Page 149 of Saving Tatum (Trace + Olivia 4)

You couldn’t see them from far away, but when you were face to face like we were now there were small freckles sprinkled across his nose and more over the tops of his shoulders. I thought they were adorable and gave him a boyish quality. But honestly, I loved everything about Jude because I loved him. Inside and out.

“You like those do you?” He smoothed his thumb over my cheek.

I nodded, biting my lip. “As much as you love my dimple.”

“That’s a lot then.” He chuckled warmly. His voice lowered and he murmured, “Now, where were we.”

He closed the distance between us, kissing me sweetly.

My body turned to liquid as his hands rubbed my body.

“Jude,” I gasped between our lips, “please.”

“Tell me what you want.” He nibbled my lips with his teeth and massaged the nape of my neck. “Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”

“You,” I breathed, my eyes closing, “only you.”

He flipped me onto my back and eased my shirt off of my head. His movements weren’t rushed. “You have me, baby.” He growled low in his throat as he peppered kisses over my stomach.

My body squirmed against him and he pressed a hand against my chest to still my movements. He chuckled as his hot breath blew against the top of my shorts, making my hips buck. “Simmer down, Tate. I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.”

Oh, God.

With his hand on mine he undid the button and zipper on my shorts and started to pull them down. I shimmied my hips a bit to help him.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that, right?” He stared up at me with hooded brown eyes.

“I know you make me feel beautiful.” I gasped as his fingers parted my underwear and slipped inside me.

I fisted the comforter between my hands and hissed between my teeth.

“Don’t ever forget that, baby,” he murmured, and then his mouth was on me.

Sweet mother of all things holy!

My brain short-circuited from all the nerves tingling in my body.

“Jude,” I moaned, squirming against him as his tongue laved at my center. My fingers delved into his hair and I wasn’t sure if I was trying to pull him closer or push him away. “Jude,” I tried to find my voice again, but it was barely above a pant. “I need you. Naked. Now.”

He chuckled, his body vibrating against me and I almost came right then.

“My sweet Tate is so impatient today, but baby,” his voice lowered further and he looked up at me with darkened eyes, “you’re going to have to find some patience, because this isn’t going to be quick.” His lips quirked up, promising delightful and devilish things.

“Can we do slow and then fast?” I begged, not even caring that my tone sounded whiney.

He bit my thigh and I yelped. With a smirk, he shrugged, “Whatever you want,” and then his mouth was on me once more.

My breaths filled the air as I struggled to hold on, but the way he was working his tongue…well, I was a goner. A small scream escaped me as my body shook and then he was on top of me, his hand over my mouth.

“Shh,” he soothed, “let’s not scare the old man downstairs.”

My cheeks colored with embarrassment. I’d totally forgotten where we were and that his grandpa was downstairs. In actuality the house was large enough that there really was no concern of him hearing us, but that thought didn’t stop me from feeling uncomfortable.

“Sorry,” Jude nuzzled my neck, “I didn’t mean to kill the mood.” His fingers ventured back down and my thoughts from before disappeared. I was pretty sure he could use sex to make me forget anything. “You have the sweetest pussy,” he growled, pushing his fingers further into me. “You feel and taste so fucking good.”

My cheeks colored at his words.

Jude raised his head and smirked when he saw the blush staining my cheeks. “Does my dirty talk embarrass you? ‘Cause baby, that’s not even as dirty as it gets.”

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