Page 48 of Riding Hard

I snort, leaning forward to brush my lips across hers. “You’re mine, Juliette. No man touches you but me. I won’t let him.”

“I should leave, protect you and Cade. I should go somewhere where he won’t come after you.”

No more talking. I don’t think I could handle another heartfelt anything, now or maybe even ever. Flowery words are just not for me.

Pressing my lips against hers, I slip my tongue inside her, tasting her as I continue to tug her shorts down her legs. I already know that her panties won’t be a problem since they’re in my jeans pocket.

She kicks her shorts off, then spreads her legs for me, and my hips nestle between her thighs. I wish I had my jeans around my ankles right about now. Juliette lifts her hips, whimpering as her pussy grinds against my jean-covered cock. I can confidently say, I think this is my first dry-hump moment.

Breaking the kiss, I nibble on her bottom lip as I lift my head slightly and look into her eyes. “Jules,” I begin. “He won’t touch you.”

Her entire body trembles beneath mine. Slipping my fingers between her legs, I glide them through her folds, then dip two inside her. I make a come-hither motion, and she whimpers, throwing her head back, her eyes closed, before she lifts her hips.

“You feel so good. No way in fuck am I going to let some little asshole get between me and this—between me and you.”

Her eyes open slowly, meeting mine instantly. “It’s a lot to take on,” she whispers, and I know she’s climbing toward her release. I know because she made those same noises not too long ago outside.

We’ve only been together a few times, but I’m starting to recognize her noises and what they mean. I know she’s close. She’s right there on the edge, getting ready to fall over, but I don’t want her to, not yet.

“Juliette,” I growl before I lift my head.

Looking into her eyes, I smile down at her, my fingers never stopping their movements. I watch as her own eyes slide closed and her lips part. She lets out a moan, and I swear to fuck it goes straight to my dick.

“It’s not too much to take on,” I state. “I got this, Jules. I fucking got you.”

I pull my hand away from her. She whimpers before I feel her reach between us and unzip my jeans. She pushes them down as far as she can. I do the same, my cock hard and ready for her. I can’t wait to get my clothes off. I can’t wait another second.

I need her. I need this woman.

My woman.

And I need her now.

CHAPTER

FORTY

LOOT

“I meant to take my time once we got into this room,” I say as I pull her body against mine.

I feel her hand rest against the center of my chest. She tilts her head back, her eyes finding mine. We’re both naked, our bodies pressed against one another. I know I should have taken my time, but with her, that seems to be a second thought… the first being that I need to be inside her as soon as humanly possible.

Dipping my chin down slightly, I look into her eyes, my lips curving up with a smile. I can’t believe that any woman feels this good. I didn’t think it was possible. Sure, sex is always good, even bad sex, but this is different.

Maybe it’s because it’s this woman, though.

Fuck me, but Juliette is absolutely amazing.

The feel of her, the taste, the way she makes me feel. I haven’t even done half the shit I usually do when I fuck a woman, not even the positions I typically do, and I’m completely satisfied. I could fuck her missionary for the rest of my life and be happy. I mean, that won’t be happening, but I could.

“I don’t know,” she murmurs. “I liked what we did. What we do.”

I laugh softly, gliding my hand up the center of her back. Tangling my fingers in her hair, I tug her head back slightly, just enough so that I can flick my gaze down and look at her entire face. She’s beautiful. Those blue eyes fucking own me.

“I liked what we did, too, Jules. A hell of a lot.”

“I’m glad you want to do more of it.”