Page 20 of The Surrender
I hardly want to admit it.Hardly.“Me too.”
Jude nods, thoughtful, blindly lowering the knife to the wood again, and the way he’s looking at me has sparks lighting up my insides. My body burns for him. I can’t stop it. Don’t want to. I lower the peeler, my lungs screaming with the effort to breathe easy. Just look at him. This beautiful, complicated man. My breathing becomes even more strained when the track changes and Kidnap andLydy May’s “Cold Water” joins us.
“Oh God,” I whisper, feeling the throb between my legs get more violent.
“To hell with your boundaries.” Jude comes round the island and grabs me, getting his mouth on mine and attacking me full force. I reach for his shirt to tear it off, forgetting myself, and pain shoots through my hand. I hiss, retracting, trying to maintain our kiss. “Careful,” he says gently, forcing my backwards steps towards the bedroom, keeping our kiss up as he unbuttons his shirt, and I wriggle out of my sweater. The backs of my legs meet the edge of the bed, and I drop to my arse, flinging my top aside and trying and failing to unfasten my bra with one hand. “Leave it.” His chest swells as he shrugs out of his shirt and drops it. My panting is out of control, Jude looming over me as he strips, his eyes hungry and full of intent. His trousers hit the floor. I inhale. His thumbs slip past the waistband on his boxers. I peek up at him and bite my lip, my mouth watering as he eases them down his thighs and kicks them aside. And he’s naked. A polished mass of manly perfection. I swallow back my awe and reach for his hip, tracing a line down one side of his V to his pubic bone. His cock is at mouth level, and I won’t pass up that kind of opportunity again. Licking my lips, I take hold of him gently and circle the tip with my tongue, gazing up through my lashes to see him watching me intently. “Taste good?” he asks.
I hum my approval but don’t get to indulge myself more. Jude pulls away and shoves me to my back, taking the waist of my leggings and drawing them down my legs painfully slowly, followed by my knickers before he yanks down the cups of my bra.
Then he pulls my legs apart and lashes straight up my centre with his hot, wet tongue.
I nearly go through the ceiling, my back snapping into an arch, the pleasure unbearable. “Jude!” I yell, feeling him bite each nipple as he passes, crawling up my body until he’s settled on top of me.
“Delicious,” he mumbles, taking the wrist of my injured hand and putting it above my head, holding it in place for me, because he knows I’ll fail to keep it still and out of the way. He looks at me, his dickthrobbing against my lower tummy. His lip twitches at the corner. “Is this allowed?”
“Shut up.” I lift my head to catch his lips.
“Do you want me inside you?” he asks, and I groan, exploring his mouth with my tongue, my temperature rising, my body throbbing with the music. “Do you want me to fuck you, Amelia?”
“Jude,” I whisper, aching for him, my internal walls pulsing. “Please.”
“I can’t fuck you.”
“Yes, you can.”
“But you said we need to take this slowly.”
“Jude!”
“Have you changed your mind?” Biting my bottom lip, he pulls away, and I growl my annoyance, making him smile. “Answer me.”
“I can’t resist you,” I admit, and he nods lazily. Understanding.
“I can’t resist you either, baby.” He lifts his hips, lines up, and pushes into me infuriatingly slowly, the friction and heat sending me wild and dizzy, my hand twitching in his hold above my head while my other claws at his back. Air hisses through his teeth, his jaw tight, sustaining the absolute rightness as well as enduring my punishment of his back. “Are you going to argue with that?” He strains the words, reaching the deepest depths of my pussy and holding still, allowing us both a moment to get a hold of ourselves.
“Never,” I cry out, my muscles out of control, clenching and releasing him, the pressure both unbearable and wonderful. “Oh God.”
His head drops, hanging heavy. “Fuck, baby, we feel out of this world.”
“Yeah,” I whisper, finding some patience and waiting for him to start moving. And when he does, I can’t describe the pleasure, his slippery flesh sliding easily through me as he withdraws and hovers briefly before advancing again, steadily and accurately. I groan and close my eyes, flexing into his hips each time he rolls into me, my falling heart pounding with something more than the strain of sustaining him making love to me.
“Open your eyes, Amelia,” he orders hoarsely, nodding when I do. He scans my face, every inch of the ecstasy coating it. “This is my favourite view.”
It’s mine too, his hair in disarray, damp, and falling into his eyes, his green gaze alive but heavy, his rough jaw pulsing from the effort of holding himself together. I release my nails from his back and slide my hand onto his upper arm, feeling his muscles flexing with his pumping hips.
“For years I’ve had to think about every breath I take, Amelia,” he whispers, dropping a light kiss on the corner of my mouth, not wavering in his delicate pace, keeping me in a constant state of euphoria. “You’re all the air I need.” He brushes his lips over mine, and I melt under his soft words and handling of me. My tongue leaves my mouth and finds his, and they dance, rolling delicately, each swirl pushing me higher. I don’t know how he’s maintaining his rhythm, how he’s keeping his torso raised.
I love you!
“Jude,” I mumble into his mouth, my toes curling as I hook my legs around his waist and cling on.
“Is it coming?”
“Yes.” Urgency is coming too, my release tinkering just out of reach, needing a few more strokes to get me there.
“I’ve got you.” He’s so calm, but his hips move faster. “Wait for me.”
“I can’t.” I shake my head, making his lips slide onto my cheek. He bites down gently, panting harshly, his hold around my wrist getting tighter.
