Fool For You (Made for Love Book 4) (47 page)

When I see her flee from the room, a streak of red hair following in her wake, that’s all it takes. My cock is hard as shit, the promise of her body making my heart race and my dick throb. I’m right behind her, my hand reaching up to loosen my tie as I descend the stairs. I see her bra hanging from my office door, and it’s all I can do not to growl. I swing open the door, turning on the light in search of my hiding girl. It doesn’t take me long to discover that she’s not here, so I abandon the room and head for the next.

I flick on the light in my bedroom, and there she is. Her back is to me, and what I see has me frozen in my tracks. She’s covered in ink, and it’s stunningly beautiful. The piece extends from just above her ass, all the way up to the center of her back—stretching from her right side to her left side. It looks like part of a tree, the thin branches scattered and naturally wild. There are no leaves, but a few of the branches have little buds on the ends, as if promising that the tree is not dead.

Just above the branches, to the right of her spine, there are little birds flying toward her shoulder. I can’t take my eyes off of her. The woman I met in that art gallery—she wasn’t
this
woman.
This
woman is haunted, covered in tattoos that tell her story; and yet, there is an innocence about her that makes her undeniably endearing. My chest
aches
with longing, and my hands twitch at the chance to explore every inch of her delicate body.

“Jude?” she whispers, turning her head just enough for me to see the profile of her face.

The sound of her voice breaks me from my trance. I cross the room in thee long strides, shedding my jacket onto the floor before toeing my way out of my shoes. I kneel on the bed behind her, sliding my hands around her waist as I bend down to brush my lips across her inked-on birds in flight. I feel it when she sighs, and I slip my hands around to the smooth, soft skin on her stomach before easing them up and around her perky breasts. Her nipples harden in my palms and the rise and fall of her chest grows more labored.

“God, you’re beautiful, Teddy,” I mumble, my lips now at her shoulder. “Every part of you.” She tilts her head to the side as I taste my way up her neck, my patience stemming from my need to savor this moment. Everything I’ve done has been for
this
. Right here. Right now.

When I’ve kissed my way to her jaw, she turns her head, then shifts her body, seeking out my lips. I close my mouth around hers, and she kisses me tenderly, pushing herself up onto her knees as she wraps her arms around my neck. I pull her flush against me, burying one hand in her hair as I grip the back of her neck, my other cupping her ass.

She moans, her kiss growing more earnest as her hands slide over my shoulders and down my chest. Her fingers start to unfasten the buttons on my shirt, and I notice that she’s shaking. I sever our kiss, and she averts her eyes, looking down at her hands. I cover them with one of my own, tilting her chin up until she’s looking at me.

“You’re trembling.”

“I’m really nervous,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper, her cheeks rosy with a blush.

“I won’t hurt you, Teddy.”

She nods, her fingers gripping my shirt as she assures me, “I know—I know you won’t.”

“You’ll never know pleasure like the pleasure I will give to you, sweetheart,” I tell her, letting her go as I begin to help her undress me. “I will satisfy you in ways you never knew you could be—in ways you never knew you wanted.” I shrug out of my shirt, and she’s quick to push my tank up my chest and over my head.

“
Jude
,” she breathes, wrapping her arms around me once more, pressing her bare tits against my chest.

I free a grunt, her warm skin against mine making me even harder. I have to get the hell out of these pants. I have to be inside of her. I have to take her, claim her, fucking
own
her.

“Lay back, sweetheart.”

She does as I say, letting me go before stretching out across the bed. I stand once more, making quick work of my belt—my eyes captivated by hers as I drop my pants and then my briefs. My dick is nothing she hasn’t seen before, but her eyes grow wide and her lips part with a soft gasp as she peruses my naked body. Looking at her now, I’m reminded that she’s so pure—untouched and fucking gorgeous.

Her breath hitches in her throat when I settle myself between her legs, and a smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth. I press a single kiss to her lips before I move to whisper in her ear. “I’m going to ruin you,” I promise, reaching down to cup my hand around her panty-clad pussy. “No man will even come
close
to what I will give you.”

She whimpers, her hands finding their way into my hair. “I just want you. Only you, Judah.”

Her words make my chest swell, but I ignore it, focusing instead on my aching cock. I lower my head, my mouth seeking one of her nipples. When I close my lips around her, running my tongue over the hardened bud, she moans and arches her back, spurring me on. I nibble and suck until she’s panting, and then I show the same attention to her other breast.

Every sound she makes about kills me, but I stay in control of my urges and continue to take my time. I kiss my way down her stomach, stopping when I reach the waist of her sheer panties. I can
smell
her arousal, and it makes my mouth water. As I pull her panties down her legs, I bite at her milky skin all the way to her ankles. I then kiss her tatted thighs, spreading her legs before I’m where I want to be.

She’s trembling after a single swipe of my tongue up her slit. She tastes so damn good, and she’s so wet. I grow even more anxious to ram my dick so far up her cunt she can’t tell where I end and she begins. However, I know that I have to be gentle. I don’t want to scare her. Not tonight. Tonight, I will unravel her. I will ruin her, but I won’t break her—that will come later, when she’s ready; when she’s
begging
for it.

I thrust my tongue inside of her, and she frees a groan that all but eradicates my patience. I wrap my arms under and around her thighs, needing her closer, needing to taste every bit of her—desperate for her release.

“Teddy—I want you to come for me. Come all over my mouth, sweetheart.” I suck on her clit and she bucks her hips, making my dick jump. I flick my tongue in and out of her entrance, lapping up all she has to give. She curls her fingers in my hair, and I know she’s close. When I hum into her pussy, diving deeper into her core, she cries out as her insides flutter around me.

“
Judah—
oh, god,
yes.
”

As she trembles through the aftershock of her orgasm, I grab a condom, ripping it open before rolling it over myself. When I settle back between her legs, I rest my heavy dick between her folds. I glide back and forth, rubbing her clit as I lubricate myself with her arousal. Then, just before I ease my way inside of her, I pause.

I don’t know why—I just
do
.

As I stare into her light brown eyes, I see everything that she’s feeling. She’s nervous, excited, turned on, and…something else—something else I can’t quite make out. Whatever it is, it makes my chest tighten.

When I can stand it no longer, I start to ease my way into the heat of her center. She gasps, her eyebrows creasing together as she grips hold of my arms, holding on with a ferocity I didn’t know she had in her. A moan crawls its way out of me as I push in a little more and she whimpers in pain. She’s so goddamn tight, and it takes every bit of self-control I have left to stay calm. I want so badly to forge all the way in, but I don’t want to hurt her.

“Relax, sweetheart. You’re okay. I’ve got you,” I promise, leaning down to kiss her lips. “
Relax
.” I sweep my tongue through her mouth as I slide in a little further. She moves her hands up and around my neck, pulling me closer.

“Just do it—
please
—just push all the way in,” she pleads.

I don’t second guess her before I bury myself completely in her tight, hot, wet,
fucking perfect
cunt.

She cries out, spreading her legs wider, gripping me tighter. I search her face—needing to know that she’s okay—that she’s with me. The look she gives in return
guts
me. I can’t move, momentarily crippled by the knife I feel I’ve shoved into my own back. As I stare at her, my eyes focused on hers, I realize that I’m fucking
fucked!

She’s mine. She’s
been
mine—my shy girl. This is not news. But now, with our bodies locked together, with my dick finally
filling her
as mine—I can no longer hide from the truth. I can no longer deny the way that she makes me feel. I have become a fool, and
she
is my choice—my only choice
.

She
owns
me.

My body. My heart. It’s hers. I belong to this woman. As I ease my cock out of her and slide back in, I know that I will never know another cunt like hers. I know that I will never
want
another body like I want
hers
. I chased her, I pursued her, I
wooed
her for this moment—and this moment will never be enough. Even after I’ve had her every way imaginable, I know, unequivocally, that I will need more—more of Teddy. My Theodora. My sweetheart.

Fuck. I’m so fucking fucked!

“Teddy,” I groan, bringing my lips to hers as I continue to rock my hips slowly. “Teddy, you feel so good.”

She doesn’t respond with words. Instead, she cups her hands around my face and kisses me passionately. I return her affection, wishing only to deliver her the pleasure she yearns for. When she pulls away from me with a gasp, her eyes seeking mine, I can’t help the small smile that spreads across my face.

“You good, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” she breathes with a nod, her hands roaming over my chest. She squirms beneath me and I can tell her movements are unsure, her body asking for more. “I feel better—
Judah
—” She scrunches her brow, her mouth falling open in the perfect
O
, and she’s both incredibly adorable and unbearably sexy all at once. “You feel good, too. Oh, god—Jude!”

I dip down and close my mouth around hers, twisting our tongues together, savoring her every move, her every touch. I pull her lip between my teeth and suck, sliding my hand up her side and around her breast. She moans when I bite her, and I thrust into her a little harder. I’m aware of nothing but the feel of her body and the sound of her voice. I care nothing for the time or place in which we reside. I’m so lost in my woman, she’s all I see—she’s all I know.

When I feel my balls start to tighten, I know it’s time to make her come once more. I slide a hand down between us, pressing my thumb against her clit as I begin to rub her bud in slow circles. She’s still so fucking wet, and I claim the extent of her desire as the greatest motherfucking victory I’ve ever had.

“Jude—shit, I think I’m going to come again.” She arches her back off of the bed, her fingers in my hair tightening their grip as her breathing grows more rapid. “I can’t stop it, Judah—I can’t!”

“Let yourself go, Teddy,” I murmur, my lips pressed to her ear. I nibble on her lobe, increasing my pace, my dick ready for a release and desperate for hers. “Come all over my cock, sweetheart.
Come
,” I whisper.

“I’m coming—I’m
—Judah!
”

Her pussy clenches as her orgasm rocks her entire body. My own climax hits me hard, pleasure racing up my spine as a great sense of relief floods every inch of me. I roar, pumping in and out of her until I feel my dick start to go soft. As I begin to relax, I don’t pull out right away. I press my forehead against hers, enjoying the feel of her fingers at the nape of my neck. We’re both covered in a thin layer of sweat, and all I can think about is how much I want to do that again.

“Was—was that okay?” she stutters airily.

I pull away, just enough for her to be able to look into my eyes, and I shake my head at her, staring down at her in disbelief. I don’t remember the last time I took a woman so slow—and I swear to God, I’ve never wanted to take my time as much as I just did. I won’t for a single second deny that I’m still hungry for more—that I still have every intention of breaking my shy girl in the most blissful ways—but what we just shared…

“You’re amazing, Theodora. That was fucking incredible.”

My heart swells at his words, and when he brings his lips to mine, I’m so overwhelmed with love, I feel as though I might burst. He lingers, his kiss long and languorous, and I never want to let him go. I want to stay just like this, with him inside of me. It definitely stung at first, but now it feels right. It feels good. I feel
whole
and beautiful and desired.

When he finally pulls away from me, pulling out of me, I inadvertently tighten my grip around him. He chuckles, kissing my cheek before he extracts himself from my arms.

“I’ll be back, sweetheart. I’ve got to deal with the condom. Don’t move.” He climbs out of bed and I watch him go—his hard, sculpted,
tall
body making my stomach flutter. As soon as he’s out of sight, I look down at myself. I feel slightly awkward, lying in his bed, completely exposed. I know what we just did should wipe away any need for modesty at this point, but I can’t stifle the urge I feel to cover up.