Page 57 of Jude

I nestled into him, loving the way his body molded into mine, how my limbs fit in with his hard, sinewed ones, how his leg hair teased my skin.

At some point, he stirred and nuzzled my nape.

I gasped as his hand slid under my tee and cupped my left breast, a calloused finger flicking my nipple.

It went rock hard as my clit pulsed.

‘Babe, you’re so sexy,’ he murmured, his voice thick with desire. ‘Abby, you’re so hot.’

Abby?

The utterance sliced through my soul.

I never factored in the presence of another woman in his heart, not in the slightest.

The sudden realization brought an unexpected pang to my chest.

My husband, the man who married me to keep a ruthless Syndicate from ending my life, was sharing a bed with me.

He was also whispering a name that belonged to someone else.

He shifted, sliding closer until, with no warning, his mouth slid over mine, firm, hot, freakin’ demanding.

My body burst into flames, desire licking me, as his hands went over my tits, teasing my taut nipple even more.

I widened my thighs on instinct, wanting, desperate for more, and he moved between them.

It was dark; I couldn’t tell if he was awake or not, and part of me didn’t care.

I gave another gasp as the blazing length of him thudded into my tummy.

His hand squeezed my tits, rolling my swollen tips between two fingers.

It turned me on so much that my brain short-circuited.

His firm lips found the line of my jaw, sending a spark straight down my spine as his hands glided over my waist.

‘So beautiful, Abby,’ he whispered into my neck. ‘I want to tear you up, babe.’

Most women by now would have shoved him away and demanded answers on who he was speaking of, but I was not your typical girl.

I was his wife, and I was also touch-starved.

After so many years of living in strife, of existing unloved, and in the desert of life, this was like coming to a river to drink.

His caress kept building, igniting more undeniable flames in me.

I was so heated that all doubts evaporated.

He was not with her right now; he was with me.

Pulling away from him, I tugged my sleep shirt over my head, kicking off my panties, throwing caution to the wind.

He groaned when I fell on him and chuckled when I returned as his mouth found my lips.

His kiss glided over mine, so soft yet so firm, driving me wild.

I lost count of how many times I’d obsessed over his lips these last few days, wondering how they’d feel on me.