Chapter 72
72
Molly
He’s too close. Every move he makes, I feel. The steady inhale of his breath, the way his chest rises and falls, the warmth radiating off his body.
I’m supposed to be sleeping, but I can’t. Not like this.
This is torture.
His mom is a diabolical genius because, in this tiny bed, all I can think about is how much I want him.
The soft fragrance of his cologne filters through my nose like an aphrodisiac. It beckons me to cross the tiny space that separates us and do what I want.
And all I want to do is kiss him.
“I can hear you thinking over there,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing.
“No, you can’t,” I shoot back, even though my pulse betrays me. It’s hammering in my ears so loud he might actually be able to hear it.
“Sure, I can. It’s so loud, I wondered if I had a superpower and can read your mind.”
“You’re not funny.”
“Yet you said, ‘I do.’”
“Har, har. Go to sleep.”
“Whatever you want, Hex.”
I feel him shift, and before I can react, his arm wraps around me, pulling me closer.
Now, my head rests on his chest, and I can hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, slow and even.
This man does crazy things to me.
Be strong.
There is no having sex in his childhood bed with his parents down the hall.
Just as I’m about to turn over and try to scoot as far away as possible, he presses a soft kiss to the top of my head, lingering just a second too long, and my breath catches.
Calm down, girl.
Just because he kissed your head doesn’t mean he wants to—okay, maybe he does.
Because, at this exact second, I can feel his hand begin to trace a slow, deliberate path down my back, his fingers barely grazing my skin through the thin fabric of my shirt.
Okay, that means he does, right?
If I’m reading this right, he wants me. Now the question is, am I willing to risk his parents hearing just to feel him inside me right now?
“Hudson,” I whisper, but I don’t pull away.
His hand pauses for the briefest moment before continuing its gentle exploration, the warmth of his palm leaving trails of fire on my skin.
“What?” he murmurs, his voice rough with something I don’t dare name.
“This isn’t . . .” My voice falters as his finger dips lower, brushing against the curve of my hip.
“Isn’t what?” He’s teasing now, and I’m ready to snap.
I lift my head to meet his gaze, and the intensity in his eyes steals whatever words I thought I had.
He shifts again, his free hand coming up to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing across my skin with a tenderness that makes my chest ache.
“Say the word, Hex,” he whispers, his voice barely audible. “And I’ll stop.”
I don’t say anything. Instead, I lean in, closing the gap between us, and press my lips to his.
The kiss starts soft and tentative but doesn’t stay that way.
Soon, his fingers are entangled in my hair as we devour each other’s mouths.
Maybe if he weren’t such a good kisser—oh, who am I kidding? I still wouldn’t be able to stop.
I want Hudson Wilde.
I want him with every fiber of my bones.
Right here. Right now.
He pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against mine, his breathing uneven.
“You’re impossible, you know that?”
“You’re the one who started this,” I counter, my voice trembling but steady enough to challenge him.
He laughs softly, the sound vibrating through my body where it’s pressed against his. “And I’m the one who’s going to finish it.”
I’m about to say is that so, when he silences me again. His mouth seals onto mine.
He pulls me on top of him, and the moment he does, I know I’m lost to this man.
I need him, and I need him now.
Without another thought, I push my body up, giving myself the room to place my hand between us.
With each swipe of my tongue, I almost forget what I’m doing, but I’m a determined woman, slowly working my way to pulling his extremely hard cock out from his briefs. Once in my hand, I begin to stroke him from root to tip, getting him ready for me.
“What are you doing, Hex?” he asks.
“Taking what I want,” I respond, matter-of-fact.
“Is that so?”
“Yes, now be quiet so no one hears.”
He must agree with my crazy plan because the next thing I know, I feel his hands on my hips as he pulls my sleep shirt up and pushes my panties down.
Once I’m bare to him, I don’t waste any time. I’m so hot and bothered, it won’t take me long.
I lift my hips and align his cock with my entrance, then I sink down until his hard length is buried inside me.
“You feel so good,” he groans on a whisper.
The feeling of us joining is sublime, but I need to move and chase the high that only Hudson can give me.
I rock back, and his cock almost slips out, then he thrusts back in. His hands grip my ass, helping me rise and fall on his dick.
Over and over again, I rock, grinding down, rubbing my clit each time on his pelvic bone.
It’s too much. My body feels like it’s floating away. My inner walls start to quiver and quake, gripping him harder and tighter as I fall over the edge. I fall forward, and he takes over, thrusting upward until his cock jerks in me, filling me with everything he has.
“Fuck. That was good,” he whispers before the room falls silent except for our breathing, tangled and uneven. Exhausted, I close my eyes, vowing to get up in a moment, but for now, I let out a small sigh as we lie together, the outside world forgotten.