Take Me (Take Me 1)

His hand cupped an ass cheek and he tilted her hip further as he plunged deeper, more assertively.

“That’s the spot,” she said on a sharp gasp. “So good…so perfect.”

Her body moved in-sync with his and Jude’s eyelids drifted closed. He fucked her passionately, with all the desire that had been eating away at him. Their stolen “quiet” moments together over the past several months had been gratifying, without doubt. But when he could make them both forget their own names as he lifted them higher and higher… This was when he knew there was nothing that could ever rip them apart, nothing that could destroy them.

“Jude,” she whimpered. “I’m going to come.”

“Yes,” he urged. “I want to feel you, Kate. I want nothing between us, nothing holding us back.”

He thrust more forcefully. She held him in a vise grip.

Then she screamed his name as she came.

Jude rode the rush of her orgasm and it sparked his own. His cock surged and his body convulsed.

“Fuck, yes,” he growled. “Kate… Goddamn. You are so amazing.”

Jude gave himself over to the powerful release. Knowing nothing ever felt quite as right as when he and Kate were—

25

An unexpected jolt rocked the bed and rattled the glass panes of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Kate’s eyes flew open.

Her orgasms had been strong enough to rock her world, without doubt…but the whole damn bedroom?

Jude jerked away from her. “What the fuck?” he roared.

Another vicious rumble made the knickknacks crash to the floor, and the mirror over the dresser jumped off the wall.

“Jude!” Panic seized her.

Had the Honduras earthquake caused a ripple effect up to Mexico City?

Jude alighted from the bed, bringing her with him. He braced them under the doorframe leading into the bathroom as another magnified jarring caused the heavier objects on the dresser and nightstand to vibrate over the edges, the thudding of their impact resonating in the quiet room.

Then a more monstrous explosion lit the night sky and sent debris flying, some of which shot straight through the hotel windows, shattering them.

Kate screamed as shards littered the room.

Jude had a steady grip on her. He pulled her away from the doorframe, telling her, “It’s not an earthquake.” He hastily gathered up the clothes she’d left in the bathroom before taking her shower and thrust them toward her. “Get dressed. Quickly.” He did the same.

Then he yanked on her hand, forcing her down to the floor, alongside the bed for protection.

“Stay here until I come for you,” he ordered.

Then he disappeared. But he returned seconds later, the straps of their duffle bags crossed over his body, along with his laptop bag.

He reached for one of her hands while shoving her medical tote into the other. Kate crossed that strap over her body and they were on the move as a fiery building halfway down the block continued to ignite and erupt.

“Could be a terrorist attack,” he deduced, “or a gas leak.”

“Holy shit, Jude…” She followed him out of the suite.

Nikki was already in the hallway, dressed and carting her own luggage, directing other guests to the stairwell as the emergency alarms went off, along with flashing red and white strobe lights. People frantically vacated the floor.

Over the frenzied din, Nikki said, “That’s some serious shit when I’m waken from a death-sleep.”