Kirk, leveling him with a look and deadpanning, “Get. Lost.”
“This isn't over, Jude,” he seethes.
I shake my head, like I would at a child who’s a disappointment to their parents. “For your sake, it better be. Don't come back here.”
Standing tall, arms crossed, feet planted wide, I watch as Kirk stalks off the porch and down the street to whatever hole he crawled out of.
Good fucking riddance.
That idiot never deserved Iris anyway. And now, I’m going to make her mine.
I pound my way up the stairs and I’m on a mission. I’m going to climb in that bed that should have been his and I’m going to kiss that woman he was too stupid to love and I’m going to fuck her until I chisel every last memory of that asshole out of her brain.
She’s going to be mine.
When I reach the top of the staircase, I see her. Standing there. At the end of the hallway. Completely naked.
I trip on the top step.
“Iris…” I croak. My voice sounds like there’s a bucket of gravel in my throat.
Moonlight coming in from the picture window creates a starlike glimmer off her womanly silhouette. I swear I can hear her heart pounding across the distance, or maybe that’s mine.
God, her whole body is perfect. Soft and curvy and perfect.
The woman makes her way toward me with tentative steps. Her breasts bounce gently, her hips hypnotize me with their sway. Pins and needles dance up and down my legs and I grip the wall for balance.
Iris places her delicate hands on my chest. I have to remind myself to breathe. “Jude, I…”
“What do you need, baby?” Right now, I’d do anything she asks.
Her stormy eyes lock on mine and it's like falling off a life raft, headfirst into an ocean of blue. “I’ve never had a man look at me the way you do,” she tells me with quiet, raw honesty. “And the way you touch me. The way you kiss me…I haven't felt beautiful in a really long time. You say that I am—”
“You are…” I step closer, our chests touching with her hands trapped in between. Protectiveness surges inside me and I want to hurt everybody who’s ever made this woman doubt herself.
“You say that I am, but I need you to show me.” She licks her lips nervously. “I need you to put your hands on me and show me, Jude.”
My hands fly out and grip her by the waist. My mouth finds hers as I rush her backwards. She tastes sweet and sinful at the same time. Kissing her is a crime I’ll never regret. Fuck all the reasons I let keep us apart. None of that matters. The only thing I care about is making this woman see the angel she is.
I push her against the window seat, my tongue plowing into her mouth to tangle with hers. My hands are in her hair, gripping her jaw, trailing her collarbone. I bend and drag the flat of my tongue up the center of her chest. Iris mewls when I take her hard pink nipple in my mouth. She cries out again when I give her other nipple equal attention.
With her ass propped up against the window, I slide my hand down her stomach. “Spread those sexy thighs for me, Petal.”
My touch moves lower, lower, lower and then her clit is a tight, pulsing knot beneath my fingertips.
“Oh god, Jude…” Her thighs clamp around my hand, halting me.
Immediately, I freeze. My eyes search her face. I see the hesitation there. “What is it, baby?” I flatten a palm on the cool glass of the window.
She’s flustered. I see a hint of her blush beneath the moonlight. “It’s just…I…It’s been a long time…”
I lean down and kiss her lips. “I know,” I say softly. “And I want to fix that. I want to make you feel good.” I give her another soft kiss. “But if you want me to stop, I will…”
Her eyes flicker across my face like it’s a book she’s reading. Finally, she reaches up and hooks an arm behind my neck. “Make me feel good, Jude…”
That’s all the encouragement I need. I kiss her hard and I’m rubbing her little bead. She’s so fucking wet on my fingers, pulsing and quaking with each stroke. “I’m gonna fill you up so good, Iris.” I’m groaning against her mouth. “I’m gonna make you come so hard.”
“Please, Jude. Please.” Her tongue slides into my mouth and dances.