Page 67 of Taking the Pitch
“Are you coming in?” I ask.
“Only if you want me to, Shortcake. I’m not going to push you into something you’re not ready for.”
That right there means more to me than he’ll ever know.
Walking to him, I hold out my hand. When he takes it, I tug him in and close the door.
Judd pulls me to his chest, caressing my cheek with one hand while his other sits dangerously low at the small of my back. He rests his forehead against mine, giving us a moment to just breathe each other in. “We’ll go at whatever pace you want, Shortcake. Just say the word and we’ll stop. Okay?”
His lips crash to mine as soon as I nod. His hands run down the length of my back and over the swell of my ass. When he reaches the backs of my thighs, he lifts me effortlessly without breaking our kiss, pinning me against the door. I wrap my legs around him tightly, loving the way his body feels between mine.
We hear a whine and break the kiss, turning to Bruno, who’s watching us from his bed.
“We should probably go to the bedroom, or he’s just going to keep interrupting us.”
Judd nods, and I expect him to set me down. Instead, he carries me through my apartment and into my room, closing the door with his foot and pinning me against this door.
“Why are we standing when there’s a perfectly good bed over there?” I ask with a laugh.
“Oh, don’t worry, pretty girl, I’m going to fuck you there too. Now, take your sweater off so I can see those pretty tits.”
Heat shoots to my core at his words and I do as he says, tossing the sweater to the floor.
He groans at the sight of my black lace bra. “Did you wear that for me?” he asks, tracing his tongue over the top of one of the cups. I lean my head back against the door, pushing my breasts out more. “Mmm, you like that, don’t you? What about this?”
Judd sucks a nipple into his mouth through the lace, making my hips buck. “Yes, more, more of that,” I beg, tightening my legs around him, pulling the huge bulge in his jeans to my center.
“More of what? More of this?” he asks again, licking a trail to my other breast and sucking the other nipple into his mouth.
“Yes,” I hiss, arching my back and tugging at the hair at the back of his head.
He releases a hand from my legs and reaches up, pinching my other nipple while still sucking the other one, making me cry out.
“God Mills, you’re so responsive. I bet you’re soaked down there, aren’t you, baby?” he croons.
I nod my head and whimper, relishing in the sensations his hand and tongue have brought to my body.
“Show me.”
I freeze and open my eyes to stare at his dilated ones.
He gives me a wicked smile and sets me onto my unsteady feet. Kneeling down, he unzips one boot. Slowly tracing a finger along my leg as he goes, sending chills through my body before repeating the action with the other one.
After helping me step out of them, he sits back on his haunches and looks up at me. “Show me that pretty pussy, Amelia.”
Holy. Fuck.
I’ve never been talked to like this during sex. Have I written about it? Yeah. But I have never experienced it. I’ve been missing out, because his words alone could probably make me come. I’m so turned on.
“Amelia, if I have to ask again, I’ll have to punish you for making me wait.”
I rub my thighs together, trying to ease the ache that’s formed there. If I wasn’t so desperate for release, I’d be tempted to find out what his punishment is. Instead, I hook my thumb into the tops of my leggings and shove them down and pull them off my feet, kicking them away. All that’s left is matching black lace bikini cut underwear.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, ghosting both hands up my calves and over the backs of my thighs. He stops just below where my ass begins and traces a path back and forth with his thumbs. “Are you achy baby? Do you need a release?”
I look into his eyes and nod, reaching up to cup both my breasts.
“Use your words, Amelia. I won’t touch you unless youtellme what you want.”
