cami. The first time he’d touched me, I’d been without panties. Now I wasn’t wearing a bra—the material too sensitive for my swelling chest. He’d think I was some sort of naughty trouble-maker.
And maybe that wasn’t so bad?
I nearly leapt off the couch as his fingers grazed my nipple. The bud hardened into a fierce pebble. Jude jerked his hand away as I gasped.
“Good?” he asked.
“Good.” Did the word have to tremble off my tongue? “Very good.”
His calloused hand was gentle as he cupped me. No one had ever been so delicate before, and my skin tingled from the brush of his fingers. His thumb rolled over my nipple, and I bit my lip to silence myself before everything I’d ever felt for Jude tumbled out.
I’ve dreamt of this moment.
Take me now.
I’ll be yours forever.
I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember.
I opted for a whimper instead. It worked just as well, fueling Jude’s smile. He grew bolder, gripping me tighter.
Now or never. I was having a lot of now or never moments lately. I’d revealed too many secrets because I had to, not because I wanted to. That ended now. Right here.
I rose to my knees and gripped the shirt. I tugged it free of my body and tossed it aside.
Jude softly swore. “Beautiful.”
“Touch me?”
“You don’t even have to ask.”
Jude surged towards me, but even that motion must have ached his injuries. It didn’t slow him. His lips captured mine once more before slowly drifting lower and lower. His heated breath warmed the hollow of my throat, and I gripped his shoulders as his daring tongue lapped a playful tease over my collarbone.
I sucked in a breath as he dipped low. His kiss warmed over my breast.
For once, I was glad my chest had swelled during this pregnancy. Jude swore a happy sound and kissed a path over the plump curve.
Could a running back get to second base? Maybe it was more like second down? I knew one thing. I wasn’t kicking him away at the end of this series.
His mouth curled over my nipple, and a shock of delight tore through me. I jolted straight, Jude groaned another grateful grunt, and I thrust more of my breast to him.
Wantonly.
Unapologetically.
As if the whoremones needed any more encouragement.
His tongue flicked over the bud, nibbling the aching tip. The greatest and most sensual experience of my life became a sweet torture, I crashed into Jude, pulling away from his mouth if only so I could taste his lips once more.
That didn’t ease the need in me. I groaned against him. Frustrated. Worse than a mood swing and more insistent than any craving.
I needed him. I needed something. Anything. My body practically hummed, but the humiliation of revealing those feelings seared away as every nerve in my body sparked alive.
And he understood.
Of course he understood. He was Jude. He was perfect.
All he wanted to do was help me.
This time, I’d ask for that help.
Jude’s hands wove over me, following the softness of my pants to graze the part of me that desired him the most.
“Just once,” I promised. “One. That’s all I need.”
“One? You sure?”
“One. Something overwhelming. Consuming. Something that will just shut my body up and let me think again. I can’t go on like this.”
“Like what?”
I groaned. “Like I’m waiting for one little push to send me over the edge. I’m so…desperate. I’ve been. All week. I can’t think. I can’t move. I can’t sleep. I know it’s the worst thing to say and do, but I need—”
I shuddered as Jude’s fingers rubbed over my own personal mute button. My body flinched in a perfect way, and I sucked in a harsh breath.
So did Jude.
He pulled away and massaged his knuckles.
“Damn it.” He squeezed his fist tight, but the motion obviously pained him. “I bruised my hand pretty bad during the game. Not sure I can…” He shrugged. “Wiggle my fingers.”
Tears nearly sprung to my eyes. This couldn’t be. Fate wasn’t that cruel.
And neither was Jude. His eyebrow rose. “I don’t need to use my hand.”
I swallowed. “I don’t think a Jedi mind trick will work.”
“No…but I could use my mouth.”
Oh. God.
The air rushed from my lungs.
Jude.
Between my legs.
Kissing. Licking.
Staring at me with those silver eyes.
I couldn’t. A touch was crazy enough. Stripping even more of a mistake.
“If you want it…” Jude whispered with a growl. “Just ask.”
“But that’s so…intimate.”
“Tell me someone’s done it for you before.”
“Not well.”
“Then it doesn’t count.”
Jude rose to his feet,