Behind His Lens(40)

I’m playing with fire and I want to be burned.

A ragged moan breaks through him. “No bra, Charley?”

I bite my lip and look up into his eyes with feigned innocence. “It wouldn’t have worked with the dress.”

His finger trails over my nipple and I bite down harder, needing a release.

“When you were getting dressed earlier did you think about me touching you like this?” I close my eyes as his hand slides under the lace material and cups my bare breast. Holy f*ck. My back arches instinctively, filling his hand with my aching chest. He growls into my ear as he kneads my overly sensitive flesh slowly and seductively. Desire ricochets through me as the world begins to fade. There’s only touch, Jude’s touch, arousing my every cell.

Suddenly, his fingers find my nipple and he tweaks, hard. My eyes flick open and I cry out with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Answer me, Charley,” he demands huskily.

His sensuality is intoxicating, leaving me a heap of tingling nerves, but I manage to muster a small yes.

CHAPTER TEN

Jude

The lights illuminate her skin as if she’s some erotic fantasy brought to life before me. She’s arches into me like a flower straining toward the sun and I can’t help myself. She wants me, her entire body screams it. Her nipples harden into tight buds beneath my touch. Her mouth gapes open as her head tilts back onto my chest. The way her hips press against my dick makes me want to take her right here, but I can’t. This can’t go that far, and I have to be the one to make sure of it.

But when she pushes her ass against my erection, the move threatens to undo me. I twist her around, push her against me, and capture her cherry-red lips roughly. I’ve wanted to kiss her since the photo shoot, and now that her mouth is connected with mine, I know I’ll never get my fill. Her tongue sweeps across my bottom lip, capturing my soul and gripping it in her delicate hands. A hard, carnal growl moves through my throat and she pushes her body flush against mine. My hands slip through her soft curls, holding her neck and tugging her closer as I deepen the kiss.

Our hearts beats wildly, pressed together and pounding against one another. I’m trying to control my reaction to her but it’s hopeless. I’m leading the kiss, controlling her and possessing her mouth, but when she shudders against me, every thought slips from my mind. Our bodies move on their own accord. She wraps her hands through my hair and pulls hard, showing me what she wants. She needs a release as badly as I do, but she’s scared to tell me, scared to do something so scandalous in a club full of people, even if those people are drunk and consumed in their own dancing.


A dangerous thought spurs me forward. She might be threatening every facet of my old life, but pleasuring a woman is something the last few years have taught me well and I intend on showing her exactly how adept I am.

Charley

His tongue drags along my lips, begging for entrance, and the moment I let him, my world flips upside down. Heat floods my body and I can’t keep the moans from escaping my mouth as our tongues collide. Holy hell. His kiss seizes my mind, and when his hand drifts down the front of my dress, I almost cry out in anticipation. We’re molded so close together that no one could even see his hand tugging the bottom of my dress up. I’ve never done anything like this. I’ve never even wanted to, but I’d rather die than have him stop now. I don’t care if light suddenly floods the club and everyone’s attention turns toward us; I’d still let him consume me because that’s what Jude does to me. He makes me feel. He pushes thoughts and reason away and gives me only things with which I can experience with my five senses. Smelling his erotic aroma of lust and cologne. Hearing his moans rock through his body, telling me just how turned on I’m making him. Seeing the fierce desire clouding his handsome features. Tasting his minty breath as our mouths collide. But most of all touching and feeling. Feeling his hand slip down the front of my dress and slide up the inside of my thigh.

He spins small circles on the sensitive flesh just below my thong and my mind goes black. I can’t process anything except the tingles of pleasure radiating from his touch. He hasn’t felt my wet thong, yet I’m about to come undone.

Goose bumps bloom across my skin as he leans close to my ear, “Open your legs for me, Charley.”

I tuck my head under his chin as my feet spread, ever so slightly, but enough for his hand to slide upward, so luxuriously slow that I think I might go insane. I’m breathing raggedly, trying to concentrate on slowing my heart. But then his fingers find my thong and I gasp as my body spasms instinctively.