Take Me (Take Me 1)

His jaw clenched briefly.

“You do want her to be a part of our family, right?” she asked.

“Yeah, Kate,” he said without hesitation. “She has no one else. And she’s…so hooked on you. She trusts you. She finds comfort in you. She needs you, Kate. And I’m going to find a way to keep her in our lives. It’s just going to take a little more time.”

“I know. I’m trying to be patient. But above all else, Jude… I believe you’ll find a way to make this happen. And I want to believe that Isabelle knew it, too. Before she passed.”

He eased her back against him and wrapped both arms around her.

“Kate,” he murmured against her skin. “I’d give you anything in the world.”

“But it’s not just about me.”

He chuckled again, low and resonantly. “I want Sophie safe and protected and loved, too. I want her to be our first adopted child.”

Kate smiled. “I knew it.”

“Because you know me. You know everything about me.”

“We’ll see what happens down the line with us having children together or us fostering or us adopting,” she said, “but for now…this is the right first step. The right course of action.”

“So is this,” he said as his lips trailed along her neck.

Kate shivered with delight. “Think we’ve soaked up enough relaxation?”

“Is that a hint, Mrs. McMillan?”

“Make love to me, Mr. McMillan.”

“Ah…more like a demand. I like it.”

“And I love how quickly you catch on…”

They rinsed off and left the tub. Jude carried her into the bedroom and they nestled under the covers. His hands glided over her body and Kate felt a different sense of exhilaration this evening. An added titillation because she was Jude’s.

Her fingertips skated over his chest and the ripped muscles of his abs. Lower still until she encircled his hard cock and she stroked him slowly, eliciting a low groan from him that spurred her on. So that she released him, pressed her palms to his chest and pushed him onto his back.

Jude grinned. He clasped his hands behind his head, his biceps bulging. He wagged his brows at her.

Kate’s pulse hitched several notches as she took in every magnificent, naked bit of him. She leaned in and her lips skimmed over his hot skin, along his ribs to his waist.

She shifted, settling on her knees between his parted thighs. Her fingers twined once more around the base of his cock and her head dipped. Her tongue slid over his tip and his hips jerked in response.

She took him deep in her mouth, wetting his skin. Then she pumped his shaft with her hand. His teeth ground and fire lit his eyes more fiercely than the flames flickering in the hearth.

The window treatments were drawn back and a light snow fell on the city. The shimmering skyline twinkled in the distance and Kate believed she’d found her romantic wedding night without her or Jude even trying to create it.

That was magic, in her book.

She rubbed her palm over the head of his cock and he unclasped his hands and instead gently gripped her upper arms.

“As much as I want everything you’re about to do to me,” he said in a gruff tone, “I want you even more.” He coaxed her forward, until she straddled his lap. He released her biceps and instead cupped her ass cheeks as his cock nudged the opening of her pussy.

Kate flattened her palms against his chest and slowly lowered herself onto him, taking in his thick shaft inch by glorious inch.

He filled and stretched her and she reveled in every electric sensation zinging through her.

“Fuck, yes,” he muttered as he thrust up into her. “You feel so damn good.”