Page 90 of Ruthless Protector

He started moving harder, faster. “How does that make you feel, baby?”

“So good, Jude. So damn good.”

“What else?” he gritted out, slamming into me little harder.

I moaned. “Safe.”

He was up on his hands, hovering over me, those tender brown eyes I couldn’t get enough of, so hot, I felt scalded from them. “What else, Willa?”

“Special,” I cried. “You make me feel special.”

His mouth slammed down on mine, and his big body started rolling and grinding into me like he couldn’t get enough of me, like he couldn’t get deep enough. Like he wanted to crawl inside me.

When he lifted his head again, when I had those eyes back on me, I knew he felt the same way I did. His gaze never left mine as we moved against each other. Whatever I saw there, it called to me. Like he was reaching for something deep inside me—and God help me, I wanted to reach back.

That’s when I started coming, so hard and intense, I sobbed and clawed at his back, unable to look away from him.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he said, taking me where I needed to go, even though it terrified me. “I’ve got you,” he repeated.

I could do nothing but cling to him, letting him ground me, letting him take me to places I never knew existed. Helpless, but trusting he wouldn’t let me fall.

Jude would have never let me fall.

He dropped down, his mouth going to my ear. “Beautiful,” he rasped a moment before he started coming, hot and hard, earth-shattering pulses of his cock deep inside me, while I struggled for breath.

I kept my arms around him as his big body shook, muscles twitching, his breath exploding against my sweat damped skin. His hips surged forward once, twice more, like he had no control over the action. And another great shudder moved through him before he collapsed on top of me.

I blinked up at the ceiling, trying to comprehend what just happened.

Jude said my name, his voice deep, gritty, the timber of it, soul-shaking. A benediction. He was right there with me, as lost in me as I was in him. He rolled, taking me with him, dragging me over his body, arranging me the way he wanted me, half-draped over him, one leg down along his and the other bent at the knee, resting on his abs.

He rubbed my back, and I could feel his hand shaking. “I didn’t use a condom. I don’t know how…” His hand stilled. “I’m sorry, Willa…”

“I’m on the pill,” I said quickly to stop his worry. “And I’m clean.”

His hand started rubbing circles on my back again. “I’ve never had sex without a rubber.”

“It’s fine, Jude,” I said against his chest, breathing in his familiar scent. “We got carried away, that’s all.”

“Is that what we did?” he asked, the fingers on his other hand, that were resting on my thigh, tightening. “Is that what just happened between us?”

He wasn’t going to let things go. Not what happened on top of that building, and not what happened in this bed. I couldn’t go there with him.

I forced a laugh, and it came out just as fake. “If you don’t know…”

“Stop it,” he said, the words cutting though the heavy atmosphere like a blade.

I froze against his side, my heart punching against the back of my ribs.

“I want the real Willa, not the bullshit front you give people, not the attitude or the snark or the jokes you hide behind. Not anymore, not fucking now, not with me.”

I tried to pull away, because this was getting too damn real. I knew I loved him. I also knew there was no way we could be together. And not just because I had to leave.

He held me to him, not letting me retreat. “Do you trust me?” he asked.

There was so much in his voice, but the hope came through the loudest.

I did, I trusted him more than I’d ever trusted another human being. I couldn’t tell him that, though, not if I wanted to stall this…whatever it was that was happening. It would only make it harder to leave than it already was.