When Judge nipped at Tex’s thumb, causing him to hiss, I was about three seconds from throwing myself at them. I forced myself to stay rooted to the spot. Tex lifted his other hand, and pressed it hard into Judge’s face, his thumbs running along the line of his cheekbones, cupping the knife-edge points of his jaw. “Are you satisfied now?” Judge said in a low, purring voice. Oh damn. Tex shook his head. “Not yet.” Judge let out a chuckle that was one hundred percent sex, a hint of danger edging his words. “Hmm, what’s stopping you then?”
