Fool For You (Made for Love Book 4) (85 page)

“
Jude,
” I sigh. With every hard thrust, I feel how much he missed me—how much he needs me—how much we need each other.

“Open your eyes, Teddy. Look at me.”

I obey immediately, my orgasm starting to blossom as I gaze up at him.

Then, just before I start to fall over the edge—he slows down again, easing out of me before pumping into me with everything he’s got. I whimper, the warm sensation at my center slipping out of reach. He fucks me slow for just a second longer, and then he takes me hard and fast. Twice more, he brings me to the brink of my climax before he robs me of my pleasure. I’m so frustrated, I feel like I might cry.

“Judah—Judah,
please!
Can I come? I want to come,” I beg.

“Fuck,” he mutters, squeezing my neck a little tighter. I arch my back, spurred on by his possessive touch. “Missed hearing you beg, sweetheart.”

“Make me come,” I plead. “Come with me—come
inside
of me.”

“Fucking hell,” he growls before he begins to buck his hips with abandon.

My orgasm starts to blossom almost immediately, and I’m more than ready to let it overtake me.

“
Wait
,” he demands through gritted teeth.

“Shit!” I cry, wishing he hadn’t said that. “
Judah!
”

“Wait,” he repeats, pumping even faster.

I dig my nails into his forearm as I hold on for dear life, wondering how long I’ll be able to obey. Then, just as I feel myself begin to slip, he roars, “
Now!
”

I cry out as my core clamps down around him. I can feel it when he swells and twitches inside of me, filling me with his own release. He continues to thrust, rubbing my clit with his thumb, extending my climax while he rides out his. When we are both completely spent, he lets go of my neck before collapsing on top of me. The weight of him suffocating me feels magnificent, and I wrap my arms and legs around him, hoping he’ll stay awhile.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he mumbles, still trying to catch his breath.

“Never better.”

“Fuck. That felt good. Missed your pussy, Teddy.”

I giggle, a blush heating my cheeks as I try and think of something to say in response. I come up short, my mouth not nearly as dirty as his. As if he understands, he shifts to kiss the tip of my shoulder before relaxing back on top of me.

“Tell me you love me,” I ask, wishing to hear the words; knowing that this time he’ll grant my deepest desire.

He turns his head so that his lips are pressed against my ear before he says, “I love you.”

My smile stretches into a grin, my heart swelling at his words. “Say it again,” I whisper, running my fingers through the damp hair at the nape of his neck.

“I love you.”

“Again,” I murmur, my voice even softer.

“I love you.” He kisses my ear. “I love you.” He kisses my cheek. “I love you,” he breathes before kissing my lips—his eyes open and staring down into mine.

“Tell me again tomorrow.”

I can feel his mouth against mine as it turns up into a smile. “Love me tomorrow.”

“Always.”

W
hen my alarm sounds Christmas morning, I silence it with a groan. Now, I wish I hadn’t promised Harper that we’d be at the Fitzpatrick residence by nine. Teddy and I didn’t even attempt sleep until after two—too busy making up for lost time. I look down at her now, curled up on her side, her body positioned in such a way that beckons me to hold her—to slip my hard dick between her legs, taking her gently from behind.

I shake the thought away, knowing we don’t have time. I should wake her. She’ll want copious amounts of coffee and a shower before we go—but I can’t bring myself to do it. Not yet. Instead, I turn away from her, reaching for the small drawer of my bedside table. I pull out the little, blue velvet box I picked up a couple days ago, spinning it around between my fingers.

I bought it the day Aunt Eddalyn told me about Isaac; the day I made up my mind that I didn’t want to live my life looking for someone to fill the void that only Teddy ever could. After apologizing to Logan, I left for the day. I went to three jewelry stores before I found what I wanted. I had it customized, adding a bigger diamond for my shy girl’s little finger. Then a couple days ago, after I had rummaged through Teddy’s jewelry and found a ring I thought might fit the appropriate finger, I had the ring sized. It was all very last minute, but I was willing to pay to have my way.

Teddy is mine, and I want every single person who looks her way to know it.

I open both flaps of the lid, revealing the
Belle
by Harry Winston. The round cut diamond is five carats, set in a geometric bezel frame on a micropavé band. It’s unique, classy, elegant, and gorgeous—much like the woman who will wear it. As I stare at it, I get the urge to see it on her finger now. Without a second thought, I pluck it from the box and curl myself around Teddy’s body, reaching for her left hand. I slip the ring onto her finger, a small smile playing at my lips when I see that it fits perfectly.

I set her hand back down and press a kiss against her bare shoulder, holding her in my arms. “Merry Christmas, Theodora,” I whisper against her skin.

She begins to stir and I decide now’s as good a time as any to rouse her from her slumber. I open my mouth and pinch a chunk of skin between my teeth. She grumbles, but arches her back, pressing her ass against my crotch.

“Careful, you little minx. If you get me started, we’ll be late for breakfast.”

“Mmmm,” she hums, rolling over so that she’s facing me. “We can’t be late for breakfast. Dad makes pancakes. They’re delicious.”

“Then we should probably get up.”

“Five minutes?” she sighs, cupping her hands around my cheeks, touching her nose to mine.

I smirk at her, sliding an arm beneath her before turning onto my back, bringing her with me. She giggles groggily, straddling her legs around me, rubbing her thumbs across my face as she kisses me good morning.

“Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

“I never asked you what…” Her voice trails off as her gaze jumps to the rock I just placed on her finger. With a gasp, she pushes herself up, propping her hands against my chest. “
Oh, my god
,” she manages, her voice so soft I hardly hear it. “Oh, my god,” she says a little louder. “Oh, my
god!
” she cries. “Judah!” Her eyes are still glued to the ring. I can’t take my eyes off of her face. Her shock is breathtaking. “It’s—
huge.
It’s—so incredibly beautiful. Is this? I mean—is this—?”

“Forever. Just say yes.”

She claps her right hand over her mouth, her forehead creasing as she knits her eyebrows together, tears filling her eyes. She nods her head enthusiastically before she finally brings her eyes to meet mine. A sound that might be a sob and a laugh intertwined spills from her mouth as she reaches for my face once more, lowering hers to meet mine.

“Yes,” she mutters, pressing a kiss against my lips. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes!”

I chuckle as she repeats the word over and over again. She stops only when I slide my tongue into her mouth, and then she kisses me fervently. My dick grows hard between us and she moans, rubbing herself against me.

“Teddy,” I mumble, my mouth still attached to hers.

“Fuck the pancakes. Make love to me.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice.

By the time we pull into the neighborhood where her parents live, it’s ten a.m. Teddy’s phone was ringing almost every five minutes after nine. She sent Harper a text, letting her know that we were on our way, and and then she turned it off, telling me that she wasn’t ready to say goodbye to our morning yet—not ready to say goodbye to
just us
.

“You know, we’re going to have to answer a lot of questions. My parents are going to flip. And Harper,” she pauses, laughing softly as she turns our hands over so that she might admire her ring once more. “Harper is going to shit her pants when she sees this.”

“We’ll be fine,” I assure her, giving her fingers a squeeze.

“I know. I’m just a little nervous. Wait—dammit—I keep forgetting to ask about
your
family.”

“They’re in town for another few days. We’ll go see them tomorrow. Ben and Harper will be there, too.”

“Oh, right. They are going down, aren’t they,” she murmurs, turning to look out the window.

“Sweetheart, stop worrying.”

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry.”

I don’t say anything more as we turn onto their street. When I pull into the driveway, I let go of her hand, shifting the vehicle in park and shutting off the engine. Before she can reach for the handle, I slide my hand over her thigh, gripping her tightly. She looks back at me in question, and I answer her with a kiss.

I kiss her until I feel her relax, and then I kiss her deeper, because she tastes delicious. She sighs contentedly, leaning into me as we pretend we have no place to be.

“Better?” I ask when I finally manage to pull away.

She touches her forehead to mine before nodding slightly. “Yes. Thank you.”

“Let’s go. We’re late.”

We both climb out, and as we make our way to the front door, she clings to my arm. She stops when we reach the porch and looks up at me, grinning. “You know what I just realized?”

“What’s that?”

“This is our first Christmas together—and you set the bar so high for yourself, you’ll never be able to top it. No matter what happens when we walk into this house, this will always be the best Christmas of my life.”

I frown at her as I ask, “You think this is the best I can do?”

“Jude,” she scoffs good-naturedly. “You gave me a home, you bought me a car, and you promised me forever with the most gorgeous ring a girl could ever ask for. There’s no way you could do better.”

I smirk down at her, sure that she still doesn’t know all that I’m capable of. “Sweetheart, don’t underestimate me. I’ve got a lifetime to prove you wrong.”