Hey Jude (Lennox Valley Chronicles #1)

“You cold?” he asks, stepping toward me.

“A little,” I admit. “I’m sure you don’t relate, Mr. I Run Hot.” I widen my eyes and poke him in the chest. He smiles and looks away, sliding his warm hands over my arms. “Honestly, I still can’t believe you said that in front of Charles and Carol.” I shake my head and give him a rueful smile. “But you knew what you were doing to me, didn’t you?” I arch an eyebrow at him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

He meets my eyes again and lazily rubs my back. “Mmm, hard to say.” His lips twitch up in amusement. “What did it do to you?” His voice is low. I hear the change in his breathing as he slides his hands down over my ass, grasping lightly. He leans in. “I think I’m gonna need more information,” he breathes against my cheek.

My eyes close and I press my body into his, my fingers gently gripping the back of his shirt. I nuzzle into his neck, kissing him below his ear, and pull my hands up over his shoulders. My fingers play with the back of his hair as I breathe him in. God, this man’s body is my new happy place.

“It made me want to touch you,” I say, sliding my hands down his chest. Gripping his shirt in my fists, I rise on my tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “And later, when I was alone and I was thinking about you…” He inhales at my words. “It made me a little…wet.” I flick my tongue against his earlobe.

He exhales raggedly, his hardness pressing against my stomach through his jeans.

I pull back to meet his eyes, seeing the fire in his gaze.

Crushing me into him, he kisses me deeply, his tongue sweeping into my mouth with surprising intensity as a low sound of pleasure rumbles from his throat. My breath catches when he reaches down between us and quickly undoes my jeans, plunging his hand inside my panties. He breaks the kiss, cursing softly, sliding his fingertips through the wetness pooled at my entrance.

“Fuck, Olena. Wet like this?”

His voice is a deep rumble that makes my core clench. I meet his eyes and nod, my breath shallow.

He exhales and slides two fingers into me as I cry out, gripping his shoulders. His sudden urgency takes me by surprise.

He pulls away. “Turn around,” he rasps.

“Here?” I breathe, glancing around us, unsure. I look back at him.

“Here.”

I slowly turn to face the workbench and Jude wrenches my jeans and panties down to my thighs. My eyes close at the sound of him unzipping his jeans and I flush with heat, anticipating his touch. When he lays his hard, hot length against the center of my ass, I inhale sharply.

“Feel how hard you make me?” he rasps.

“Yes,” I breathe.

His hands dip under my shirt, my skin burning under his heated touch. He pulls me back against him, pressing my back into his chest. His tongue flicks at the ridge of my ear and I shiver. Working his hands under the band of my bra, he squeezes my breasts and pinches my nipples hard, making me whimper from the wave of intense sensation that spreads to my core.

“Oh God,” I moan when he crushes me harder into his body, pulling my hips back. His cock presses warm and eager against my ass and I tilt my hips back against him.

“You want this?” he asks, thrusting against my ass.

“Uh-huh,” I breathe, nodding.

Jude’s lips and teeth are on the back of my neck, one hand roughly sweeping my hair to the side to bare my skin as he kisses me there. I lean my head back under his chin, reaching up to his cheek as he traces his fingers down my stomach, dipping low, brushing over that aching place between my thighs. Circling them over my most sensitive spot, he slides his fingers inside me, pushing them against the place that makes me cry out.

I let out another groan of pleasure when he suddenly pushes me forward onto the bench, my elbows bracing against the cool, wooden surface. A brief chill fills the space between our bodies as he steps back, positioning himself, before the delicious warmth of his cock slides softly against my entrance. I moan and collapse slightly into my arms, the strength in my shoulders buckling at the wave of heat that pulses through me. Every fiber of my being is suddenly attuned to that place—the one place he’s touching me.

I feel vulnerable under his gaze, knowing he’s staring at me from behind with those intense green eyes, readying himself to plunge inside me at any moment.

“Oh, fuck, Olena…”

“What?” I breathe, turning to glance over my shoulder.

“I wish you could see how fucking perfect you look like this.” His hands slide slowly over my hips, gripping me in a moment of stillness.

Anticipation floods me and I close my eyes, bracing my hands on the workbench. I moan as he slowly, excruciatingly, pushes all the way inside me. A deep groan escapes his throat as he buries himself deep, then stops again, sliding his hand around to rub my aching clit.

“I want to watch you come,” he rasps from behind me and I shudder, his fingers circling my clit as he withdraws his cock just as slowly as he entered. “And then I want to watch you do it again.” He slams into me and I cry out. He quickly withdraws. “And again.” Slam. “And again.” Slam.

Oh my God.