Take Me (Take Me 1)

“Oh, God, yes…” she said on a rasping breath.

Jude took his time, fluttering his tongue over the tiny bead, toying with her clit, then gliding over her labia.

Kate’s hips lifted slightly off the bed, a silent plea for more.

Currently, Jude’s sole intention was giving her anything and everything she wanted. Whatever she needed. But he planned to take his time. Savor these moments with her, while they were here in their own haven, all alone… And his mouth was on her.

Jude’s hand s

lid along the underside of her thigh as it remained crooked over his shoulder. His other palm splayed in the dip of her waist, holding her steady as he tongued her clit, eliciting soft whimpers from her and making her hips roll.

He suckled her clit and she cried his name. Jude did not let up.

He inhaled her enticing scent, tasted her arousal. The adrenaline pumped through him with every sharp intake of air he incited from her, every jerk of her hips, every tug of her fingers in his hair.

“Oh, God,” she said, her voice a mere wisp, tinged with desire. “Like that… Just like that.”

He continued his ministrations, adding to his repertoire.

One long finger slid into her wet depths and Kate cried out again.

He eased a second finger into her tight canal and pumped feverishly as he suckled her clit.

“Jude,” she gasped. “Right there. Oh, my God… Right. There!”

He worked her faster, more fervently. Her erotic whimpers echoed in the otherwise quiet bedroom.

He felt the tension grip her body. Sensed the mounting of pressure within her. He did everything he could to push her higher, to push her closer, to send her soaring over the edge.

Her breath caught.

Her body stilled.

Then…

“Jude!” she called out. “Yes!”

Her climax seemed to reverberate within him, tightening his gut and groin, making his cock throb.

Her inner muscles clenched his fingers and Jude groaned. He was dying to have her squeezing him that fiercely, milking him until he came inside her.

In fact, he couldn’t take another second of not being buried deep, to the hilt.

He shifted in the bed and stripped off his towel. A breath barely left his body before he was thrusting into her and she was twining her legs around his waist, lifting her hips and inviting him to pump into her, deep and fast.

“Kate,” he ground out. “Jesus. You’re so wet for me.”

“Always,” she murmured.

“So fucking tight,” he added, losing himself immediately in her sensual heat and the electric currents that arced between them.

Her silky skin and soft curves against his hard body felt like heaven. The way she clutched at him—with her pussy and her hands—had him driving more vigorously into her, pushing them both to that precipice he was so in need of cresting.

“That feels incredible,” she said. “Nik’s not the only one who won’t be leaving her bed all weekend.”

Jude grinned, though his head was burrowed in the crook of her neck, in her lush hair, so she couldn’t see the gesture.

But he was in complete agreement with her.