A Date for the Fair A Date for the Fair (The Dating #8) - L.P. Dover Page 0,20

arms around his waist.

“You look sexy cleaning those dishes. You’d look even sexier if you were naked.”

Jude chuckles. “That can be arranged.”

Lifting up on my tip toes, I nip his ear lobe. “How about now?” I unbutton his jeans and slide my hand down to massage him.

He groans deep in his chest. “Fuck that feels good.”

His length grows with my touch and it makes me tremble with anticipation. It’s been so long since I’ve felt the desire to be with someone. I’m dying to feel him inside of me. Jude turns around and his eyes widen as he takes me in. He slides his hands down over my arms, grazing his thumbs over my taut nipples.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to see you like this.” He bites his lip and presses his hardness against me. “I want you so fucking bad right now.”

I cup his cheek and smile. “Then take me. It’s what we both want.”

Picking me up in his arms, he carries me down the hall to his bedroom. The muscles in his arms flex as he holds me and it’s so damn sexy. When we get to his room, he lays me on the bed, and I sink into the mattress, watching as he takes off his shirt. I want to run my fingers over his skin and trace every inch of him with my tongue. I’ve never wanted someone so much like I do now.

As he covers me with his body, I moan; he rubs his arousal against me. His hand slides down the top of my dress, cupping my swollen breast. He groans and massages it, pinching my nipple between his fingers. I arch off the bed and cry out.

“Does that feel good?” he asks, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth.

I nod. “I want more, but we can’t do that with your clothes on.”

Groaning, he thrusts himself against me and slides the top of my dress down. The second he closes his warm lips over my breast, I suck in a ragged breath. I wrap my fingers in his hair and pull as he ravishes my body with his tongue, sucking and biting both nipples, one after the other.

“You taste so fucking good,” he growls.

Impatiently, he grabs my dress and rips it off my body, throwing it and my thong across the floor. There’s a fire in his eyes that makes me tremble. I love it. Sliding off the bed, he rakes his gaze up and down my body as he takes off the rest of his clothes. He watches me squirm, and in return, he strokes himself, torturing me in the process; I want to touch him. Climbing back on the bed, he crawls up my body, spreading my legs with his knee. My whole body shakes in anticipation.

As soon as he gets closer, I wrap my fingers around his cock, massaging his length. He sucks in a breath and groans, his heated gaze on mine the entire time. “You’re killing me, Laura. I won’t last if you keep doing that.”

“How long has it been?”

He kisses me hard. “Way too fucking long.” Grabbing my wrist, he pulls my hand away and holds it above my head. “It’s my turn now.”

With his free hand, he traces a finger over my breasts and down my stomach. My clit throbs, and I knew that the second he showed it some attention, I’d be pushed over the edge. He slides a finger inside me, and I gasp. When he pushes another finger in, I scream in ecstasy as everything explodes from the inside out.

“You’re so wet. How long’s it been for you?”

My eyes roll back into my head and I squeeze his hand. “You have no idea.”

He pulls his fingers out and puts them in his mouth, moaning with his eyes closed. When he opens them, all I can see is raw, primal need. Reaching over, he opens one of his dresser drawers and pulls out a condom, keeping his eyes on mine as he puts it on. Clasping his face in my hands, I lean up and kiss him as he positions himself between my legs. He pushes in just a bit, and I stiffen with the pleasure and pain. It’s seriously been so long.

“Are you okay?” he asks, concern etched across his face.

I nod and hold him tighter. “It’s just been a while. I promise I’m fine.”

Closing his lips over mine, he kisses me gently as he slides the rest of the way