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She let it slide down her arms and to the floor.

He touched her hair the way he had before, sliding his hand down the length of it and then holding a handful of it and staring at it in awe.

She felt beautiful. And desirable. And so excited she could barely take a full breath. She wanted him naked, so she went for his towel, untucking it and then drawing it open and letting it drop.

He was already mostly erect.

Eve gave a little squeak of surprise when Jude grabbed her and swung her up onto the bed, diagonal on the foot of the mattress so she wasn’t lying on the dress she’d spread out earlier. He climbed on top of her, kissing the side of her neck and then kissing down to her breasts.

He gave them some good attention, and it didn’t take long until she was as aroused as he was. She folded her arms next to her face so she could grip the bedding above her head. Whenshe started squirming beneath him, he fingered between her legs and made a pleased, throaty sound when he discovered she was wet.

Really wet for so little foreplay.

He pumped with his fingers and suckled her breast until he’d brought her to a quick orgasm. She smothered her little moans against one of her arms as her body rode out the spasms of release.

He was smiling when he lifted his head. He gazed down hungrily at her hot face, messy hair, and bare breasts.

“Why are you smiling so smugly?” she asked.

“Am I smug?”

“It sure looks like you are.”

“Well, you came pretty damn fast.”

“And you think you deserve any credit for that?”

He chuckled. “Maybe a little credit?”

“Maybe,” she said, trying not to giggle in response to his mood. She liked him like this. Warm and fond and unguarded. Maybe he was only like this in bed. “But I think I deserve most of the credit for my own orgasms.”

“Agreed,” he murmured, lowering to nuzzle the crook of her neck before rubbing his beard against her cheek. “You came beautifully, Eve. You might think you’re not sexy, but you’re so sweet and soft and responsive.”

Her inner muscles clenched in excitement at the words. She made a silly whimper and rolled her hips.

He slid his fingers back inside her, watching her face as he kept speaking. “I can’t remember anything that’s made me feel better than giving you pleasure. And I think you need to come again.”

She couldn’t keep her head still. Her whole body was tightening over the rising sensations. His fingers inside herweren’t moving, so they were a tantalizing torment, a deep compulsion.

“Jude,” she gasped, clutching at the bedding above her head, the position lifting her breasts.

“Look at you,” he said thickly, his eyes devouring her outstretched body. “You’re gripping my fingers so tight. You need this so badly.”

“Uh… huh.” She arched and tossed her head.

“You’re doing so good. You’re going to come so hard.”

She couldn’t hold back any longer. She rocked her hips, trying to ride his fingers and get the friction she desperately needed.

“There you go. That’s it. This is what you’ve needed. Take everything you want.”

Another climax rose quickly as she worked her body. She arched her neck back and opened her mouth widely with a cry that made no noise as her channel spasmed intensely around Jude’s fingers.

He kept murmuring out rough encouragements until she finally fell still, gasping as her body softened deliciously. He was smiling when she managed to focus back on his face.

She couldn’t help but return the smile, both pleased and almost embarrassed by how eager she’d been when she wasn’t normally like that.

“Thank you,” she told him breathlessly. “That was… amazing.”