Take Me (Take Me Series Book 1) Page 7

  Kate rationally knew losing herself in Jude wasn’t the smartest thing a woman could do. But she was wise enough to comprehend she had absolutely no power over how her body responded to this man.

  She shoved his suit jacket over his broad shoulders and down his bulging biceps. Then she was suddenly loosening his tie and pulling it from around his neck. Ripping open the flap so that buttons flew everywhere.

  How incredibly liberating!

  Jude mumbled, “I’m going to fuck you hard, Kate. Every way you can imagine.”

  “Yes,” she whispered against his hot flesh, her lips whisking over his chest, her tongue glancing over one of his small nipples.

  “Goddamn it.” His voice was deep, his tone thick with desire. “The bed might have to wait.”

  His fingers deftly worked the hidden clasp at her shoulder and he peeled away the bodice of her dress. His hands gripped her upper arms and he held her steady as he kissed her, her bare breasts pressed below the defined ledge of his pecs.

  Kate had no concept of time, space, reality… Everything faded into nonexistence as Jude kissed her with the kind of passion she’d only ever read about. Seen in movies. Not experienced in real life, where nothing else registered, nothing else mattered. Not her family or all the shortcomings she’d spent years vacillating between atoning for…or letting go of.

  In this moment, with Jude, there were no shortcomings. Not that she could calculate, anyway, given Jude’s reaction to her. His raw heat, his sharp breaths, his aggressive hold on her...

  Kate had the feeling he could completely obliterate her with his intensity. Something that should worry her. Later.

  Much later.

  For this one evening, she was willing to give Jude everything. Every little piece of her.

  She’d have to sort through all the fragmentations come morning, of course. But right now…

  She tore her mouth from his and said, “I’m not naked yet.”

  His jaw clenched. Then his hands pushed at the material bunched around her waist and the dress pooled at her feet. Jude sank to his knees before her and Kate gasped.

  She had no delusions that one of his fantasies starred her in that exact position in front of him. Taking him into her mouth. But it was Jude who once more had his mouth on her, his lips and tongue gliding over her hypersensitive flesh, along her inner thigh that quivered and up to the heart of her.

  Kate’s fingers twisted in his lush, onyx hair.

  “Do it again,” she quietly urged.

  A breath later, his fingers spread her slick folds and the tip of his tongue fluttered over her clit.

  Kate’s grip on him tightened, her fingers coiling in his strands of hair, the other hand at his shoulder, her nails dipping into solid muscle.

  She lifted a leg and placed her high-heeled foot on the seat of the chair next to her, widening her stance. Jude took full advantage, his technique morphing from the flutter to more masterful and longer strokes of his tongue that had tremors shooting through Kate’s legs. Her breaths come in shallow pants.

  When Jude suckled deep, she cried out. He was relentless…driving Kate wild. Pushing her right to the edge. A powerful climax took her and she called Jude’s name as she came.

  Her pulse pounded in her ears and her heart hammered. The trembling of her legs had Jude straightening and sweeping her into his arms.

  Kate had never actually been carried to a bedroom, but that was exactly what Jude did. He placed her in the center of the king-sized mattress with its plush, elegant covers, the silvery moonlight streaming in through the partially drawn drapes.

  Kate’s gaze fixated on Jude’s tattoo. She opened her mouth, but Jude silenced her with a look. And said, “Don’t ask me about this tonight, Kate. I can’t think about anything but you.” He unfastened his belt and popped the button on his suit pants. “I need you, Kate. Like nothing I’ve ever known before.”

  She nodded. Scooted to the edge of the bed and reached for him. Kate slid his zipper down its track, the sound echoing enticingly in the quiet room. She worked his pants and briefs over his hips and down his thighs, freeing him. The material dropped to the floor while Kate’s gaze homed in on his thick cock, her heartrate accelerating.

  Her fingertips glided over his erection and she felt his excitement pulsating against her hand. She leaned in and her tongue glanced over the head of his cock. Jude swore under his breath. Kate’s pulse raced.

  “Take me deep, Kate,” he insisted. “Suck me hard.”

  9

  Kate drew him in slowly, teasingly. Then did precisely as he’d commanded, sucking deep, making him harder. So damn hard.

  “Oh, fuck,” Jude said on a groan. His hands plowed through her hair, releasing curls from their pins. His fingers twined with the long, silky strands and he held her head in place while she pleasured him.

  Jude had the insistent urge to buck his hips, but retained some control, savoring the feel of her velvety tongue on his skin and her glossy lips stroking as her head bobbed and she pulled him in further with each measured movement.

  When she palmed his balls, Jude had to focus all his energy on not erupting in her mouth. She was fucking incredible. More sensational than every fantasy he’d had of her.

  At this moment, Kate was real and as into this intimate act as Jude was, both of them connecting on a base, carnal level that had his blood turning to magma and roaring through his veins.

  “Kate, don’t make me come.”

  She was close to doing just that. And, yes, Jude wanted to release the tether and let that heady rush blaze through him.

  He also wanted to lose himself in her, forget everything including his name and all that haunted him as she squeezed him tight.

  So he kept himself in check for the moment. Gently eased her away with his hands on her shoulders.

  “Kate.” He could hear the strain in his tone. “I need to be inside you.”

  He guided her back onto the bed and she rested on her elbows, gazing seductively at him. Her curls spilled down her back and over her shoulders.

  Jude positioned himself on his knees, between her gorgeous, parted legs. Luckily, he’d divested her of her thong in the limo.

  His fingers glided over her clit, rubbing quickly. With his other hand, he slipped two fingers inside her and stroked feverishly, until Kate was whimpering and writhing.

  Jude added a third finger and worked her a bit faster. Her back arched. Her moans became sharper, breathier. Making him crazed with lust and longing.

  “I want you wet, Kate. Dripping. For me.”

  His fingers slid along her slick walls and her hips lifted, meeting his strokes. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her hard nipples tempting him. Jude leaned forward and his mouth sealed to one, his tongue teasing the point tauter.

  “Jude,” she murmured. “Oh, God. That feels so good.”

  His fingers pumped more aggressively.

  Kate’s breath caught. Her back bowed even more.

  “Jude…”

  He kept up the wicked fingering.

  “Oh, yes.” She gasped. “Oh, God yes…Jude!”

  Her inner muscles contracted around his fingers seconds before she cried out again. He felt every ounce of her sudden release—all the fervent shudders running through her as she quaked, and rasping breaths fell from her lips.

  Endless moments slid by. Jude couldn’t take his gaze from her flushed skin, her heaving chest, her glowing eyes.

  Her head fell back on her shoulders and she let out a long, sultry moan.

  “Good Lord,” she muttered in a throaty tone. “That is so fantastic…”

  Jude gave her a few more moments to recover. He encircled his cock with his hand, using her cream on his fingers to stroke himself.

  Kate lifted her head and she watched him, one corner of her mouth quivering.

  While it revved him to see her so spellbound, it really got the testosterone flowing when she moved in on him, between his legs while he shifted onto his back.
She took him in her mouth again, sucking him deep and making him groan.

  “Kate… You get me going a little too much, sweetheart.” He guided her up his body. There were condoms in a crystal dish on the nightstand and he reached for one. Sheathed himself. Then he was easing her onto him, filling her inch by inch. She sighed and moaned…and dug her nails into his chest.

  “Jude,” she said on a wisp of air.

  “I’ll try to go slow, Kate.”

  “I don’t want you to go slow, Jude.”

  His balls tightened. His gut clenched.

  “What do you want, Kate?”

  “I want you to fuck me. Like you said you would.”

  “Goddamn, Kate…” Jude shifted once more, until she was on her hip with his arm secured around her. He buried himself to the hilt within her, driving deep and fast.

  Kate’s hips lifted and rolled with his thrusts. She clenched him tight.

  “Like that, Kate. Christ,” he growled. “Just like that.”

  Her legs twined around his waist and her palm flattened on the mattress, giving her extra leverage as she matched his demanding tempo. Her other hand clasped his shoulder.

  Jude’s lips glided over her throat, up to that spot he’d discovered in the limo. He nipped her skin just below her ear.

  “That makes me even hotter for you,” she whispered.

  Jude fucked her harder, loving the feel of her, the smell of her. The way she took everything he gave her. The sexy sounds slipping from her lips.

  Jude had wanted her for so long…and the wait had been well worth it.

  “Jude,” she murmured in a raspy voice. “I’m going to come.”

  “Yes,” he ground out. “Again and again, Kate.”

  His gaze was on her as he pushed her higher. His hand covered her breast, massaging roughly, his thumb whisking over her pebbled nipple.

  “You are so damn beautiful,” he told her. “And so damn tight. So wet for me.”

  “Jude.” Her entire body tensed. “Oh, God. Oh, yes… Jude!”

  He felt the quaking throughout her as she climaxed, milking his cock, testing his restraint.

  “Kate,” he muttered. “You feel better than anything I’d ever imagined.” And Jude wanted to keep her coming.

  He leaned into her, causing her to stretch out on the bed, with him on top of her. He captured her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue tangling with hers.

  His hand slid around to her ass and he palmed a cheek, angling her slightly as he thrust into her. His chest pressed to hers, her silky skin taunting him further.

  Kate raised her hands above her head and clasped the edge of the mattress as she absorbed his forceful movements.

  Her sharp whimpers and gyrating hips pushed him toward the precipice, but Jude held on, wanting these sensational moments with Kate to last forever.

  His hips jerked, and Kate murmured, “Yes. Right there. Oh. God… Right. There.”

  Jude stroked that magical spot within her and Kate shattered all around him.

  “Oh, fuck, Kate.” She held him in a vise grip and Jude was damn close to losing it.

  He let her ride out the release. Then she began moving with him again, slowly, her breathing still ragged slivers of air that blew enticingly over his flesh.

  Every single thing about Kate registered in his mind…straight to his core, even. Her uninhibited responses to him, her unchecked desire, her unleashed passion.

  Christ, the woman possessed an enthusiastic intensity that mirrored his own when it came to her, increasing the pleasure between them and keeping Jude soaring. And craving more.

  His hand on her ass shifted, the tip of a finger gathering some of her cream where they were joined. Then that finger rimmed her anus.

  “Jude, no,” she said in a shocked tone.

  “Yes, Kate,” he insisted. “I want you to come as hard as I’m about to.”

  He drove deep once more and his finger sank in. She cried out. Clutching him firmly again.

  “That’s so fucking good, Kate.” He pumped into her.

  “Jude… Don’t stop. Oh, my God... Do not stop!”

  10

  Her long legs remained wrapped around him, her body sealing with his as her hips lifted to meet his powerful thrusts. Her whimpers of ecstasy echoed around them.

  Jude’s cock throbbed and his pulse raged. He had no idea how he kept his shit together when Kate was making him so damn insane and he was desperate for his own release. But he wanted her to fall over that edge with him.

  “Oh, God,” she sobbed. “I’m going to come again.”

  “Yes,” he urged. “Now, Kate. Come now. Let me feel it.”

  Her thighs nearly squeezed the air right out of him. Her hips rose further. One of her hands clasped his upper arm once more.

  “Now, Kate,” he commanded.

  “Yes… Oh. God. Yes!”

  She erupted…taking Jude with her.

  He called her name as the sensations ignited and the firestorm burned through him.

  Nothing else existed for Jude. Just the ultimate rush of freefalling with Kate.

  For better or for worse…

  “Jude,” Kate said in a hoarse voice. “What did you do to me?”

  Her entire body was singed, through and through. Her pulse points throbbed with a vibrant energy, but the rest of her was ash. She couldn’t move, like there was absolutely nothing left of her.

  Jude was sprawled alongside her, his breaths jagged, primal heat radiating from him. In her peripheral vision, she saw that he stared up at the artistic, gilt-accented ceiling. He said, “I might need to be treated for a newly developed addiction, Doc.”

  “Which would be?”

  “Making you scream my name.”

  A scorching blaze flared within her once more.

  “I had no idea I could be so vocal.”

  “That’s because no one has done to you the things I did. The things I still intend to do to you…”

  “Really, Jude, you could be a little less scandalous and I’d still be mind-blown.”

  He chuckled, the sexy sound reverberating within her. “Glad to hear I rocked your world.”

  “You’re entitled to the ego trip. You sufficiently incinerated me.”

  “That’s some volatile chemistry we share.”

  Kate’s head rolled to the side and she regarded him a moment. He had a prominent visage, even as a profile. A set jaw and chiseled features. His corded neck gave way to strong shoulders and an expansive chest. His pecs were beautifully sculpted, tempting Kate to sweep her lips over his smooth, tanned skin and trace the grooves of his abdomen with the tip of her tongue.

  Without a second thought, Kate propped herself up on an elbow, her plump curls cascading over her shoulder. She splayed her palm over Jude’s chest.

  “I now fully understand Britney Collins’ excitement when she was with you,” Kate said. “I had the overwhelming desire to claw you myself.”

  “You did claw me, Kate. And I fucking loved it. But…it was just oral with Britney—I told you that. I swear it didn’t go any further.”

  “Hell of a wicked tongue you possess.”

  He tore his gaze from the ceiling and speared her with a serious look. “No more mention of Britney. That night… It was different, Kate. Different than tonight. Everything before tonight was different.”

  “How so?”

  “None of those women were you, Kate.”

  She sucked in a breath.

  Jude continued. “Admit it. We couldn’t get enough of each other. And we’re not done.”

  “Jude.” She gave a slight shake of her head. “It was just sex, remember? Serving a purpose for us both. But…it was just this once.”

  He groaned. “You keep telling yourself that the next time I’m inside you. And the time after that.”

  Kate’s clit tingled. Not a good reaction by any means, because it indicated she liked hearing Jude say he intended to fuck her again. And again.

  She sh
ifted away, planning to slip from the bed. But Jude’s hand shot out and he grabbed her forearm, pulling her toward him again.

  “No retreating.” He kissed her, keeping her riveted right where she was. “I want to know something about you, Kate.”

  “Jude.” Now, she said his name with a hint of exasperation. Her gaze dropped to his mouth and she gave a slight pout. “Kissing me isn’t going to sway me. I told you there’d be no dissecting me this evening.”

  “Wanna bet?” His mouth sealed to hers again. So possessively, so electrifyingly, Kate innately knew she wasn’t going to win this battle. When he pulled a tiny bit away, so that she felt his breath on her cheek and inhaled his expensive cologne, he said, “I want to know what happened with you and Lexington.”

  “Oh,” she said. “Is that all?” She leaned into him to nip his lip. “That’s really quite simple.”

  Jude eased back against the mound of pillows. She pouted some more.

  “Playing hard to get after you’ve pursued me so aggressively?” She crooked a brow at him.

  “I don’t want us to get too distracted at the moment.”

  “Then I’ll make this quick. After we graduated high school, Andrew went to Harvard. I went to Princeton. We both returned home our first winter break and I chose not to pretend we’d somehow make a long-distance relationship work, that it was what I wanted. It wasn’t, and I owned up to that.” She scooted closer to him. “I believe I just earned myself another kiss.”

  He smirked at her. And it was damn sexy.

  His lips swept over hers as he surmised, “You disappointed your family in the process?”

  “His as well. But…” She sighed. “I’m used to disappointing these people. They wish I was someone I can’t be; at least, not without compromising my own integrity.”

  Jude stared at her. Raked a hand through his disheveled hair and told her, “I do respect that, Kate.”

  She smiled at him, her heart melting. “Thank you, Jude. I don’t hear that often, not when it comes to all the Stockman complications.”

  His hand left his hair and threaded through hers. He cupped the back of her head and coaxed her to him again. “I think you’re incredible, Kate.”