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  “Yes,” I murmured, leaning toward him. “Please.”

  Jude smiled and leaned forward to suck my bottom lip gently into his mouth. In the long, breathless kiss that followed my nipples hardened under the silky red blouse and my pussy began to get wet and hot. It had been a week and a half since we’d made love but my entire body ached for his. And since Jude was touching me, I knew that he knew it.

  “I ache for you too, beloved,” he murmured, kissing his way from my mouth to the sensitive spot beneath my ear. “Will you allow me to taste you again?”

  I knew he wasn’t talking about my mouth and desire flared along my nerve endings. “I don’t know,” I said, trying to think clearly while he was nibbling my neck. “Maybe…maybe we should take things slow.”

  “You promised you would allow me to earn back your trust,” he pointed out, breathing the words in my ear. “There can be no position more trusting than opening yourself for me and allowing me to taste your pussy.”

  “God,” I moaned as he began unbuttoning my blouse. “I don’t know, Jude. It just seems like…like if we’re not careful we’ll—”

  “Fall back in love?” He was on his knees now on the kitchen floor in front of me. “Luz, I never stopped loving you. Never stopped wanting you.”

  “I never stopped for you either,” I admitted with a sigh as he spread the blouse apart, baring my breasts. “Even when I thought…when I had the wrong idea about you.”

  “I am happy to correct your misconceptions.” He kissed the skin between my breasts and then nuzzled his face against me. “You’re so soft here. I love the scent of your skin.”

  I moaned again as he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and teased the other one by pinching it lightly. God, when he did that it felt like I had a direct circuit connecting my breasts and my sex. It made me incredibly wet to look down and see my nipple disappearing into his mouth. I buried my fingers in his thick blond hair and pressed my breasts up and out, offering myself to him.

  “Yes,” he whispered, releasing one nipple and nuzzling the other. “I like when you think like that, Luz. I like the idea of you offering yourself to me.”

  Knowing that he could read my mind while we touched so intimately was a surprising turn-on. It certainly answered any questions I might have had about why he was such an excellent lover. He could tell immediately what was working for me and what wasn’t.

  “Attention to detail is important too,” Jude murmured, releasing my other nipple. “And a great deal of patience.”

  I shook my head. “Don’t you ever get tired of taking it slow with me? Don’t you ever want to just fuck—hard and fast?”

  Jude’s eyes gleamed. “We may get to that eventually but why would I want to rush when your pleasure is also mine? I love to take my time, pushing you higher and higher until I feel you lose control.” He pulled back and put his hands on my hips, urging me to stand. Then he turned me to face the kitchen table and reached around to unbutton my skirt.

  I looked over my shoulder. “What…what are you doing?”

  “What do you think?” He gave me a slow smile, his eyes hooded with lust as he helped me step out of the skirt and pulled down the plain cotton panties I’d been wearing. “Do you trust me, Luz?”

  “Yes,” I whispered, biting my bottom lip. “I mean, I think so.”

  “Good. Then lean over the table and spread your legs.”

  I did as he asked, my heart thundering in my ears. Jude stayed where he was on the floor behind me, his big, warm hands stroking over my ass and thighs in a slow, soothing caress. I had never imagined it this way but the feeling of him behind me, of his hands on my skin and his breath warm against my legs, was strangely erotic.

  “Is this all right?” he murmured, kissing my inner thigh. “Your thoughts are chaotic. Do you mind being taken from behind?”

  “I-I don’t think so,” I whispered as he kissed me again.

  “Good,” he said again. “Then I need you to trust me even more. Spread your legs wider and arch your back so I can reach you.”

  I did as he said, biting my lower lip as I felt his mouth higher on my thighs. I hadn’t had a wax in a while and his warm breath stirred the sensitive curls that decorated my mound, making me shiver. I wondered if Jude liked me like this, more natural and less waxed within an inch of my life.

  “Oh yes, I like it very much,” he answered my thought. “I think you’re more sensitive this way.” He stroked my curls lightly with his fingertips and I gasped at the ticklish sensation. “See?” he murmured. Then I felt his big hands on me, his thumbs gently spreading my pussy lips to bare my slippery inner folds.

  It was different this time, maybe because of the unusual position. But after a few hot, open-mouthed kisses, Jude’s fingers took the place of his lips. He circled my clit with a single fingertip, using a slow, infinitely patient rhythm that had me gasping in no time. I wondered where his mouth had gone but I didn’t have to wait long to find out. I think I moaned his name as his tongue slipped inside me and then I was completely consumed by pleasure and couldn’t think straight anymore.

  Jude fucked me with his tongue for what felt like an eternity. And all the while his fingers were slipping over my swollen folds, teasing my throbbing clit until I thought I would explode. Was he trying to drive me crazy?

  “Yes,” I heard him murmur as he pulled away for a moment. “That is exactly what I am trying to do, Luz. I want to make you so hot you can’t help coming for me. Can you do that? Can you come while I eat your sweet pussy?”

  “God,” I moaned, my hips moving uncontrollably. “Yes, just don’t stop!”

  “I won’t stop until you come for me.” He went back to tongue-fucking me and his fingers began to move in a faster rhythm. I balled my hands into fists, wishing there was something to hold on to but the tabletop was slick wood with nothing to grab. All I could do was try to brace myself for the orgasm I could feel building like a storm cloud inside me.

  At last it came, drenching me in pleasure like a warm rain. I cried out, my hips bucking fiercely and knew that Jude could feel me contracting around him as the waves of sensation swept over me.

  He stayed with me for the duration, lapping and sucking, swallowing my honey eagerly and no doubt feeding from my pleasure as well. Surprisingly, the thought didn’t bother me in the least. Instead, I felt a warm kind of satisfaction knowing that the pleasure I felt was more than mine and that Jude was getting as much out of it as I was.

  “As much and more,” he murmured, stroking my thighs and giving me one last, lingering kiss. “Thank you for trusting me again, Luz.”

  “You’re welcome. Although it seems like I ought to be thanking you.” I turned around on shaky legs and almost fell. Quicker than thought, Jude caught me and settled into one of the high-backed kitchen chairs with me in his lap. Since I was straddling him, it reminded me of the time we’d spent together in my apartment. I wiggled against him, loving the feel of his hard shaft under the faded denim jeans he wore.

  “Mmm.” Jude kissed my mouth, sharing my flavor with me and making me hot all over again. “If you keep that up, I might ask you to trust me in a whole different way.”

  “What did you have in mind?” I knew we were getting in deeper and deeper but I couldn’t seem to care. All I knew was that I was on fire for him, that I couldn’t stop wanting him.

  “I can’t stop wanting you either,” he murmured, looking into my eyes. “I want to be inside you, Luz. I want to feel you coming around my cock the way you just did around my tongue.”

  I loved the way he told me exactly what he wanted and the way his eyes captured mine and wouldn’t let me go. “We shouldn’t,” I whispered, knowing that I wanted to anyway. “We have to be careful. The bond—”

  “Won’t be formed unless you take some of my blood,” Jude assured me, kissing me again. “You don’t have to worry, Luz. It’s safe for me to come inside you.”

  “God.” I bit my bottom lip again, feeling a surge of