Hey Jude (Lennox Valley Chronicles #1)

He kisses me slowly, torturously, and I feel him smile against my lips as he lightly grazes one hand up my arm and over my shoulder, then traces a thumb down the center of my throat.

I inhale sharply as I arch up, my eyes flying open and locked on his.

His brow twinges, a look of animalistic need passing across his expression. “You’d better tell me quick what to do with these hands,” he breathes, “because they’re gonna get a mind of their own if you keep looking at me like that.” He slides his thumb across my lower lip, then takes my mouth in a drugging kiss.

Unable to answer, heat flares in my cheeks and I slide my arms up around the back of his neck, as if part of me knows I will have to hold on to this man for dear life. The intimate muscles of my core are quivering. Quivering. That’s a first.

“Hmm, you seem to be… unable to speak for some reason,” Jude says, smirking down at me again.

Cheeky bastard. I can’t help but grin and roll my eyes, because the look on his face tells me he’s enjoying every moment of winding me up tight.

“Maybe you can show me, instead.” His hand slides down to cup my breast.

I can only nod and swallow. Holding his gaze, I lift his hand to my lips. I kiss his fingertips softly before sucking his middle finger deep into my mouth.

He lets out a rough breath and those green eyes almost roll as I swirl my tongue over his finger, then slide it out, guiding his hand down between my legs.

“Jesus…” he breathes. He drags his fingers up through the wetness pooled at my entrance. “Right here?”

“Yes,” I say on a breathy exhale.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispers as he slips his fingers to my clit, circling softly.

I squirm, inching myself down, seeking the pressure of his fingers, but he pulls back ever so slightly, drawing out the anticipation.

He nips at the shell of my ear. “Do you want my mouth on you, gorgeous?”

“Yes.” I close my eyes. I want everything.

“Oh, thank fuck,” he chuckles quietly. Walking backward on his knees, his strong hands grip my hips and he tugs me firmly down the mattress, letting out a soft grunt. Backing off the foot of the bed, he settles himself on the floor, kneeling between my legs. He drags his hands along my inner thighs, squeezing once, before pushing my legs further apart.

He curses under his breath. “Tell me something…” His voice is deep in a way that makes my core clench. He kisses my upper thigh right next to where I’m desperate to feel his tongue. “Do you like it… slow and gentle?” He slides a finger inside me and I softly cry out as he slowly—so slowly—pushes in and out, curling his finger just enough to send shivers of soft pleasure through my body. I grasp at the sheets above my head, my fingers tangling in my hair.

Oh, God. More.

“Or do you like it… fast and hard?” At this, he adds another finger and I cry out again, louder, clenching around his fingers. He pumps harder, sending waves of dizzying sensation all over my body, and I moan with pleasure. He pauses and withdraws, waiting for my response with an eyebrow raised, his thumb working lazy circles on my most sensitive spot. His lips graze against my inner thigh, his teeth biting softly at my skin.

Oh, fuck. I can’t think straight, let alone speak. All I know is I want his fingers inside me again so badly that I feel on the edge of madness.

“Olena…” he rasps, still teasing my clit, waiting for me to answer.

I can’t believe he’s somehow expecting me to say words while he touches me this way. While he melts my senses.

He kisses my upper thigh again.

I can feel his breath right there. So close. I whimper at the feeling of emptiness. I want him filling me, licking me, slamming into me until I’m senseless.

Say words. Tell him what you want.

“I—”

Before I can say any more, he’s thrusting his magic fingers into me again, strong and fast, while desperate pleasure rips through me. He slows once more and I hear him chuckle against me, his beard brushing my sensitive skin. He has his answer.

“Jude, please…” I beg, needing to feel his mouth on me too.

My body arches up at the first touch of his tongue.

“Oh, God…” I breathe, clawing at the bedsheets, all my muscles tightening. His touch is disorienting, his tongue so warm and wet, his fingers still pumping inside me. Sucking on my most sensitive bundle of nerves, Jude takes his time, slowly making me lose my mind until release is just out of reach. I writhe, grinding my hips, pushing into his mouth, his face, his fingers. Harder. I want him closer. Faster. More.