Page 12 of I've Got You

“We can’t do this right now,” he whispers. “I want you but I want to know that this isn’t just some way to distract yourself from the nightmare. That you understand if I make love to you, I’m not giving you back. You’re mine. Forever. No take-backs.”

His breath whisps along my mouth and I groan. “Don’t say no. Say yes. I need you.”

“You need a distraction. What’s happening between us is more than that. This is something special.”

Whimpering, I reach my hand down and touch him where he’s tenting his boxer briefs. He groans and thrusts his hardness into my palm.

“Jesus, that feels good,” he hisses.

I palm his length and then yank his boxers down to pull him out. My eyes widen when I see he’s at least seven inches long and thick as my wrist. “Damn,” I whimper, my mouth watering to taste him.

But he pulls me off. “Not tonight. I can’t let you do that tonight. But I can help you feel good enough to go back to sleep.

He pulls away and then strips my bra and panties off. “You need to wear my shirt to bed. I want to know that you’re wrapped up in my protection. That you smell like me.”

“But for right now, I know just how to make you feel good.” He slides his big body down until he’s over my stomach. His mouth traces along the gentle rounding of my belly and then up until he wraps his full lips around my nipple, tugging softly.

“Oh my god,” I groan, feeling that little tug deep in my belly, pulsing as he lashes my taut peak. Then his teeth rake along the sensitive tip and I arch up into his body. My fingers tangle mindlessly in his hair, pulling at the soft strands.

“That’s it, baby girl. You can make it sting all you want. I like it.”

I growl and then he slips down my belly until he pushes his wide shoulders between my thighs. My legs fall open and he groans, sliding down until he’s poised over the spot that aches for him.

“Judd, holy shit!” I sigh.

He chuckles and it’s like an electric zap right along my lower lips. My clit throbs and I arch up into his mouth, pulling at his hair wildly.

Then his mouth dives in. No finesse. No build-up. Just a wild hunger that can’t be satiated by anything but this. Anything but his mouth on my pussy, licking, sucking, nipping. He drags my clit between his teeth and rakes along the sensitive little bundle of nerves until I’m screaming with need.

“Please, don’t stop, Judd.” Sweat drips down my belly as he probes and licks my juices up like a starving animal. He’s all teeth and tongue and I crave it so much. A twisting, pulling feeling starts to crest in my belly and I can feel my juices dripping down my leg. He licks down to find every last drop, unwilling to waste even one touch of my nectar.

Then he drives a thick finger into my swollen hole and rakes his teeth along my clit again and all hell breaks loose. My body stiffens and then unwinds in a long wash of pleasure that drags and drowns me.

“Yes, yes, yes! Oh god, yes!” I scream, my throat hurting from the rasping screams pouring from it.

I fall to the bed, my eyes closed and my chest heaving like a bellows.

Judd leans over me and kisses my nose. “Let me get you a shirt to wear and clean you up, baby girl. You need to try and get more sleep.”

My hand darts out and my eyes open, pleading. “Stay with me.”

“Always, Missy. I promise you. I’m not going anywhere. But I do need to get you taken care of.”

I nod my head and then my eyes close, a smile curling my lips. My body hums with the last remnants of my pleasure and I feel sleep sucking me under again. This time my dreams are of a wild man who makes love to me by night and takes care of me by day.

A helluva lot better than the nightmare.

Judd leans over me and I feel him washing my thighs off and slipping the shirt over my head right before he climbs in, spooning behind me. He kisses my cheek.

“I’ve got you, baby girl. Sleep tight.”

JUDD

The next morning, I slip out of bed before Missy wakes up. I don’t want to. The sight of her ivory skin bathed in the early morning light, her lashes lying dark along her skin is a sight to behold. I don’t ever want to lose sight of her again.

It’s damn weird how much I feel like I know this woman. Have felt it since we met.

But I also know that she’s going to be embarrassed when she wakes and I don’t want to put her through that. At least not right now. I still feel like I’m walking a tightrope with her. She’s so skittish with relationships and yet would happily chase after a crazy man to save someone else or get a story.

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