I didn’t protest when he grabbed my dress and lifted. Our lips broke momentarily, my hair falling back over my shoulders to tickle my half-exposed breasts. Jude glanced at the cream bra and matching satin panties, then growled when his mouth returned to mine. “I fucking love your mouth,” he rasped, then bent low, lips dragging over my chin to my chest. “And these fucking tits…” He tore the cups down to squeeze them, and I fell back against the door, my breathing embarrassingly loud.
