Page 109 of Jude

‘Mi alma, I’ve never been more sure of anything.’

A wave of relief washed over me as I lowered my head and pressed my mouth to hers.

The kiss was a slow, deep collision of heat and steel, her lips parting with a soft gasp as she threaded her fingers into my jacket.

The electric jolt arced through me, and my breath hitched.

‘Judah.’

Her moan undid me as did her mouth, velvet and wine-soaked on my lips.

I deepened the pressure, my tongue tracing the seam of her lips, lost in her.

Trailing my lips to her nape, she whimpered when my hands slid up under her blouse to cup her tits and flick her nipples.

She moaned, and I sensed my calloused fingers from strumming my guitar were rough, delicious, yet gentle on her skin, arousing her.

I moved my other hand to the back of her head as our kiss deepened, then I cupped her ass, wanting her so much.

When I tore my mouth from hers, I found her eyes on me, jolting at the heat in her gaze.

I loved the sensual gleam, the parted lips, and her heaving chest, loving that her passion for me was unguarded.

I was losing my grip here, my mind spinning until she reached for my face and stroked my chin.

‘I need you, Jude, now please.’

‘So needy,’ I rasped, amped up by her words.

My hand slid down to take her hotel keycard.

I unlocked the timber door and pushed it open, into our suite.

I guided her inside her bedroom and shut the world out behind us, locking the deadbolt.

I gazed down into her face, ready to ravage her, wanting her with a surge of volcanic need.

I picked her up, her arms looping around my neck as I carried her to the bed.

Swept away by the scent of vanilla on her skin and the soft, breathless sound of my name on her lips, I kissed with savage desire.

Once on the duvet, she reached for my shirt and pants, helping me strip them off even as I undressed her.

When her hands glided over my body, and her hot fingers stroked my cock, I bucked, almost losing it.

‘Damn, woman,’ I growled, slipping off her panties, ‘I won’t last long this way.’

Her eyes smoldered as I threw her underwear aside and she moved over me, reaching for my scorching hard cock and pumping me.

‘I want to get you off, husband,’ she whispered.

I huffed as I gave in to her sensual jacking, burying my head in her nape, one hand in my hair, the other playing with her nipples. ‘You know I love it too, your hands all over me.’

‘I want more,’ she went on as she kept working my length, stroking, tightening, and squeezing with sensuous delight, and with such pleasure I groaned.

‘I need you inside me,’ she uttered, ‘now!’

My heart swelled with emotion as her lips glided over my jawline, earlobe, throat, and chest.