She took a step forward, and reached her hand out, putting it flat on his chest. He closed his eyes, a masculine grunt sounding hard at the base of his throat.
“Justice,” she said, watching as her fingertips moved over his muscles. Watching herself touch him.
It didn’t feel wrong. It felt right. It felt like it was a long time coming. It felt like everything. She moved her fingertips over his pecs, his abs, down to his belt buckle. And a slow, wicked grin crossed his face. “Getting impatient?”
“Is it impatient when you’ve waited more than twenty years for somebody?”
She realized how true it was once the words were there, sitting between them.
It was more serious than she meant to be, but she saw a spark of agreement in his blue gaze.
He felt the same way. He understood.
They were adults now. So it was safer. If they haddone this when they were teenagers they might’ve broken everything.
Just trying to imagine taking these feelings, these feelings that felt too big for the adult woman she was, and transferring them to sixteen-year-old Rue...?Shewould’ve combusted.
Thirty-two-year-old Rue was about to combust.
Teen her would’ve been terrified of this. It would’ve been the sure and certain sign that she was going to turn into her parents and that she needed to run far away from Justice King. No. There was no way they could’ve had this before. There was no way she could’ve had it before. It was only now. Only now that she could begin to grab hold of this.
“You’re beautiful,” she said. And maybe it was a foolish thing to say, but it was the only thing she could think to say.
He was just the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen in her life. And she was awestruck by his beauty. But more than that, by the reckless, wild feeling that was beginning to stir up in her stomach. Like a herd of mustangs galloping across the high desert. A part of herself that she had never tapped into. A part of herself she had always been afraid of.
Then he did it. He reached down and started to undo his belt slowly. Kicked his boots off as he got rid of the belt, got rid of his socks, unsnapped his jeans and unzipped them slowly.
“Justice,” she said.
A plea, she thought maybe. Definitely not a warning. Her hands were shaking as if she was the one undressing him as he pushed the denim down. First, shelooked at his thighs. The muscles there. And it was only after that she let her eyes go to that hard masculine part of him that hung there.
She was not being dramatic to say that it felt as if the wind had been punched straight out of her stomach.
He was like art. If a person asked an artist to create the perfect ode to masculine beauty, the result would’ve been Justice King. All heavy muscles and thick masculinity.
She shouldn’t have been surprised to learn that her best friend was well endowed and then some, especially not when the rumors about him and his sexual prowess verged on legendary. Still, she hadn’t known what to expect, and her expectations were blown somewhat all to hell.
“Well,”she said.
He moved to her then, and she could feel the shift. He’d been patient.
He was letting her see exactly what she was getting into, letting her see him. Letting her warm up. But when he wrapped his arm around her, and gripped the bottom of her T-shirt, pulling it up over her head as he growled, that was when she knew his patience was at an end.
He kissed down her neck as he reached behind her and undid her bra with one practiced hand. His hands cupped over her bare skin, and the feel of his rough palms against her skin was such a revelation she could scarcely breathe.
She had been touched like this before. But it was like it had been an entirely different activity.
It was like she couldn’t think. Because Justice’shands were everywhere. Because he pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and made her cry out, spots blooming behind her eyes.
He kissed down her collarbone, to her breast, sucking one nipple deep in his mouth. And all the while he made that magic he was dispensing with the rest of her clothes. She was dimly aware that she made all the right movements to help him. But only just. She only became highly aware of the fact that all her clothes were gone when he cupped her ass with his hand and drew her firmly against his body, completely naked, every inch of her bare skin pressed against every inch of his.
The need that was growing between her thighs was so intense it was foreign. It was an ache that she was entirely unfamiliar with. She was slick with need, and he hadn’t even touched her there. She would’ve said that her breasts weren’t all that sensitive, but Justice was making a mockery of that. Teasing her, toying with her.
FirstI’d touch you.
He claimed her mouth, plunging his tongue deep, and right at the same time he moved his hand between her legs. His finger slipped through her slick folds, stroking that sensitive bundle of nerves there, before he pushed it deep, sliding it in and out of her until her knees began to shake.
“Justice,” she breathed.
