Kate’s hips rocked and their eyes locked. Her nails dipped into his hard muscles and her breath caught with every insistent pump into her body.
He held her waist and worked them into a quicker, steadier rhythm that made her gasp. His hands moved upward to massage her breasts and Kate’s excitement mounted.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” Jude said.
“And I’m all yours.”
“Keep telling me that.”
“Keep fucking me.”
He pumped more vigorously and Kate’s eyelids drifted closed. She absorbed his determined thrusts and sighed over the way his cock hit that perfect spot deep within her, rubbing it with force and pushing her closer and closer to an explosive orgasm.
Her hips rolled and her fingertips bit further into his pecs.
“Yes,” she said on a throaty moan. “Like that, Jude. Just like that.”
His hips bucked and he thrust deeper into her.
Kate’s head fell back. His fingers toyed with her nipples, tightening them. Sending ribbons of anticipation through her as he inched her toward a release she was both desperate to feel and which she conversely held onto—because it felt so incredibly delicious to have him pulsating inside her, aggressively pushing them higher.
“Jude,” she gasped. “Oh, God.”
The erotic sensations swelled within her. He didn’t let up.
Kate whimpered and moaned as she moved with him.
“Ah, fuck, Kate…”
She felt the ripples of excitement within him as acutely as her own.
“You are everything I could ever want,” he told her. And he pumped more enthusiastically into her. Until Kate could barely breathe. Until all the sensations escalated and erupted and she cried his name.
Jude came with her, his hot seed flooding her pussy, searing her, branding her.
And making Kate wonder if she was ready to flush her birth control pills down the toilet…
She collapsed on top of Jude, her face burrowed in the crook of his neck, hiding her euphoric smile.
He wrapped his arms around her and said exactly what she’d been thinking: “Maybe it’s time to stop practicing, Kate. And actually get you pregnant.”
31
“Jesus, Kate.” Jude groaned. “I’m so sorry. That was the absolute worst thing to say.”
What the fuck had he been thinking?
As his breathing remained labored and Kate still laid on top of him, wisps of air blowing between her parted lips and teasing his skin as sensuously as an intimate caress, he wondered how the hell he’d made such a monumental mistake.
Maybe it’s time to stop practicing, Kate. And actually get you pregnant.
For God’s sake, they’d just gotten married and were trying to adopt a five-year-old victim of tragedy! And here he was, heaping one more thing on her, pushing her in the direction he wanted to go in, when he knew perfectly well Kate needed to take all these major steps in stride, in a manageable progression.
“I’m not pressing,” he hastily added. “I got swept away by the moment and—”
“You are thinking about it, though,” she murmured against his neck, where her face was buried.
“Of course, I’m thinking about it.” He’d never lie to her. “But I sure as hell wasn’t planning on saying it tonight. We have more than enough to contend with and our forward movement has been incredible, Kate. We’re working and traveling together. We’re married. And we will end up with Sophie…” He stroked a hand along her hair and down her spine. “I have more than I ever dreamed of, Kate. And it’s okay to not—”