Hey Jude (Lennox Valley Chronicles #1)

He pulls me against him and I sweep my arms around his strong shoulders, softly moaning at the heat from his bare skin. With heavy-lidded eyes, he gives me a hungry smile before he claims my mouth in a kiss.

Jude’s hands slip under my sweater. I lift my arms when he pulls the damp fabric over my head, tossing it aside. As his eyes drink in the sight of me in my bra and leggings, desire blazes in his gaze and his self-control slips.

With a growl, he pushes us inside the shower stall, still half-dressed. The hot water hits us as he shoves me up against the cold tile wall and I gasp at the chill on my back. His lips crush against mine, his tongue sweeping deeply into my mouth. He rips my bra straps down to hang slack at my elbows, shoving the rest down to my waist. I hear him let out a harsh breath as he looks down at my breasts. Palming them in both hands, he groans with pleasure and takes my mouth in another burning kiss as he gently squeezes me, teasing my nipples into tight peaks under his thumbs. Water runs down us in rivulets, collecting in the places we are pressed together, spilling over our flesh.

Jude bends to kiss his way down my body, kneeling on the floor of the shower in his soaking wet jeans. Looking up at me with dark, ravenous eyes, he slides his hands up the backs of my legs and over my ass, then peels my drenched leggings and panties down slowly, exhaling hard. He rests his forehead on my stomach as I step out of my soaked clothes.

I reach behind me, quickly unfastening my bra and letting it drop to the shower floor, bare before him now.

With his arms wrapped around my thighs and my hands tangling in his dripping hair, he presses reverent kisses to my legs and hips, looking up at me with water running down his face. He slowly climbs back up to standing, his huge frame towering above me.

I gasp when he trails a single, teasing finger up between my legs, sending shivers through my entire body.

I can’t wait any longer to feel him in my hands. Watching his eyes, I roughly work the fly of his jeans open and slip a hand under his waistband.

“Oh my God…” I moan softly at the feeling of him, at how incredible the heat of his shaft feels in my hand as I stroke gently down his length.

Breathing raggedly, his mouth ravages mine. His tongue desperately sweeps against my own, his fingers rubbing my nipples and pinching hard.

Freeing him fully from his jeans and underwear, I work both hands up and down, gently squeezing the sensitive head of his glorious cock and marveling at the size of him.

Jude growls against me, pressing into my hands. I release him, letting his hard length rub against the slick skin of my stomach as he thrusts up, our bodies and lips crushing together like we can’t get close enough.

My hands claw at his lower back, pulling him against me, and he groans. I run my hands down over his muscled ass, then pull back from his intense kiss to turn us around in the shower. A flicker of understanding shines in his eyes and he gives me a searing look.

Working his wet jeans the rest of the way down, I slowly kneel at his feet, sliding my hands down his strong thighs, then calves, as he steps out of the last of his clothes. Looking up and seeing his smooth, hard shaft before my eyes, I’m suddenly desperate to taste him. Locking eyes with him, I smile suggestively and hold his gaze as I slowly drag my tongue all the way up his entire length, flicking it teasingly when I get to the top.

His groan is guttural and his hands tense in my wet hair, his eyes rolling. “Fuck,” he breathes out slowly, wiping a hand over his face. Rivers of water trace winding paths down his chiseled chest. He’s exquisite. I feel him shudder as I take the head of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue in a tight circle over the sensitive tip, my teeth lightly scraping over him.

“Olena…”

The sound of my name on his lips has me craving more, and I take more of him into my mouth. As I pull him deeper, he lets out a resounding groan, as if he’s struggling for self-control. I tighten my hand and lips around him, sliding back up. His hands grip at my hair. Letting him guide my movement, he pushes me down again, filling my mouth with his thickness as I moan against his skin. He pulls me back up, then down again, pumping inside my mouth slowly. Too slowly.

I reach my free hand around to grab him from behind, pulling him into my mouth, encouraging him.

Jude’s hands tense in my hair, as if he’s trying to hold himself back to avoid hurting me.

Releasing my grip, I grab his ass hard with both hands. I dig my fingers into his flesh, driving him deeper still, showing him what I want: all of him. My lips are tight, my tongue sweeping against him, drawing him in. A pulse of need thrums between my legs as he thrusts harder, deeper, faster into my mouth. He slides hot and wet against the roof of my mouth, the back of my throat opening to take all of him.

He lets out a deep groan of satisfaction. Out of the corner of my eye, I see his hand slam into the glass of the shower wall, bracing himself, as he barely holds onto control.

With obvious effort, he stops and lets out a rough breath, his hands leaving my hair to graze my cheeks. I pause.

“You…” he says, his voice a low rumble.

I pull back, licking and flicking my tongue against the tip of his cock as I look up at him through my wet lashes.

“You are going to destroy me,” he rasps, smiling darkly and shaking his head.

I stand slowly, pushing my chest in, arching my back to feel his rock-hard length sliding slowly between my slick breasts and down my stomach. As I rise to meet him, I press my breasts hard against his chest.

His eyes shutter and his hands slide over my ass, pulling me against him.

Water spills over us, streaming down from my hair. Jude reaches up and lifts my face to his, pressing a burning kiss to my lips, pushing his hips into me. His cock pulses against my stomach.

“I think I’m warm now,” he says, smiling against my lips. Reaching for the tap, he shuts off the water. For a moment, we just stand there, pressed together, dripping wet, our breathing shallow and rapid. He slowly gathers my hair, peeling it off my neck and shoulders. He squeezes it gently, releasing the excess water as he kisses my neck. My fingers drift between us, sliding down his chest and stomach.

“I want to fuck you,” he says, his voice rumbling deeply below my ear.