My hand slapped over my mouth as a garbled moan left it, and my legs tried to squeeze Jude’s beautiful head. I hadn’t realized I’d closed my eyes until I opened them to find him gazing down at me once more. “You’re fucking delicious.” I was breathing as though I’d just ran a half marathon. His eyes darted to my breasts, and he dropped low to capture a beaded nipple, dampening the cotton of my tank with his mouth.
