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Her heart pounded now as she slowly worked his leathers off. He reached for her often, grazing her shoulder, her cheek, her hair with his fingers. The whole time he remained aroused, calling to her. She ached with need. But she didn’t go fast, knowing she would probably never do this again with Jude.
It was a one-time-only deal.
His beautiful scent filled her nostrils as she stared down at his warrior’s body. She drew close and with her hand took a journey up his left leg, his thigh, his groin, his abdomen, his pecs. Then she leaned close and caught his chin in hand. “Jude, will you let me do something for you?”
His brows rose, questioning, but he nodded.
She smiled. “I’ll be right back.” She wasn’t sure what had prompted her to do this, but she moved into the bathroom, ran the faucet over several washcloths, wrapped them up in a towel, then returned to his bunk.
Setting the towel next to him, she began bathing him and his whole body relaxed. “Damn, that feels good and I’m not even sure why. What made you think of it?”
“I don’t know.” She made a pass over his muscular chest, savoring not just his physical body but all that he was. “I just had a feeling this would be the right thing to do. And … well, it’s my way of thanking you for saving my life and for sacrificing for your people every night of your life.”
Chapter Three
Jude watched Hannah work her way down his legs with the damp terry-cloth. Even though he wanted her beneath him, her body writhing with each thrust of his cock, he wouldn’t have missed this for the world. It felt sacred and beautiful, more Hannah than she knew.
Watching her bathe even his feet, eased something deep inside him. He’d been making war for so long without a woman at his side that he’d forgotten what it could be like.
When she was done, she took the towel into the bathroom and busied herself for a moment, probably hanging out each of the cloths to dry separately. She’d get after the men for not keeping the bathroom in order.
But when she returned, his heart almost stopped.
She had nothing on.
He rose up on his elbows as she approached the bed slowly, her nipples peaked, the way they’d been in the stockroom that day. He wanted to be suckling her.
He could feel that bathing him had aroused her, which kept him hard as hell knowing that she enjoyed touching him. Maybe this had been a fantasy of hers. He’d had plenty of fantasies himself since that supply-room day, and she’d just fulfilled one of them.
She stopped at the foot of the bunk. He looked her up and down slowly and she let him look. “When you finally fall into bed after a night’s work, do you think of me, Hannah? Did you once imagine doing this with me in the bunkroom?”
She met his gaze, her lips parted and swol
len. “Not the bathing part, but groping you, yes. Does that shock you?”
He smiled, and his hips arched. “I’ve imagined doing the same thing to you, usually when I first wake up.”
A soft moan left her throat, and for a moment she closed her eyes as though seeing new images she’d want to remember later.
“Oh, Jude,” she murmured, as she opened her eyes. Her gaze fell to his cock once more. “And would you be touching yourself when you thought of me?”
“Uh-huh.”
She moved to stand next to the bunk. “Show me. I want to watch.”
He settled his left hand on her waist and with his right took hold of his cock. He stroked slowly, his hips undulating, but his gaze was fixed on her.
Her eyes fell to half-mast as she leaned down and took him in her mouth again.
“Oh, Hannah. Sweet Goddess.” He could come like this, one hand on his cock, her lips on his head, and his hand now drifting to fondle her ass.
“Spread your legs. Let me feel you.”
The moment she responded, he slid his hand even lower and gently began touching what was wet and smelled of roses and the ocean. He wanted his mouth there.
“I want to taste you while you’re sucking me. Straddle me, Hannah.”
Jude, slid through his mind. But she didn’t hesitate.
