Page 151 of Saving Tatum (Trace + Olivia 4)

He lowered his head, swirling his tongue around my nipple, and then showing attention to the other.

I whimpered from the delicious pain as he lightly bit it. Fuck, he knew what he was doing. I was going to have to get over my embarrassment and read a book or something so I could show him the same kind of attention, because he deserved it.

He quieted my cries with a kiss when I came. When my body stopped shaking he pulled out and I whimpered.

He climbed off the bed and grabbed my ankles. I yelped as he pulled me down the bed and turned me over. He smacked his palm lightly against my ass and I let out a squeal. “Jude!” I gasped with surprise.

His only reply was a chuckle. Figures.

He smoothed his hand over the spot he just smacked. “I couldn’t resist.”

He grasped my hips, positioning me the way he wanted. His fingers found my folds and then I felt his…cock—maybe if I started thinking the dirty words more then they’d stop feeling so…well, dirty—nudge my entrance.

He slid in all the way and my gasp was so loud that he gave my ass another light smack. “Quiet, Tate.” He warned.

“Feels so good,” I hummed, turning my head so I could see him behind me. He stood so strong and powerful, but his hands touched me gently.

He leaned down so his chest covered my back. He grabbed my hair, pulling it away from my face. “You said slow, then fast, so get ready, Tate. I’m not holding back.”

Oh, the look in his eyes. It was full of mischief and excitement. I felt my groin tighten around him. “Yes,” I gasped. “Please. Hard. Fast. Now.” Apparently I could only speak in one-word sentences at the moment. Jude didn’t seem to mind, though.

He lifted up and grasped my hips.

He slid out of me and back in roughly. The headboard banged against the wall and I would’ve thought it was funny if I wasn’t too preoccupied focusing on the way his body felt joining mine.

Holy fuck, I really loved this position and wondered why we hadn’t tried it before. He was so deep and hit something inside me every time he pushed into me.

“Fuck, Tate,” he growled and his fingers dug into my hips harder. My legs began to shake. I turned my head further so I could watch him.

His head was bowed back, his eyes closed, and his mouth slightly parted. The muscles in chest and stomach flexed and rippled with every movement. Watching him like he was now, I realized he’d been holding back on me. He hadn’t wanted to push me too far, but this time he was letting go and taking what he wanted, and I fucking loved that I could give it to him.

He pulled out, stroking himself and then sticky warmth covered my back. He collapsed beside me with a grunt.

“Jesus.” He groaned.

“My name’s Tate,” I retorted with a lazy smile.

He cracked his eyes open. “Such a wise ass,” he chuckled. He reached over, running his index finger along my lips. “You’re lucky I love this smart mouth of yours so much.”

“Is that so?” I asked, stifling a yawn. After our lovemaking I was exhausted. My lids lowered with the threat of sleep.

“Mhmm,” he nodded, looking as tired as I felt. “Don’t move,” he warned, rising from the bed. He pulled on his boxers and headed into the hall.

He returned a moment later with a damp cloth and wiped off my back.

“There,” he murmured, leaning further up my body to kiss the back of my neck.

I rolled over to face him as he tossed the cloth in a hamper.

He opened a drawer on his dresser and grabbed a shirt. He tossed it at me and I managed to catch it, despite the fact that my tired body didn’t want to move. I slipped the long-sleeved shirt over my head, reveling in how it smelled like him. I nearly drowned in it though. I knew when I stood the length would nearly hit my knees.

Jude climbed onto the bed beside me. He pushed the covers down and then pulled them over us. He spooned my body against his and yawned. “Nap time.”

“What about dinner with my dad?” I rolled over to face him, suddenly alert.

He lifted his head so he could see the clock that rested on the nightstand. “We have plenty of time,” he assured me. “Now roll back over,” he tickled my side, “so I can hold you.”

I did as he said, not because he was being bossy, but because I wanted to. I’d become used to Jude wrapping his body around mine as we drifted off to sleep.

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