Series: Sean Moriarty
Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
My eyes still closed, I blindly reach down and grab at the offending hand.
I try to yank it off, but the fingers only tighten more.
“Good morning,” a husky voice purrs against my throat.
I freeze as a kiss is pressed tenderly to my skin. Instantly wide awake.
Taking advantage of my confusion, Jude shakes off my hand and grabs my breast.
When I feel his rough, calloused palm scratching my skin, I realize I’m naked.
Where the fuck are my clothes? Did I take them off in my sleep?
“What are you doing?” I half-rasp, half-gasp as his fingers mold around me and squeeze.
Jude presses another tender kiss against my neck before he answers, “Enjoying waking up with my wife.”
His hips picking up the rhythm of his squeezing hand, he rubs his morning erection against my ass.
And I wish him rocking and rubbing against me didn’t affect me.
I wish I could turn everything off.
But my stupid, traitorous body responds.
My nipples tighten and my core clenches.
I try again to roll away, but he uses his grip on my breast to pull me back.
“I’m not your wife,” I hoarsely protest and wince at the sound of my voice.
Jude sighs before he slips his right arm over my shoulder. Wrapping tighter around me, he places another tender kiss just under my ear.
Then his right hand takes the place of his left.
Squeezing and kneading my breast, he works my nipple against his rough palm.
Tempting me to pick up his rhythm and join in his dance.
My hips ache to do just that. Ache with the need to rock back.
I don’t know why out of all the men in the world he has to be my kryptonite.
Especially after all the shit that’s happened.
You’d think after he admitted he wants to impregnant me, my body would get on the same page as my brain and fight this.
Yet I can feel myself growing wet.
As his hips continue to rock against me, all the blood in my brain rushes down to pulse in my clit.
This is madness. Pure fucking madness.
We need to talk before this goes any further.
I force myself to remain still.
I force myself to fight the instincts to give in.
Because I don’t want all the consequences that will come with it.
Growing impatient or frustrated with my lack of response, Jude suddenly nips at my earlobe.
I jerk as if he just zapped me.
“You are,” he insists as liquid heat rushes through my veins.
Right arm crossed in front of me like a restraining bar, he holds my chest in place. Not giving me an inch to escape.
“Funny, I don’t remember getting married,” I point out and thrust my hips forward.
Moving my ass away from his grinding cock.
Jude stills for a moment and I hear him take in a deep breath.
Then he grabs me by the hip and yanks me right back.
“You don’t remember what happened yesterday?” he asks softly.
Too softly.
Something about his tone causes all the little hairs on my body to stand on end.
Pushing his knee between my knees, he grabs my left thigh and spreads me open.
Shaking my head, I grab at his hand and try to close my legs. Feeling entirely too vulnerable and exposed in this position.
Hooking my knee on his own knee, Jude grabs my hand.
“You don’t remember my promise? My vow?” he hisses as he uses his leg to spread mine open wider.
I shake my head some more in denial and kick out, focusing on unhooking my leg from his.
Jude chuckles softly.
“From this moment on, I am yours,” he purrs into my ear.
Spreading his leg even wider, he makes it almost impossible for me to free myself without breaking my hip. But I still try.
“And you are mine,” he growls before he nips my earlobe.
I jerk again, the sensation traveling straight to my clit.
My response to him pisses me off so bad, I kick my leg with every bit of strength I have. Not caring if I throw my own leg out of socket.
“That doesn’t make us married!” I protest.
The back of my knee begins to slip over the curve of his knee.
Before I can completely free myself though, he releases my hand.
Grabbing my leg, he yanks my knee back over his knee then he wraps his ankle around mine.
I gasp in outrage as he spreads my legs open even wider.
Making me feel like I’m being spread wide open by the Thigh Master from Hell.
Looking down, I can’t believe what I’m seeing.
Never in my wildest dreams would I ever think I could be trapped like this…
Completely bound and helpless simply by his body being wrapped around my body.
No restraints or locks needed.
Not when he’s bigger and stronger than me.
The size and weight of his hairy thigh alone making mine look puny in comparison.
Rocking his hips forward and grinding his cock against my ass again, Jude declares, “It does in my eyes.”