs.

Climbing up over me once again, Jude rakes his gaze over my body, now laid totally bare in front of him. With a lazy smile, he leans down and takes one of my nipples between his teeth, his tongue flicking and his breath heating my sensitive flesh. I writhe beneath him and claw lightly at his back, coaxing him to continue. He moves to my other nipple, licking and nibbling, then trails one hand slowly down my stomach, lower and lower, stopping just short of where I want his fingers. Releasing my breast, he moves up to claim my mouth in a heated kiss, then fixes his dark eyes on mine. His voice is low when he speaks.

“Where do you want me to touch you?”

My lips part but no sound comes out.

He leans down close, his lips against my cheek. “Tell me what makes you melt, Olena.” He kisses my flushed skin, his breath dancing across the slope of my jaw. “What makes you scream.” He trails a finger from one of my hip bones to the other, tracing a line across the bottom of my stomach. “What makes you come so hard you lose the ability to walk.”

Pleasure blazes through my core at his words, the air leaving my lungs as my eyes shutter once again. Am I still breathing?

“Fuck, Olena. Tell me,” he nips at my lower lip, “so I can do it all. I need to show you that’s exactly what you deserve.”