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God, the man’s voice rumbled so low, a rough whisper caressing me in a tangible way, forcing me to obey. I did as I was told. Those lips I’d caught myself staring at entirely too often showed me the difference between the boy on the doorstep and the man on top of me.
Slowly, slowly, his lips urged mine apart with gentle yet determined movements until I tasted the invading heat of his mouth. His tongue came in—exploring, demanding, claiming me as his own.
I’d felt desire before, but not like this. An aching need wrenched at my core, tightening low and deep. His aura of fire singed me from the inside out, waking every sense, wrapping me in palpable longing. A burning tendril reached out, weaving around me, into me, pulling me toward him like the tide to the moon. How did I ever mistake Danté for Jude? I knew in that moment no man would ever come close to him, no matter how long I lived.
I threaded one hand into the hair at his nape, shocked at the silkiness. My other hand moved along his neck to the crook of his jaw, feeling the muscles work as he continued his deep invasion.
I couldn’t keep the little whimpering noises from escaping my lips. He responded at once, pressing his erection harder, grinding against me, kissing more deeply, nipping at my lips with his teeth, then devouring me again with heavy intent.
My back arched, a primitive response, pressing my breasts against his chest. The friction wound a knot in my abdomen. He moaned.
Christ!The sound made me want to give him everything, give him all of me. My other leg bent of its own will, inviting and cradling him between my thighs. Right where I needed him.
I rocked up, rubbing my clit along the length of him. His fist tightened in my hair, his mouth coasting along my jaw.
“Fuck, woman,” he rumbled, scraping my neck with teeth then licking with his tongue. “You should tell me to stop.”
Curling my fingers into the back of his shirt, I rocked my hips again, moaning at the pleasure of my clit rubbing against his hard dick.
“I don’t want to stop,” I panted.
For the first time, it was true. I didn’t want to wait any longer. I wanted Jude to rip my clothes off and do everything to me.
Plunging both hands under his shirt, I glided my nails to the front and down his rigid abdomen. He bit me at the base of my neck, quickening my pulse and heating my blood. I reached down between us to unsnap his jeans. Before I’d gotten to the zipper, both my wrists were bound above my head.
“Fuck,” he grated, his eyes squeezed shut.
Jude froze for a few seconds, panting, still holding my wrists captive. My mind a haze of lust, I wanted to ask why he was stopping, but I was also inexperienced and a little shy when it came to sex. I also couldn’t stand the thought of me begging him, only for him to reject me. Because this definitely felt like rejection.
Though his voice came out calm and steady, the rapid tattoo of his heart vibrated through his chest to mine. He lifted his body an inch, no longer touching but hovering in torturous intimacy. I almost cried out in anguish.
“Proven?”
Proven? What was he talking about? My brain had nearly melted away the conversation before this more than heated interlude. I could hardly form a coherent thought, much less speak, still panting and wanting more.
A throaty laugh. His chest rumbled, inadvertently, or maybe on purpose, rubbing the tip of my breasts, torturing my hardened nipples. I definitely whimpered at that.
He bent his head, keeping our bodies apart, sweeping his lips lightly along mine, giving me a brief, wet kiss, tugging at my lower lip before letting go. He released a jagged breath.
“Don’t settle, Genevieve. Don’t let strangers grope you on dance floors. Don’t allow college boys to fondle you in doorways. Don’t waver in uncertainty about your own desires. Even ageless, life is too short to live halfhearted. Know what you want. Endeavor to seize it, and keep it when you do.”
The mattress shifted as his weight lifted off the bed. A swift whooshing sound, and he was gone. His heat lingered on my swollen lips, my chest, and lower. I curled onto my side, feeling bereft and so very alone.
I’d forgotten all about Garzel and the Collector and Malcolm. None of it mattered as Jude’s advice swirled in my mind, specifically the last words he spoke to me.
Endeavor to seize it, and keep it when you do.
“I thought I just did,” I whispered into the dark.
There was no answer.
14
“Gen, wake up!”
Mindy shook my shoulder, hissing close to my ear. I jumped awake, positive a demon had found me and broken in. But seeing Mindy’s impish smile hovering over me, I knew otherwise.
“What?”
