He turned to her, kissed her hard, lifted her up and laid her on her back beside Lucy. Emma opened for him like she'd been waiting for this moment forever, her legs parting, her hands grasping his back. He moved inside her with slow, deliberate strokes, watching her eyes go wide, then glaze, then flutter shut as she lost herself in him. Lucy pressed kisses to Emma's neck as they moved, whispering praise, her hand never leaving Jude's arm.
They made love beneath the tree like it was sacred - and it was.
Later, when Grace arrived, she didn't wait. She pressed Jude against the tree itself, kissed him until his knees went weak, then climbed on top of him, wrapping her arms and legs around him like she was a vine meant to tangle him forever. She was slick and hot, her moans frantic, her voice urgent. "You feel it too, don't you?" she panted. "The pull. The need. Like I was born for this."
