Page 45 of Can't Get Over You
“I had a lot of fantasies about those tits.” He seemed surprised he’d said it out loud, and he glanced up with a worried expression.
She’d love to reassure him that he hadn’t overstepped, but sensation burst in her chest, and it was sending a shower of sparks through her body, so she had no control over her facial features. It was like being caught mid-orgasm. “Well, believe me, I had fantasies about you touching them.”
Fire burned in his eyes. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” The word came out shaky, thin as gauze. “I didn’t know much about sex back then. I only knew I had this weird feeling, you know…between my legs.”
“But you didn’t know how to relieve it?” Even though he didn’t move, he felt closer, like he was taking up all the space around her.
And she loved it. “Not back then, no.” She wanted more. She wanted his weight on her body, his silky hair on her skin.
“You’re killing me. You know that, right? It’s been twelve years, and you still make me so hard I could pound you into next week.”
“Aw, Jude,” she whispered. “That’s so romantic.”
Shifting closer, he cracked a smile. His gaze drifted to her mouth, and when he ran a thumb over her bottom lip, his forearm brushed her nipples.
Goose bumps exploded on her skin.
“We don’t make sense.” His voice came out rough and raw, heavy with need.
It was so hot. “I know.”
“You’re so beautiful, Fee. I don’t know what you ever saw in me.”
“I saw a loyal friend. A smart student. I felt safe around you. Seen. I thought you were the sexiest man in the entire world.” She let out a shaky breath. “I still do.”
His expression hardened with need. “Fuck it.” His mouth closed over hers, and the boy she’d once loved with all her heart kissed her. Only it was nothing like she’d imagined. It wasn’t sweet, and he didn’t take his time. There was nothing romantic about it at all.
It was fierce. Pure, unleashed hunger. As he took possession of her mouth, his hand clamped the back of her neck, holding her in place.
He kissed her like the world was on fire, and he needed to get as much of her as he could.
This man was starving for her.
No one had ever wanted her like this. The backs of his fingers skimmed down her neck and swept across her collarbone. He cupped her breast, closing his warm hand around it, and he groaned.
Pleasure flooded her. The way he devoured her mouth stirred up a frenzy of desire. And just when she reached for him, her hands clasping behind his neck, he tore his mouth off hers and pushed her away.
Her arms fell gracelessly to her sides.
His eyes narrowed, his lips still shiny from their kiss. “You’re my kryptonite, Fee. I can’t help myself around you.” He stood. “But you ran from your wedding seven hours ago, and I’ve got Marco’s kid to deal with.” In five long strides, he was at the door. “This isn’t going to happen.” Without looking at her, he disappeared down the hallway.
Chapter Seven
Jude wokeup with a monster erection.
Which was crazy because he’d already jerked off twice during the night.
But he couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss, the sexy sounds she’d made, and the way she’d pressed herself against him. When she’d clasped her hands around his neck, trying to topple him over, he’d nearly lost it.
He’d wanted to yank up the T-shirt and press her tits together, lick the nipples, and suck them into his mouth. Wanted to feel them hardening into beads on his tongue. Wanted her squirming beneath him, grinding on his cock.
All night, he’d imagined flipping her over and hiking up her hips. He fucking loved Finlay’s ass. He wanted to get his hands on it, spread her cheeks, and slide his cock right into her juicy, hot core.
And yeah, he was a dirty son of a bitch for thinking about her like that. Her life had just blown up, and the last thing she needed was some creep fantasizing about her.
But he had no control over his dreams.
