Take Me (Take Me 1)

“Kate, don’t make me come.”

She was close to doing just that. And, yes, Jude wanted to release the tether and let that heady rush blaze through him.

He also wanted to lose himself in her, forget everything including his name and all that haunted him as she squeezed him tight.

So he kept himself in check for the moment. Gently eased her away with his hands on her shoulders.

“Kate.” He could hear the strain in his tone. “I need to be inside you.”

He guided her back onto the bed and she rested on her elbows, gazing seductively at him. Her curls spilled down her back and over her shoulders.

Jude positioned himself on his knees, between her gorgeous, parted legs. Luckily, he’d divested her of her thong in the limo.

His fingers glided over her clit, rubbing quickly. With his other hand, he slipped two fingers inside her and stroked feverishly, until Kate was whimpering and writhing.

Jude added a third finger and worked her a bit faster. Her back arched. Her moans became sharper, breathier. Making him crazed with lust and longing.

“I want you wet, Kate. Dripping. For me.”

His fingers slid along her slick walls and her hips lifted, meeting his strokes. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her hard nipples tempting him. Jude leaned forward and his mouth sealed to one, his tongue teasing the point tauter.

“Jude,” she murmured. “Oh, God. That feels so good.”

His fingers pumped more aggressively.

Kate’s breath caught. Her back bowed even more.

“Jude…”

He kept up the wicked fingering.

“Oh, yes.” She gasped. “Oh, God yes…Jude!”

Her inner muscles contracted around his fingers seconds before she cried out again. He felt every ounce of her sudden release—all the fervent shudders running through her as she quaked, and rasping breaths fell from her lips.

Endless moments slid by. Jude couldn’t take his gaze from her flushed skin, her heaving chest, her glowing eyes.

Her head fell back on her shoulders and she let out a long, sultry moan.

“Good Lord,” she muttered in a throaty tone. “That is so fantastic…”

Jude gave her a few more moments to recover. He encircled his cock with his hand, using her cream on his fingers to stroke himself.

Kate lifted her head and she watched him, one corner of her mouth quivering.

While it revved him to see her so spellbound, it really got the testosterone flowing when she moved in on him, between his legs while he shifted onto his back.

She took him in her mouth again, sucking him deep and making him groan.

“Kate… You get me going a little too much, sweetheart.” He guided her up his body. There were condoms in a crystal dish on the nightstand and he reached for one. Sheathed himself. Then he was easing her onto him, filling her inch by inch. She sighed and moaned…and dug her nails into his chest.

“Jude,” she said on a wisp of air.

“I’ll try to go slow, Kate.”

“I don’t want you to go slow, Jude.”

His balls tightened. His gut clenched.