Page 60 of Ruthless Protector

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he finally said, voice hoarse.

“Yeah,” I said, my own voice less than steady.

He sat up and my hand dropped away. He looked down at me. “That was… You’re fucking amazing.”

“You’re not too bad yourself,” I said, warmth unfurling in my belly at the sexy grin on his handsome face.

His hand moved to my stomach, then slid to my side, fingers curling around my waist. The hold felt possessive, tender, and suddenly, I found it hard to speak.

He gave me a little squeeze. “I need to take care of this.”

I nodded mutely as he got up and headed to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. I watched him walk away; it was impossible not to. His ass was as impressive as the rest of him, solid and muscled. I wanted to bite it, then roll him over and suck his beautiful cock.

How I could still be thinking about sex after that, I had no idea, but there were things I hadn’t gotten to do, that I desperately wanted to.

He walked back in, completely comfortable in his nakedness, which made sense since he was the most impressive male specimen I had ever seen. As much as I wanted to stay and take my fill of him, staying any longer could muddy things, make an already complicated situation even more so. So, I sat up and grabbed my shirt from the floor. I was about to slip it over my head when Jude pulled it from my fingers and tossed it across the room.

I spun around, looking up at him.

“We’ve got all night, right?”

Heat spiraled low in my belly. “I thought maybe I should…that you might want me to…”

He shook his head, eyes darkening. “You thought wrong. I’m not finished with you yet. That took the edge off; now, we can really have some fun.”

My gaze dropped, and his cock was hard again. I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. “I’m sure I could spare you a little more time.”

He grinned and it was sinister as fuck, and so damn hot.

“Jude…”

He lifted me up then tossed me back in the middle of the bed. “Time for round two, beautiful.”

14

Willa

I woke to dusky light coming through the curtains and a hot warm body wrapped around me. I glanced at the clock by the bed. 5:30 a.m. I’d have to leave soon, I needed to be home before Tilly came over from Fay’s to get ready for school.

I still had about an hour, though.

Jude and I had had sex twice more after that first time, both times just as mind-blowing. My muscles ached in the best way, and there was a steady pulse between my thighs. I wanted him again one more time before I left.

With everything going on, I couldn’t afford to risk another night with Jude, couldn’t risk letting him get too close. I had no idea how Trent would react. The last thing I wanted was to antagonize him when he was already so unpredictable.

I wasn’t stupid, I knew Jude was more than capable of dealing with my lowlife brother-in-law, but I couldn’t predict what Trent would do if that happened. I wouldn’t put Tilly at risk like that.

He was at his most dangerous when he was backed into a corner, and as it was, I had no proof of anything. It was his word against mine. All that telling Jude would achieve would be making Trent angrier. The creep wasn’t above using his own daughter to make me pay, to get his way. And not even Jude’s outrage could stop Trent if he decided to force his way back into Tilly’s life.

If I went after him without proof, or some concrete way to get him out of our lives for good, that’s exactly what he’d do, and he’d make our lives a living hell. His hate for me outweighed his love for his own daughter, and that made Tilly an obvious pawn. I needed a way to get him to back off. So we could disappear—for good this time. Somewhere he would never find us.

I looked back at Jude. I had the next hour to take what I wanted for myself, then I had to go back to my life, to Trent, to Stilettos, to protecting my niece.

Turning in his arms, I gave his broad shoulder a gentle push and he grumbled in his sleep and rolled to his back. I grinned. He looked like a giant hibernating beer. I pulled the sheet back and took in all that was Jude Wayland, locking it away in my memories.

I knew without doubt I would never meet another man like him. The kind of man, that in another life, if I was another woman, I would never have walked away from.

But I’d made a promise to Rebecca and I needed to get away from Trent. I couldn’t stay, even if I wanted to.