Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 111143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
“He’s as okay as he can be considering what he found in his own home.”
Jude’s lips tightened. He couldn’t imagine what that had been like. “I’ll just go check on him now, if you don’t mind?” He knew he was being rude, but he was about to burst with the need to have his hands on the general.
“Knock yourself out.”
“Thanks.” He turned, following Andrei to the stairs at the end of the main room. He knocked on the door to the first room and the warmth that filled his chest when Snow opened the door shocked him. Then his heart clenched as he took in the bruised, exhausted, and obviously still in shock man in front of him.
Snow stood, stiff and silent, dressed liked the men downstairs in gray sweats and a blue T-shirt that made his eyes look darker—like a stormy sky. His beautiful mouth, stretched thin, wavered as he stared back at Jude, his surprise evident.
Jude heart unclenched and slumped in defeat. He was so in over his head already and that expression just pulled him to the bottom of what he knew was going to be a rocky, rocky river.
“Hey,” he said, putting his hand on the man’s chest and gently pushing him back into the room so he could shut the door and lock it behind him. He kept going then, crowding Snow, loving the way the man slowly moved back until he bumped into the foot of the bed. He stopped and Jude slid one arm around that taut waist and hauled Snow against his body. He slid one thigh between his legs and rubbed lightly against his groin.
Those gorgeous blue eyes narrowed, that sexy mouth softened and opened, and that feeling in Jude bloomed because there was nothing like affecting this powerful man in this way. Nothing. He’d watched him walking around the hospital like he owned it, yet he submitted here. Like this. To Jude. It made him feel raw and honored and so fucking hot, he thought his heart might explode.
He ran his hand up Snow’s back, absorbing the heat through his shirt as he kissed Snow’s neck, his jaw, and Snow turned his head, clasped both hands on Jude’s head and took his mouth in a dominant fashion that also hit all Jude’s buttons. Snow pressed his lips open, slid his tongue deep into his mouth and the kiss grew so hot, Jude expected to burst into flames. This time, this time, Snow seemed to want to take the reins. Jude didn’t blame him. His life had been filled with things outside his control. He’d lost a loved one. Someone had invaded his space, defiled it, and stolen a life. The strength and power in his touch, the way he stroked Jude’s tongue with his own—the absolute possession in the way he moved his body against Jude’s—said a lot about what the man needed right now to pull him out of the hell of his day. One kiss blurred into another as Snow tried to crawl inside Jude.
Jude pulled back, panting. “Holy shit. Not that I don’t want to climb into this bed with you, but I need to hear what happened first.”
Snow’s breaths weren’t coming along any easier and his hand tightened on Jude’s waist. “Need?”
He thought about making light of it, then decided nothing other than straight in-the-face honesty was going to work with Dr. Frost. “Yeah, General. I need to know what happened. You climbed out of my bed after a pretty fantastic night only to walk into hell inside your home.”
Snow stared at him for several moments, his long, hard body so stiff, Jude expected him to pull away. Instead, he shut his eyes briefly. When he opened them, the horror reflected there, tore into Jude like sharp claws. “Never mind. I think maybe talking isn’t what you need right now.
“I will,” Snow said slowly, gaze piercing into Jude. “I will tell you about it. I promise. But yes, I need something else right now.” He paused, took a deep breath. “Please.”
Heart stuttering, Jude reached down and stroked his hand over Snow’s hard dick. “Why don’t you take off those pants and lie back?”
“No.” Snow slid his hands up Jude’s chest and pushed his brown leather jacket off his shoulders, then started working the buttons of his shirt. Before it was all the way open, his fingers were threading through the hair on Jude’s chest. He dug the pads of his fingers into skin, groaned as he rubbed his hands around. “I want you to do something for me.”
“Anything,” Jude said on a shaky breath. Watching Snow take such pleasure in touching him was sending him too fast to the finish line already.
“Take your clothes off, lie down and let me play.”
Jude couldn’t have answered verbally if he tried. He used his hands instead and followed Snow’s request, his clothes piling fast on the floor. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to breathe normally again as he crawled onto the bed and laid back for Snow.