Page 30 of Ruthless Protector

I wanted to forget, just for a little while.

Lifting my hands to his chest, I let out the breath I’d been holding. “I want a distraction.”

A muscle in his jaw jumped. “Woman, you’ve been a damned distraction since I laid eyes on you.”

My knees went a little weak at his admission. I wasn’t that girl, I’d never been that girl. What the hell was he doing to me? I ignored it and pushed on, pushed him. “What are you going to do about it?” I said, needing his mouth on me, needing an escape from those goddamn gentle, but now also hot, brown eyes.

His nostrils flared. “You’re shaking, freaked the hell out, you’re not…”

“Not thinking clearly?”

That muscle in his jaw jumped again.

The heat of his chest was warming my cool hands, the firm muscles twitched every so often. “You don’t know me. If you did, you’d know it takes a hell of a lot more than a broken window to freak me out.”

His expression darkened. “That’s supposed to make me feel better?”

“You said you’d give me whatever I wanted.” Now, I just sounded desperate.

He didn’t move, just stared at me, those eyes searching mine. They went soft again.

God, he felt sorry for me. My face heated and I tried to step back. “Forget it. Forget I said anything…”

“No.” His hands came up, fingers curling around my wrists, holding me against him. “Don’t do that, don’t shut down on me. Tell me, tell me what you want, Willa?”

“Not a damn thing.”

“Bullshit.” His gaze dropped to my mouth then slid back up. “You said you wanted a distraction. Tell me what it’ll take.”

He didn’t think I’d say it, that I’d chicken out, that I didn’t know my own mind. That his show of concern for my current mental state would have given me the out he thought I needed. Nothing could be farther from the truth.

“I want to kiss you,” I said, calling his bluff.

His eyes turned dark and stormy, the soft vanishing in an instant, replaced by the kind of heat that promised hours of sweaty, down and dirty fucking. My lower belly warmed, swirled.

“Then do it,” he said, surprising the hell out of me.

My hands were still on his chest and I pushed. I thought he’d hold his ground, refuse to be handled by a woman. He surprised me again, and stepped back without resistance, eyes locked on mine as I kept coming, until his back met the wall. He was insanely tall, the top of my head hitting somewhere in the middle of his chest, and since I was the one who was going to be doing the kissing, there was only one thing for it.

I scaled his massive body like a climbing wall, wrapping my legs around his hips and my arm around his wide shoulders. I thrusted my fingers into his hair, and brought my mouth down on his without missing a beat. I shuddered at the feel of his firm, warm lips, and the zaps of pleasure shooting down my spine.

His hands came up, so hard and fast, the slapping sound of his broad palms meeting my ass through my PJ shorts, rang out in the quiet room.

I moaned against his lips, and his mouth opened on a growl. I thrust my tongue inside, tangling with his, and tugged harder on his hair. His beard tickled my skin and I loved it. I kissed him like my life depended on it. Making out with him, like a teenager in the back of her boyfriend’s car. I couldn’t get enough of the big man who seemed to be at my mercy.

Every now and then, his broad fingers flexed, digging into my ass, as if he had no control over the action, like a contented jungle cat. I pulled back a little, teasing his firm lips with my tongue, nipping, sucking, then going back in deep and slow. I’d worked myself into a state, so turned on by this point, there was no holding back. He made a rough sound when I ground my hips against his. My pussy clenched and I whimpered when I felt how hard he was. I did it again, grinding on him, gasping at how good he felt. I could come like this, rubbing up against him.

“Fuck, you can kiss,” he said against my lips.

I circled my hips and a small cry escaped. “That’s not all I can do.”

His wide chest was pumping hard. “You want to come, baby?”

“God, yes.”

His fingers dug deeper into my ass cheeks a second before he started moving me, like I weighed nothing. His big body leaned against the wall, solid thighs braced apart, monster biceps bulging as he moved me up and down, grinding, rubbing my aching clit against the massive budge straining the zipper of his jeans like I was a rag doll.

I tugged harder on his hair, tearing my mouth from his, my lips going to his throat, nipping sucking, losing my shit completely. I didn’t care. I had no shame. I wanted this, every bit of it. One of Jude’s fingers went between my cheeks and pressed against my throbbing pussy through my shorts, giving me the pressure I needed. At his curse, I knew he could feel how wet I was.