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They were heaven.

My spine arched as his hands stroked my ass.

When his mouth went to my nape, he drew a deep breath before freezing mid-inhale.

He shot upright.

One sinewed hand went to the bedside table and turned on the lamp.

His jade eyes locked with mine.

We stared at each other as time seemed to slow to a standstill.

‘Sofia?’ his ragged whisper cut the silence. ‘The hell?’

Shame hit hard then.

I’d let it get this far; I allowed him to think, half asleep, that he was with someone else.

I scrambled away from him, face flushed, eyes down, holding the sheets up over my exposed breasts.

‘I’m so sorry, I. -’

‘Wait,’ he rasped. ‘Look at me.’

I did, slowly, shaking, waiting for his judgment.

I found his gaze on me, heated, scorching, yet also amused.

‘Did you like it?’

I blinked in shock.

‘So far, yes.’

‘You want more?’

I jolted at his seductive drawl, then realized we were way past reason.

My tits were heaving; I was so wet for him.

As for Jude, his muscled chest was undulating, the ridge of his shaft evident under the sheet.

He was so beautiful, and I convulsed as I stared at his rippling deltoids, sinewed upper body, his ink, the tiny hairs above his crotch.

‘I do, Jude,’ I whispered, despite the pounding in my ribs.

He reached for me and pushed me back onto the mattress and hovered over me, his hips rocking into me, his turgid, hard heat pressing against my stomach.

‘You sure?’ he asked with a groan, his jaw tight as I shifted my hips to bring him closer.

‘You want me, and I want you, so yes, please,’ I urged.

‘Don’t get shirty with me in the morning,’ he muttered, his focus locking on me even as he pulled away to shuck his shorts.

‘I won’t,’ I promised, my mouth going dry at the sight of his shaft, thick, pulsing, and like most of him, shaped and tapered, sculpted with beauty.

Damn.