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“Yes,” she whispered against his hot flesh, her lips whisking over his chest, her tongue glancing over one of his small nipples.
“Goddamn it.” His voice was deep, his tone thick with desire. “The bed might have to wait.”
His fingers deftly worked the hidden clasp at her shoulder and he peeled away the bodice of her dress. His hands gripped her upper arms and he held her steady as he kissed her, her bare breasts pressed below the defined ledge of his pecs.
Kate had no concept of time, space, reality… Everything faded into nonexistence as Jude kissed her with the kind of passion she’d only ever read about. Seen in movies. Not experienced in real life, where nothing else registered, nothing else mattered. Not her family or all the shortcomings she’d spent years vacillating between atoning for…or letting go of.
In this moment, with Jude, there were no shortcomings. Not that she could calculate, anyway, given Jude’s reaction to her. His raw heat, his sharp breaths, his aggressive hold on her...
Kate had the feeling he could completely obliterate her with his intensity. Something that should worry her. Later.
Much later.
For this one evening, she was willing to give Jude everything. Every little piece of her.
She’d have to sort through all the fragmentations come morning, of course. But right now…
She tore her mouth from his and said, “I’m not naked yet.”
His jaw clenched. Then his hands pushed at the material bunched around her waist and the dress pooled at her feet. Jude sank to his knees before her and Kate gasped.
She had no delusions that one of his fantasies starred her in that exact position in front of him. Taking him into her mouth. But it was Jude who once more had his mouth on her, his lips and tongue gliding over her hypersensitive flesh, along her inner thigh that quivered and up to the heart of her.
Kate’s fingers twisted in his lush, onyx hair.
“Do it again,” she quietly urged.
A breath later, his fingers spread her slick folds and the tip of his tongue fluttered over her clit.
Kate’s grip on him tightened, her fingers coiling in his strands of hair, the other hand at his shoulder, her nails dipping into solid muscle.
She lifted a leg and placed her high-heeled foot on the seat of the chair next to her, widening her stance. Jude took full advantage, his technique morphing from the flutter to more masterful and longer strokes of his tongue that had tremors shooting through Kate’s legs. Her breaths come in shallow pants.
When Jude suckled deep, she cried out. He was relentless…driving Kate wild. Pushing her right to the edge. A powerful climax took her and she called Jude’s name as she came.
Her pulse pounded in her ears and her heart hammered. The trembling of her legs had Jude straightening and sweeping her into his arms.
Kate had never actually been carried to a bedroom, but that was exactly what Jude did. He placed her in the center of the king-sized mattress with its plush, elegant covers, the silvery moonlight streaming in through the partially drawn drapes.
Kate’s gaze fixated on Jude’s tattoo. She opened her mouth, but Jude silenced her with a look. And said, “Don’t ask me about this tonight, Kate. I can’t think about anything but you.” He unfastened his belt and popped the button on his suit pants. “I need you, Kate. Like nothing I’ve ever known before.”
She nodded. Scooted to the edge of the bed and reached for him. Kate slid his zipper down its track, the sound echoing enticingly in the quiet room. She worked his pants and briefs over his hips and down his thighs, freeing him. The material dropped to the floor while Kate’s gaze homed in on his thick cock, her heartrate accelerating.
Her fingertips glided over his erection and she felt his excitement pulsating against her hand. She leaned in and her tongue glanced over the head of his cock. Jude swore under his breath. Kate’s pulse raced.
“Take me deep, Kate,” he insisted. “Suck me hard.”
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Kate drew him in slowly, teasingly. Then did precisely as he’d commanded, sucking deep, making him harder. So damn hard.
“Oh, fuck,” Jude said on a groan. His hands plowed through her hair, releasing curls from their pins. His fingers twined with the long, silky strands and he held her head in place while she pleasured him.
Jude had the insistent urge to buck his hips, but retained some control, savoring the feel of her velvety tongue on his skin and her glossy lips stroking as her head bobbed and she pulled him in further with each measured movement.
When she palmed his balls, Jude had to focus all his energy on not erupting in her mouth. She was fucking incredible. More sensational than every fantasy he’d had of her.
At this moment, Kate was real and as into this intimate act as Jude was, both of them connecting on a base, carnal level that had his blood turning to magma and roaring through his veins.
