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  My cheek tingled but that wasn’t the part of my body that consumed my attention now. I was liquid from the waist down, my legs trembling and my heart drumming against my ribs and all because he was close to me, touching me, tasting me. God, I wanted him!

  “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured and somehow his mouth found its way from my cheek to my lips and he was kissing me.

  I’m ashamed to admit I kissed him back. Everything I’d seen, everything I’d learned about him, was burned away like trash thrown into a fire. All I could see, all I could feel, was his big, hard body pressed against mine, his skin under my fingertips, his hands stroking up and down my sides, almost but not quite touching my breasts. The tips of his fangs grazed my tongue but despite the intensity of the kiss he didn’t draw blood. Not that I would have minded much at that point.

  At last he pulled away. “You’re healed,” he murmured, tracing my cheek, which still tingled faintly. “Not a mark on you.”

  “Th-thank you.” I could barely get the words out.

  “You’re welcome.” Jude pushed me against the wall and locked his gaze with mine, not letting me look away. “I want to taste you.” His voice was a low growl. “I want to lick you and suck you until you come for me.”

  I felt my breath catch in my throat. “I-I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

  “Fuck good ideas. I want you.”

  It was the first time I’d heard him really curse and for some reason the dirty word turned me on even more. I could barely breathe I wanted him so much.

  “All right but…but no biting.”

  “No biting,” he agreed. Then he knelt in front of me and started stripping away my jeans and underwear. It was the second time that night a man had done that and somewhere in my frazzled mind it occurred to me that this should make me upset—should cause some kind of a flashback. But the circumstances were so different—I wasn’t lying facedown on dirty concrete for one and for another, despite his urgency, Jude was being gentle.

  He got my jeans and panties pulled all the way down and I kicked them off along with the little white tennis shoes I’d been wearing all this time. Then, naked from the waist down, I watched as he nuzzled his face against my stomach.

  “So good…you smell so good, Luz.” The words were almost a groan. “You have no idea how much I want you. Spread yourself for me.”

  Trembling, I tried to do as he asked but Jude wasn’t satisfied with the results. He repositioned me with one leg over his broad shoulder, my back still flat against the wall for support. His big hands were under my buttocks, holding me in place as he pressed his face between my legs.

  I gasped out loud when his tongue parted the swollen folds of my pussy with one long, slow stroke from top to bottom.

  Jude looked up, his mouth already shiny with my juices. “Did I hurt you?”

  I shook my head. “No, I just…it feels so good.”

  His eyes were hooded. “I love to make you feel good.” He lowered his head and licked me again and then again. “You’re so wet and hot. I could come just from tasting you.”

  “God, oh, God!” I moaned as he covered my pussy with his mouth, sucking and licking and pressing his tongue inside me with hard, rhythmic thrusts. I had no idea how he kept from cutting me with his fangs—I could feel them pressing against the sensitive flesh on either side of my clit—but somehow he avoided bloodshed. But the two little sharp points of pain seemed to magnify my pleasure and suddenly, though it seemed he had barely begun, I was right on the edge.

  Jude seemed to sense it because he lifted my other leg and put it over his other shoulder. The he pressed me into the wall, his hands cradling and supporting me as he sucked my clit into his mouth and swirled it with his tongue, over and over teasing and tasting until I couldn’t stand it anymore.

  “God, Jude…please!” I buried my hands in his thick blond hair and pushed forward, grinding against his face shamelessly. It felt so good, so right. I couldn’t get enough of him, of the feel of his mouth on me. And then I was coming, shattering into a million pieces as he took me where I needed so badly to go.

  For the moment I was too sensitive to stand much more. Jude took the hint and pulled back when I twitched away from his seeking tongue. He lowered my legs from his shoulders and locked them around his waist instead. Then, lifting me easily, he carried me over to my worn green couch and settled onto it with me in his lap.

  “You’re all out of breath, Luz,” he murmured, smiling at me. “And I thought I was doing the hard work.”

  “Hard work, huh?” I grinned at him. “Are you saying I’m too heavy to lift?”

  He laughed. “You are as light as feather. And it’s work I would be happy to do every day.”

  “I don’t know about that. You’d wear me out.”

  Jude looked thoughtful. “I doubt it. But I would certainly have a long, pleasurable time trying to.” He stroked my hair and drew my face closer to his. “I would like to kiss you again. Do you mind?”

  I understood that he was asking if I minded him kissing me when his mouth was still wet with my juices. For some reason, the idea turned me on all over again and I shook my head, trying not to seem too eager. “No, it’s okay. I don’t mind.”

  “Good.” Jude cupped my cheek and leaned closer, pressing his lips lightly to mine. It was much the same way he’d kissed me earlier with one difference.

  “God.” I pulled back, looking at him. “I can taste myself on you.”

  He smiled. “Didn’t I tell you? You’re delicious.”

  This time when he leaned forward and took my mouth again, I pressed into the kiss, seeking my taste on his lips and tongue. It was sweet and salty and good and I couldn’t believe how deliciously erotic the flavor of my own juices were on his sensual mouth.

  By the time I had cleaned his lips and jaw thoroughly with my tongue, I could feel my desire building again. “More,” I whispered hungrily. “I want more.”

  “I’ll give you more.” One of his large hands disappeared between my legs and I looked down to see him stroking along the heated surface of my inner pussy, spreading my lips and diving deep to gather my juices. I moaned and Jude thrust into me briefly with two long, strong fingers before raising them to my face and painting my lips with my own honey.

  I moaned at the strangely erotic act and then he was kissing me once more, sharing the taste of me all over again, making me so hot I could barely breathe. God, could you come from kissing? I was beginning to wonder. And then Jude clamped down on my hips and pulled me lower until I felt the hard ridge of his cock under the faded jeans he wore. The thick length of him spread me, opening my pussy lips and grinding against my sensitive clit in just the right way.

  I was already right on the edge again and the gentle but urgent rocking rhythm he quickly established pushed me closer and closer. I moaned into his mouth, feeling myself build to a peak for second time that night.

  Jude never stopped kissing me. He just kept pressing up, rolling his hips in that wonderful rhythm and I knew if the worn jeans hadn’t been between us he would have been inside me, filling me completely.

  “Jude…Jude.” I couldn’t stop moaning his name and he swallowed my cries eagerly as he pumped against me. Then he stopped kissing me and pulled me close so that my forehead rested against his own.

  “Just like this,” he murmured hoarsely. “Look into my eyes when you come. I want to watch you come apart completely, Luz.”

  I looked into his eyes, which were pale green one minute and burning red the next. But I was too far gone to worry about that. I was falling over the brink of orgasm again, feeling a warm wave of pleasure envelop me as Jude held me close and pushed me over the edge at the same time until at last, I collapsed, panting in his arms.

  It took a while to catch my breath but when I did, I looked up to see Jude watching me with an unreadable expression on his face. When he saw me looking at him, he smiled.

  “What are you thinking?”

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