Pulling him down over me, I lifted his shirt, wanting my hands to comb every inch of his skin. I kissed him with a tenacity I’d never felt before, needing so much more. I wanted his skin on mine, his body connected to mine, his mouth forever on mine. “Red.” Jude lifted his head, breathing heavily. I tried to bring him back, but he couldn’t be moved. He just stared at me with that infuriating amusement. Amusement that soon dripped away, revealing something that looked a lot like fear and adoration in its wake. “Red, I…”
