Fool For You (Made for Love Book 4) (56 page)

My eyes slowly continue their ascent up his chiseled chest, and I smile when my gaze finally reaches his. He’s looking right at me—those gorgeous grey eyes awakening the butterflies in my stomach.

“Hi,” I say in a soft greeting.

“Good morning.”

He doesn’t say anything else, but continues to stare at me. It makes me feel uneasy, as I can’t for the life of me figure out what he could be thinking—my mysterious man—so I shift once more, sitting up beside him. I clutch the sheet to my chest, tucking it under my arms before I run my fingers through my hair. I’m sure I look crazy, my waves a burning rat’s nest on top of my head. We took a shower last night between round two and round three, our final round in bed before sleep overtook us both. My hair was still damp when I drifted off. I should have braided it, but I was distracted. Now I don’t know if he’s looking at me because I’m a mess, or because the morning has brought with it a new sense of clarity in regards to what I said last night.

“Stop fidgeting,” he demands.

I drop my hands into my lap immediately, my cheeks warming in a blush.

All right. Guess he’s not so worried about my hair, then
.

I debate whether or not I should bring it up; but when he doesn’t follow up his command with any attempt at conversation, I make up my mind to speak.

“Jude, maybe we should talk about what I—”

I’m interrupted when he reaches over and yanks down the sheet, exposing my naked torso. My jaw falls open as I look down at myself and then gape at him in surprised confusion.

“I couldn’t hear you with the sheet up like that,” he mutters, pointing at my breasts. “What were you saying?”

I cough out an embarrassed laugh, shaking my head at him as I try to continue. “Um—just that, well, maybe we should talk about what I said last night.”

“And what would be the point of that?” he asks with a little shrug.

I lower my gaze to my hands, still in my lap, trying to decipher his question. Before I can gather my thoughts, he speaks again.

“Did you mean it?”

My head snaps up in an instant, my eyes searching for his. “Of course! Of course, I did,” I insist, my heart rate picking up speed. Suddenly, I’m full of fear—afraid that maybe I was wrong. Maybe my confession meant nothing to him—how could it if he didn’t believe it to be true?

“Come ‘ere,” he grumbles, setting aside his tablet.

I crawl toward him and he guides me into his lap, my legs bent on either side of him. Even with the sheet between us, I can feel it as my core heats up, his proximity stirring my longing. He circles his arms around me lazily, and I rest my hands on his bare shoulders. Being near him helps settle my nerves, but I still don’t know what to expect from him just now.

“Say it,” he insists.

I pause for only as long as it takes me to figure out what he’s asking of me.

“I love you,” I whisper, my eyes locked with his.

“Again.”

I lean toward him, pressing my chest against his as I repeat, “I love you.”

He crosses the short gap between us, closing his mouth around mine. His hold around me tightens, and when he glides his tongue between my lips, I feel myself growing more aroused. He kisses me possessively—tasting of coffee—and my heart beats faster once more. He bites my lip before he pulls away, resting his forehead against mine.

“
Again
,” he grunts.

“
Judah
,” I whimper, squeezing my knees into his sides as I grip him tighter still, my whole body wishing to speak on my behalf. “I’m so in love with you.”

“Tell me again tomorrow,” he murmurs.

I pull away, just enough to be able to look into his eyes. He returns my stare, and suddenly it clicks.

…
love is a choice. It’s a choice that someone has to make over and over, every day
—those were his words. The first night he brought me here, that’s what he told me.

Now, he’s asking for me to tell him that I’ll still choose him tomorrow, like I chose him yesterday. He still believes that my heart has given me a say in the matter. It didn’t. It didn’t—and I’ll prove it. Every day. Every single day!

“I will,” I say, finally answering him.

He captures my mouth in another fierce kiss, and I moan when I feel his erection beneath me. My center throbs as my breathing grows shallow, and I won’t deny that I want him. I belong to him, and when his body speaks as it is speaking now, my deepest desire is to please him. I can’t help it—
this
is love.

He pulls the sheet from between us, and the warmth of his skin felt between my legs spurs me on. I rock my hips, my way of telling him that I’m his, and he grabs hold of my waist with both of his hands. When he lifts me up in the air so that I’m hovering over his lap, I gasp, gripping hold of his shoulders.

“Put it in.”

“What?” I breathe.

“Slide my dick into that sweet cunt, Teddy.”

“But—I—I—” I shake my head at him. “I don’t know how to be on top.”

He smirks at me before he says, “You’re a smart woman, sweetheart. I’m sure you can figure it out. Now—take my dick.”

I do as he says, only I don’t feel nearly as confident as I wish I did. My breath hitches in my throat as I sink down over him, and he groans, biting on his lower lip. When I’m fully seated, I pause a moment—needing to adjust to this new position. With my weight baring down on him, I feel like he’s deeper than he’s ever been before. Suddenly, all I want is to make him come inside of me.

Hesitantly, I begin to rock my hips back and forth against his. It feels good, so I don’t stop. When he grazes his hands up my sides before palming my breasts, my need sparks my confidence. I grind against him harder, a moan spilling from my lips as he grunts, squeezing his hands around me.

“Jude—” I sigh, my fingers roaming over his shoulders, up his neck, down his arms—I want to touch him everywhere. I want him to
feel
how much I need him.

When he pinches my nipples between his fingers, I throw my head back, dragging in a ragged breath. He pinches me again before he barks, “Eyes on me, Teddy.”

I obey in an instant—locking my gaze with his. The lust in his hooded eyes is my undoing. All at once, none of what I’m doing is enough.

“More—Judah,” I beg, wishing I knew how to take all that I want, like he does. “I need
more
.”

He offers me a curt nod before planting his palms on either side of us. I suck in a startled breath as he lifts his hips off the bed. I grab the back of his neck and hold on while he shifts to stretch out beneath me. When he lays down on his back, I prop myself up with my hands against his chest, and he grins at me—his fingers digging into my ass.

“Ride me like you mean it, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” I whisper, nodding at him before I begin rocking my hips again.

With him underneath me like this, I discover I have the mobility to do just as he says, and my movements pick up speed. Soon, all I care about is chasing my climax and bringing forth his. My pride slips away little by little with every labored breath I take, and I lose myself in the moment.

I’m panting now, each exhalation accompanied by a moan. He feels so amazing, his grip on me only intensifying how unbelievably turned on I am. A small part of me acknowledges that he has put me in a position of control, but I don’t feel like I’m in control
at all
. He owns me—my heart, my body—and I know my pleasure belongs to him. Everything I’m feeling is because of
him
, and I surrender to him completely.

“Oh, god—
Judah!
” I cry out, pressing down on him even harder. I can’t get enough—I’m so close, and yet I can’t get enough. “I can’t—I need more. Please—
please!
”

“Your greedy pussy need me to take over? Is that it, sweetheart?” he grits out, his hands gripping my hips.

I can hardly catch my breath, my body buzzing as I sit on the precipice of my release—so close, I could cry.

“I’m begging you,” I manage, tilting my head back as I close my eyes, willing my body to let go. Yet, try as I might, I can’t get there on my own.

He slaps the side of my ass, making me gasp and then moan before he commands—“Eyes on
me
, Teddy!” I snap them open once more, looking down at him obediently. “I want to see you when I make you come. I want to see you
wild
. Fucking scream my name, sweetheart—I want to hear my name on your lips.
Mine.
I’m the
only
one who can unravel you.”

I nod vigorously, wishing he would just fuck me already!

“Please!” I mewl desperately.

Before I can take my next breath, his hold on my hips tighten, locking me in place. He then thrusts his hips up, pounding into me relentlessly. He feels so good, so powerful—and with his eyes glued to mine, filled with raw determination and desire, I know he’s only seconds from pulling me over the edge.

“Fuck—fuck, yes,” he groans, one of his thumbs finding its way over my clit. He doesn’t even rub it—he just
touches
it, and I detonate.

“Judah! Shit—Oh, yes—
Judah!
” My orgasm spreads like a wildfire from my core, pleasure invading my entire body. I feel hot as hell, but as light as a feather at the same time. It isn’t until he twitches inside of me, until I
hear
him roar at the height of his own pleasure, that I feel complete.

My lifeless arms can hold me up no longer, and I collapse on top of him, tucking my face into his sweaty neck. He wraps his arms around me, keeping me plastered against him, and my heart swells. I’m so done for. I’m so ruined. I know that I’ll never want another man the way that I want him. Not ever.

“Shit, that was good,” he mumbles into my hair.

I nod my agreement, snuggling into him even more. I feel like I could go back to sleep, just like this, nestled in his arms, but I know there’s no way he would go for that. I’ll have to fill up on caffeine, instead. Which reminds me…

“Judah?”

“Sweetheart?”

“Any chance that earned me a cappuccino?”

He chuckles mischievously, and I can feel it when he shakes his head at me.

“Not a chance in hell, Teddy. You broke my rules, now you reap the consequences.”

I groan and then press a sweet kiss against his stubble covered jaw. “Coffee, then?”

“Yeah. I could go for a refill.”

With a smile, I prop myself up on his chest before leaning down to kiss his lips. “You make me happy.”

He smirks at me before reciprocating my affection with a kiss of his own. “Good.” He taps my ass gently. “Let’s go.”

I manage to keep my dick in check for the rest of the morning—long enough to take Teddy to brunch at Morning Glory. The A.M. Eatery is one of the most popular breakfast spots in town, so our wait wasn’t a short one; but the look on her face when she took the first bite of her sweet potato pancake made it worth it—and the sound of her moan was a promise my cock took to heart. As soon as we were done eating, we stopped by her place so she could pick up a few things, and it was all I could do to make it through her front door before my need to be inside of her again overtook me.

Fuck, I’m addicted to her tight pussy
.

When we were both sated, she went about packing an outfit to wear to work tomorrow and something to wear to dinner. I told her it wouldn’t be a formal affair and she didn’t have to get too dressed up. She argued that I didn’t know the meaning of
casual
and that if she was going to dinner on my arm, she needed to
look the part
. Now, as she makes her way out of my bathroom, I can’t take my eyes off of her.

She’s in a long-sleeved, beige sweater dress that clings to every subtle, elegant curve she’s got. The hem stops just above her knee, her legs covered in sheer, burgundy, striped tights, and her feet tucked into cream-colored, stiletto-heeled, ankle boots. The tartan scarf that drapes around her neck complements her tights, and her hair is pulled back into a loose twisted bun at the nape of her neck.

My dick jerks as she walks toward me, and I’m reminded of my insatiable appetite. She’s turned me into a beast, all right—and I can’t get enough of her. If we didn’t have plans to meet Aunt Eddalyn in twenty minutes, I’d fuck my shy girl right now. But we
do
have plans, so I’ll have to fuck her later.