Well, so be it. She was tired of hovering in her life, suspended in the past-in avoiding a repeat, in running from it. That stasis would keep her from her future forever if she didn't break free.
Opening her eyes, she forcefully yanked open the door. "What are you doing here?"
"You know the answer to that." He reached for the storm door latch but stopped short of opening it. "Have you changed your mind?"
"No … yes." With a deep breath, she stepped back to let him in. "Rhys is here."
"I'm part cat. I know how to be quiet." Jude pulled the door open. Once across the threshold, he moved in close and caught the material of the t-shirt she wore, bunching the cotton between her breasts in his fist. The outside light blinked out as she stared up into his hungry face, plunging them into darkness that matched his voice. "I'm not in the mood for games right now. This is your warning."
"I don't want games," she whispered. "I want you to fuck me."
His breath exploded in a harsh curse, praise and damnation at once. Using his grip on her t-shirt, he hauled her to him. Lily curled her fingers around his biceps as she fell against his chest, but almost immediately she let go, surrendering control. Jude seamlessly took over, steadying her as pushed the door shut and turned them both. With one hand, he reset the alarm. With the other, he pinned her to the door, fingers spread between her breasts. And then he covered her mouth.
It wasn't a kiss. Didn't even come close. The thrust of his tongue was penetration, possession. It stole her breath. Everything Jude wanted, he conveyed in the hard, deep taking.
While his mouth ravaged hers, he dropped his hands to her hips and jerked her forward against the hard line of his cock. Eager, on fire, she tore the hem of his shirt from his waistband and wedged her fingers between them to unfasten his pants. He grasped the back of her thigh, opened her legs and angled her against the door. Lily hooked her calf behind his back and tore her mouth from his.
"Now," she gasped, sucking gulps of air while she had the chance.
Ignoring the demand, he ducked his head and found a bare patch of skin where his t-shirt slid off her shoulder. His teeth scored her flesh, a hard, deep bite that burned pleasure straight to the bone beneath. As he plunged his fingers into her pussy from behind, he forced her the sensations deeper for the hot second before he withdrew and stroked a wet line between her bare cheeks.
"Now," he murmured, dark and intent at her ear. "Now, I'm going to turn you around and sink into this sweet ass. I'm finished envying a dildo."
He'd barely finished uttering the promise before he spun her and flattened her breasts against the door. She reflexively rose on tiptoe, pushed back toward him, unashamed of the weakness he'd so quickly homed in on. Turning her head, she rested her cheek against the cool panel and closed her eyes tight.
"Hard," she confessed. "I like it hard."
He nipped her ear and shoved the t-shirt hem up around her waist. "You like it to hurt."
"Yes," she whispered, suddenly anxious. Many men would balk at the idea, freak out and retreat with hot desire suddenly gone cold.
Jude didn't. He kissed down the side of her neck and spread her cheeks. Lily pressed her fingertips against the door and drew a deep breath, released it when he positioned his cock against her. She deliberately tightened her inner muscles, purposefully resisted his push.
With a soft curse, he grasped her hips and held her still. "Do you want me to force it?"
She nodded, her cheek sliding along the wood. "Please."
His blunt fingernails dug into the tender flesh below her pelvic bones. Lily spread her arms wide and grasped the raised surface of the doorframe. Bracing herself. Because he wouldn't disappoint her.
And he didn't. With no more warning than the flex of his fingers at her hips, he drove into her. Still distantly aware they weren't alone in the house, Lily choked back a shriek through the sudden burn that flamed out from those tiny nerve endings all the way to her fingers and toes. Her pussy creamed even more wet with the lightning-fast metabolism of pain into pleasure. Hot, mind-melting pleasure. Jude didn't let it fade.
He shoved her hips forward off his cock, yanked her back into another hard thrust. Her nipples jabbed painfully against the unyielding surface of the door. Lily arched her back, writhing for the bite of sensation.
Behind her, he breathed a soft curse and pistoned forward. Again. "Let me hear how much it hurts," he muttered.