Page 55 of Killer of Mine
A soft knock has me turning towards the door and I scold my traitorous heart for hoping it’s Eli.
It’s not. Jude eases the door open and pokes his head inside. “Are you okay?” The soft yellow lighting from the hall glows against his skin.
“No,” I confess.
Jude opens the door wider, a single eyebrow arching as he takes in the rumpled sheets. I have no doubt my skin is flushed, my eyes wild.
“Tell me he didn’t leave you hanging.”
My mouth parts. I don’t know how to answer that. He doesn’t seem upset but...
Jude closes the door and comes to kneel on my bed. He peels the covers back from my body, his eyes locking on the way my nipples pebble under my shirt. He brushes the backs of his fingers over the tips, and I jolt. A deep moan tumbles from my lips.
“Poor thing,” Jude says, “he’s left you in a right state.”
Before I can stop him, Jude lifts my shirt, bunching it up under my chin. He dips his head and takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. Sensation shoots straight to my core, and I arch into his hold.
“Jude,” I pant. I push at his shoulders till he sits up and almost laugh at the sulky look on his face. Then I remember what I was going to say. “Eli and I, we kissed.”
Jude’s face is blank.
“We did more than that,” I add.
“Good.” Jude smirks. “I might be a little jealous if he’d managed to get you this worked up with just a kiss.” He dives back down, squeezing my other breast and pinching the nipple between his teeth.God this man is trying to kill me.
I thread my fingers through his curls and drag his head up. “Aren’t you mad?”
Jude’s face softens. “Short answer: no.” He trails a hand down my stomach, sending shivers skating across my bare skin. “I’m a little too busy to give you the long answer right now but I promise we’ll talk after.” His fingers dip between my folds. “Now lie back like a good girl and let me take care of you.” He flicks my clit and I lose my grip on his hair.
His words should be patronizing. My pride bristles at being told to be a good girl but I can’t deny the way my core clenches.
I don’t think I’ve ever been taken care of before. I’m not sure I realized how much I yearned for just that until these guys came into my life.
I let my head drop onto the pillow and watch as Jude slowly drags my shorts down my legs and flicks them to the side.
He places a soft kiss at the top of my mound before coming back up.
I lift myself a little as he pulls the shirt over my head. He throws that to the floor too and then I’m lying beneath him, completely naked.
Oz took the bandages off this morning and nasty grazes cover my left side, but Jude doesn’t seem to care. He takes my breasts in his hands again, playing with my nipples, then pinching until my back arches.
My core pulses and I squirm, lifting my hips as I try to find the pressure I’m desperate for. “Please, Jude. Please.”
“Shhh, I know what you need.” Jude unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down over his hips. He groans as he pulls himself from his boxers and strokes the length of his cock.
I try to reach for him, but he swats my hand away.“Nuh-uh, what did I say?”
“Lie back,” I repeat.
He raises a single brow, waiting.
“Like a good girl.” I sigh and settle back against the bed.
“Better.” Jude lifts me by the hips. He pulls me down the bed until the insides of my thighs are pressed up against his hips.
I gasp at the sensation. I try to move against him, but he holds me still. “Your shirt,” I say, “take it off.”
Jude smirks. He leans over me and takes my bottom lip between his teeth, giving me the slightest nip. “Stop trying to top from the bottom,” he scolds, but then he sits back and pulls off his shirt.
