“If I recall correctly, we’re starting with the sex, right?” she asked, her lips brushing his as she spoke, because his head had dipped to hers.
Their gazes connected and he murmured, “I have the sudden and very deep, very real need to taste you.”
Her arms wove around his neck. “Then by all means… Put that very talented mouth on my body, Jude McMillan.”
24
A low groan fell from Jude’s lips.
His fiancée was a temptation he could never resist. Which had made the past seven months more complicated than he’d ever imagined.
Well, maybe not unrealistically complicated—he’d suffered through wanting her and needing her when he was her patient and she was his therapist and their desire for each other had been kept under wraps. On both their sides.
Pure torture for Jude.
Now, he was able to express his lust and longing; but since they’d started their formal SAR training and he’d dove into learning all the complexities of international legalities that went along with disaster-relief efforts, they’d been nonstop, round-the-clock, twenty-four-seven committed to their cause.
It was physically exhausting, sure. Yet also mentally stimulating. And Jude was finding that helping others helped him as well. So that he wasn’t drowning in his angst and pain and torment. He could breathe.
He had Kate to thank for that. In so many ways.
His fingers worked the sash at her waist and her plush robe fell open. He whisked the material over her shoulders and down her arms, letting it drop to the floor.
“This is what I want tonight,” he mumbled, forgetting all about the food that was laid out. Metal domes covered the plates, keeping everything warm, telling Jude he had plenty of time to pleasure Kate.
He swept her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom, setting her gently in the center of the wide mattress. The lux layers had been peeled back during the turn-down service, but Kate didn’t slip under the covers.
Instead, she crooked a finger at Jude, beckoning him forward. He crawled onto the bed as she eased back, spreading her legs, welcoming him to her.
His hands cupped the undersides of her knees and his head lowered to her, his lips grazing her inner thighs.
She let out a lustful sigh. Her flesh quivered and her fingers threaded through his damp hair.
“Been a while since I’ve properly ravaged you,” he quietly quipped, his breath blowing against her skin, making her squirm in anticipation.
“Difficult to manage in the semi-private quarters we’ve had of late.”
“Well,” he murmured, “you can be damn sure I don’t give a rip if Nik can hear us through the walls. She’ll understand.”
Kate laughed softly. “Nik has her earbuds in, rocking out to AC/DC as she turns the whole world off and sleeps for the next three days.”
“She deserves it.” His gaze dropped to the bounty before him and Jude’s mouth all but watered. “And I deserve this.”
“Something tells me I’m the one about to reap the full reward.”
“Oh, come on,” he whispered as his tongue flittered over her inner thigh, then his teeth nipped lightly. “You know how much I love doing this to you.”
His erection already pressed against the tightly wrapped towel around his hips.
“So smooth and satiny,” he whispered. His lips and tongue glided over her skin, inching closer and closer to his intended target.
He hitched her leg slightly, so it draped over his shoulder, keeping her open to him. Then the tip of his tongue swept slowly over her slick folds, causing her to suck in a breath. Her fingers in his hair tightened.
“Jude,” she said on a sexy sigh. “I’ve been wanting this for so long.”
“And you know how much I hate denying you anything.”
His fingers spread her folds and his tongue whisked over her clit, jolting her in a way that made her gasp with delight.