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was threatening to get the better of him.
    “Do whatever you want to do.” Jude leaned back and cradled Whitley’s face in both hands. “Do whatever feels right.” Then very slowly, as if seeking permission, he lowered his head and pressed their lips together.
    Whitley knew the kiss was meant to be tender, to soothe and calm him. The first brush of Jude’s lips was like an electric jolt to his groin, though, and he responded on instinct, flinging his arms around Jude’s neck and dragging him closer. More, more, more!
    He crushed his mouth hard to Jude’s, not so much teasing the seam of his mate’s lips with his tongue, but prying them open so that he could thrust inside to taste the warm, sweet depths hidden within.
A feral growl spilled out of him when Jude opened easily, not resisting him in the least, and his moist tongue darted out to tangle with Whitley’s.
    If he’d thought Jude smelled amazing, it was nothing compared to the man’s taste. Warm and rich, though slightly sweet, it reminded him of his morning coffee—two sugars and lots of cream, just the way he liked it.
    Wanting—no, needing —to be closer, Whitley pulled on Jude’s neck, practically climbing the man’s body as he plunged his tongue in and out of his mate’s mouth, taking rather than asking for what he wanted. Jude didn’t complain, though. He wrapped one arm around Whitley’s waist and hoisted him higher so that he could wrap his legs around the shifter’s lean hips.
    His naked cock slid over the warm, corrugated expanse of Jude’s abs as he grinded against him and continued to lay claim to his mouth.
    It was erotic, passion-fueled, mind-blowing, and unlike anything Whitley had ever experienced. If kissing the man could make him feel that good, what would it be like to finally have Jude inside him?
    He didn’t know how long they stood in the middle of the room, kissing and exploring with their hands. So lost in the taste and feel of the man in his arms, Whitley didn’t immediately realize they’d moved until he felt himself falling and the softness of the bed against his back.
    Jude still held him close, even as he pinned him against the mattress and covered him from head to hips. His knees bracketed Whitley’s, and he pushed himself up just far enough to begin working Whitley’s jeans down his thighs.
    There was an urgency in Jude’s movements that excited him.
    Even if it was only because of the mating heat, no one had ever wanted him the way Jude did. Groans and growls rolled up from his chest and poured into Whitley’s mouth as their tongues continued to duel. Jude’s massive frame shook with his desire as he used his hands
and even his feet to push the denim off Whitley’s ankles so that the jeans fell to the floor.
    “Tell me you want this,” Jude panted a moment later. “If we keep going, I won’t be able to stop myself, so you need to speak up now.” Whitley had never wanted anything more in his life. “Please, Jude.
    Touch me, fuck me, whatever. I don’t care, but just do something!” Jude closed his eyes and groaned. “I’m in so much trouble.” Then he rolled off the bed, leaving Whitley alone and confused.
    Had he said something wrong? Maybe he’d come off as too wanton and slutty. He pressed his legs together and started to roll over to his side, but a hand on his hips stopped him. “Where are you going?”
    Whitley stared up into Jude’s green eyes and shook his head. “I thought…you left, and…”
    A strange look passed over Jude’s face, almost like he was sad about something. Whitley didn’t have long to linger on what it might mean, though, because he’d suddenly noticed that Jude was completely nude, and the cock jutting from his groin was comparable to a telephone pole. There was no way that thing was going to fit in his ass, but that wouldn’t stop Whitley from trying.
    His mouth watered and his fingers twitched to reach out and stroke the hard length. Jude was gloriously bare,