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His cock drove into her. No tentative thrust. A hard plunge. Balls-deep and so thick.
Her legs locked around his hips, and she slammed up to meet him. Again and again. Her body tightened.
His mouth took her breast again. Licking and sucking, scoring her lightly with his teeth while he kept thrusting. Driving as far into her as he could go. Hard and fast.
Just the way she wanted him.
His cock withdrew, then slid right back inside her, the length rubbing along her sensitive core. Her sex clenched as her climax approached. So close,so close.
He kissed her when she came, drinking in the sounds of her pleasure even as his hips pumped faster,faster, against her.
Her fingers dug into his back. She wanted to feel his release inside her.
Jude raised his head and stared down at her.
An aftershock, warm and sweet, rippled through her sex, and he erupted. Her name broke from his lips as she saw the wave of pleasure sweep over his face.
She held him, with arms and legs, as tightly as she could. Held him and tried to make the pleasure last. Tried to memorize every feeling. Tried to imprint the feel of his body on hers.
Because moments like this didn’t last. Especially not for her.
After a time, he sagged against her, sweat slick on his body. Erin didn’t loosen her hold. Not yet.
Not yet.
A squeak sounded beneath her. Then a weird little creak. Then?—
They fell to the floor as the table gave way beneath them. Her breath was knocked from her, and the wood bit into her back and arms.
“Dammit!”Jude’s flushed face. “Erin? Sweetheart, are you all right?” He pulled her up, cradling her in his arms as his gaze darted over her body.
They’d broken the table.
He was still lodged inside her. Spikes of pleasure still trembled through her body.
And they’d broken the table.
Erin laughed, a helpless, rusty bubble of sound that lifted her lips.
Jude shook his head. “I didn’t mean?—”
She kissed him. And laughed again.
A deep rumble burst from him. Small lines appeared around his eyes and his mouth curved. She’d never seen him smile so fully before.
And she couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed. Laughed, and meant it. Not the fake crap that so often slipped out. But reallylaughed.
She stared up at Jude. The man really was gorgeous. She should have noticed it from the beginning. How had she ever thought that he looked cruel or cold?
She traced his scar with a fingertip.
Sexy.
And—damn it all—she was very afraid that she was falling for him.
* * *
Erin hadn’t come home.
