Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
She’d never been spoken to like that before. Not once with a bossy, growly, alpha male tone. It shouldn’t excite her, but it did.
However, she could be bossy, too. “Get me naked.”
His lips curled slightly, and his green eyes became dark and hooded. “No.” He released her and stepped back.
No?
His broad, naked back with the colors of his club permanently inked into it retreated and she let her gaze slide lower to his ass and long legs as he went and settled on the bed in the same position he’d been in when she walked through the door.
“Get naked,” he demanded in his low rumble that made her nipples peak painfully. As she stepped toward the bed, he lifted his palm and shook his head. “Right there.”
Her heart pounded and her throat tightened at the thought of standing there, where he could see everything and just stripping.
“Cass,” came the grumbled warning.
She lifted her gaze from the hem of her sweatshirt, where she was gripping it so hard, her knuckles were turning white.
“Do it.” He watched her closely as he began stroking his cock again.
How could that simple act be so damn mesmerizing? So sexy? Make her so wet?
This time his low, thunderous, “Cass,” made her jerk into motion, yank the sweatshirt over her head and toss it, shove her lounge pants and panties down to her ankles before working her snug sports bra over her breasts.
Then she stood there naked. Completely exposed.
At her most vulnerable.
But it hit her then. Right between the eyes.
He looked at her without an ounce of judgment.
His heated gaze which slowly slid down her body made her feel nothing but wanted and desired.
That right there made him even sexier in her eyes.
That made her want and appreciate him even more.
It was difficult to appreciate him from across the room.
So, she didn’t.
Fuck.
Judge didn’t know where to eyeball her first as Cassie approached the bed. He had noticed when she first got naked, she looked unsure, then something changed as she stood there.
Her spine had become straighter and her shoulders pulled back, drawing his attention to her amazing fucking tits. She released the bottom lip she’d been chewing on as she stripped, and finally she fucking smiled.
It wasn’t a normal smile, but a naughty, I-might-just-fuck-out-your-brains-tonight smile.
And that was the best fucking kind.
It also made his dick twitch in his hands and his balls pull a little tighter.
Because, fuck yeah, if he was brain dead in the morning, he might be A-fucking-Okay with it.
His fingers itched to touch her, he wanted to taste her on his tongue, make his lips slick with her arousal and hear her whimpers in his ears.
Just to start.
But they needed to keep the noise to a low roar. He did not want to be interrupted. Because once she landed in that bed, she was not leaving it until he was done with her.
Until she was done with him.
Until they were both boneless, drained and satisfied.
When she got to the side of the bed where he sat waiting, he held out his hand and she accepted it, but he didn’t help her onto the bed.
Not yet.
“Turn around, baby.”
That fucking insecurity popped back up in her blue eyes and he frowned. There was no reason for her to be like that.
None.
She was goddamn perfect.
He moved to sit on the edge of the bed and planted his feet solidly on the floor. “Turn around, Cassie.” Not a request but a demand. When she still hesitated, he growled, “Turn the fuck around.”
A flush ran up her chest, but she slowly turned, her jaw set, her fingers clenched.
Which he didn’t fucking like at all.
She needed to understand that the only opinion which mattered in that room, at that moment, was his. No one else belonged in that room with them.
“Lift your hair up. Hold it on top of your head. Don’t want it coverin’ anything.”
“Judge,” she whispered.
“Do it,” he said more softly. He wanted to throat punch whoever made her unsure. Especially if it was a man who hadn’t appreciated everything about her.
She did it. Slowly gathering all her thick blonde hair with both hands and holding it to the top of her head, exposing the long line of her neck, the curve of her shoulders, the indentation of her spine.
“Keep it there.”
“Judge...”
“Quiet.”
Her fingers twitched in her hair at that, but she remained silent.
Using his fingertips, he traced her spine from the top of her neck down, only stopping when he reached the top of her ass crack. Then he slid them back up, leaned forward and repeated it using his warm breath against her skin, the occasional skim of his lips, the scrape of his beard. All the way down, all the way back up.
A shudder moved through her, bringing out goosebumps all over her skin and causing the fine hairs on the back of her neck to stand.