Say It's Forever (Redemption Hills #2)(53)

Licking and sucking and eating me up the way he’d kissed me this week.

It wasn’t even in the realm of soft or sweet.

It was an annihilation.

Complete obliteration.

His tongue whipped me into a frenzy.

My hips bucked and my fingers yanked. “Jud. Yes. God. I need you.”

“You have me, darlin’. Know what you need.” The words vibrated. Shivers raced. He lifted my ass from the floor, and he shifted course and kissed down the backs of my thighs, over my bottom, and licked into my cleft.

A moan ripped from my mouth. “Jud.” He chuckled a low sound, and I wiggled in his massive hold. “Please.”

The air shifted when those eyes met mine, the intensity something bigger than I could fathom. “Told you, I have you, Salem. I have you.”

Then he was slowly setting my bottom back on the floor, and he reached up and pressed two big fingers into my mouth.

I sucked and moaned around them.

“Good girl.”

I all out shook when he pulled them away, the man never looking away as he pushed them deep into my center.

A gasp wheezed out.

His fingers were almost more than I could take. There was no question then—this man was going to ruin me. Still, I begged, “Please.”

He started to drive them, fucking them in and out. He dipped down and sucked my clit, pulled it between his teeth, but he was lapping and stroking and swirling his tongue.

It took all of a minute, and I split.

Broke apart in his beautiful, menacing hands.

That energy raced, rushed my flesh in a landslide of bliss.

A flashfire.

Combustion.

A charge that shot me to an unknown place. Where I couldn’t see. Where I couldn’t think. Where it was only me and this contradiction of a man.

A man I wanted, yet some piece of me warned I should fear.

But I didn’t.

I succumbed. I gave. I let pleasure win out.

He led me through, his fingers slowing as the orgasm rippled and shivered and gusted through my body.

Wave after wave.

Rapture.

Revelry.

I was sure I’d never felt so good as right then.

He nuzzled his nose into my belly as I slowly came down.

But neither of us touched the ground.

We hovered there, our gazes tangled before Jud curled his hand around the back of my neck and jerked me to the demand of his kiss.

His tongue power.

His mouth truth.

He kissed me until lightheadedness swept over me again.

Until I couldn’t breathe, and my fingers were in his hair, his beard, burrowing into his shoulders and raking down his thick, muscled back.

Our chests were mashed together as our teeth and spirits clanged.

Desperate for this connection.

The energy whipped.

A tornado that swept up everything in its path.

My nails scraped down his chest.

Lower.

Desperate.

More.

His muscles flexed and bowed. “Careful, darlin’.”

“I’m pretty sure I left careful with my car the night I climbed onto the back of your bike.”

A wicked chuckle rumbled deep in his throat. I lapped it, like my tongue could gather the taste of it. I kissed down his pecs and his abdomen as I struggled with his belt.

Jud grunted, and those big hands found the sides of my face. “Salem.”

“Let me touch you.” It wheezed from my frantic lips, lips that kissed lower as I finally got the buckle free and jerked at the button and zipper.

My hands slipped to his cut waist, and that need was spiraling through me like compulsion.

Necessity.

“I see it, too, Jud, when I look at you. Beauty. The definition of it.” At his flesh, I rumbled the same confession he’d given me as I frantically pushed at his pants. “It hurts to look at you, I want you so bad.”

He pushed up high on his knees. “Fuck, darlin’, what are you trying to do to me?”

“A little of what you’ve been doing to me.”

I finally got his pants down his massive thighs and shoved his underwear down, too, and…whoa…

A shudder ripped through my being.

Jud chuckled again, and he reached out and traced his thumb over my bottom lip since my mouth was hanging open. “You see what you do to me now, Salem? You think it’s you who’s been lying in want? Been dyin’ to get lost in you.”

The man was giant. Thick and long and fat. Hot and hard and dripping at the tip.

He also wasn’t shy. “Let’s see what that hot little mouth can do, yeah?”

A fever ignited in my core, and every part of me clenched in want. A moan got free as I braced my hands on his hips and stretched my mouth around him.

I took in as much as I could as I moved to grip him at the base.

Jud bucked deeper. “Yes, darlin’. Just like that.”

I sucked him. Licked him.

He tightened both hands in my hair, and the man began to guide me in a hard, desperate rhythm.

He arched and groaned.

That feeling was in the air.

Shimmering.

Stirring.

“Salem.”

A rush of energy captured me, and I relaxed my mouth, let him take me as he wanted me.

His hips jutted, then he was roaring a deep, guttural, “Fuck.”