Chapter 4
Hudson took a pull of his beer an hour later, nearly choking on it as he caught a glimpse of Layton in the moonlight. Her blonde hair blew gently in the breeze, her feminine hoop earrings dangling from her ears. His gaze raked over her delicate features, taking in the slender column of her neck and the swells of her breasts in the little sundress she wore. Layton was so fucking pretty, he almost felt like a big oaf sitting beside her. They’d talked and laughed, and he was actually bummed she didn’t live here.
Layton was funny. Whip smart, too. She’d told him more stories about her real estate clients. He hadn’t really opened up much but didn’t mind listening.
She shivered slightly as a breeze blew in from the ocean. “You’re cold,” he murmured. “You can lean against me if you want.”
While he’d joked about getting her into his bed and hoped the upcoming weekend would involve some sexy time with her, not roughing it with his teammates, he wasn’t about to rush her into anything. Still, when she looked over and their eyes locked, it was like something shifted. The balmy air blew over them, the waves continued to crash on the shore, but the evening was now about the two of them. This moment. This girl.
His hands gripped her hips as he lowered her onto his lap, Layton’s sundress riding up her bare thighs and revealing more of that creamy skin. Her silky hair caught on the scruff of his beard, and he brushed it aside, smiling. She fit perfectly against him, so soft and petite. He gazed over her shoulder, noting that Layton’s breasts were rising and falling. She was nervous. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. “This okay?” he asked quietly.
Finally, she relaxed against him. “Umm-hmm. More than okay. How come you’re so warm?” She wiggled against him to get comfortable, and Hudson held back a groan. Her ass against his cock had his soldier quickly rising to attention.
“I’m bigger than you,” he said with a husky laugh. “But I told you I’d keep you warm,” he quipped.
“You’re big in other places, too,” she said, flushing again.
“Ummm. I do have a beautiful woman in my arms. I don’t think you even realize how sexy you are.”
“Hudson.”
He smiled. He was certain he’d never get tired of hearing her say his name. “Yes, princess?” Her breaths were growing shallow as he nuzzled against her, breathing in her jasmine scent. She’d worn perfume for him tonight, and he found it a major turn on. Hudson pressed his lips to her temple, slow. Tender. He’d never really considered himself much of a romantic, but here he was sitting with a girl on the beach in the moonlight.
She turned, their faces mere inches apart, and then his lips were on hers. Kissing Layton was like seeing the sun rise. Or maybe looking at a million stars in the sky for the first time. Sparks shot straight through him, hot and bright. She was brilliant. Shining. Delectable. As her lips parted, he took a taste, and holy hell. Layton was sweet and sexy and oh-so-right. His hands roamed, gently squeezing her pretty breasts. She moaned into his mouth, and his thumb skimmed just along the edge of the fabric cupping one breast, her skin silken.
She wasn’t wearing a bra, and he could see her nipples pressing against the fabric. His thumb ran over her smooth skin again, enjoying the feel of her. Her pussy would be that soft, too. Slick. Hot. Ready for him.
Hudson slid one dress strap off her slender shoulder, watching as her breath hitched. “Still with me?” he asked.
“I’m with you,” she breathed.
Her breast spilled free of the material and into his ready hand. He kneaded her ample mound, his thumb rubbing over the pretty peaked bud. Layton was whimpering, and one of Hudson’s big hands landed on her bare knee. He gave it a squeeze, kissing her once more. “How far do you want me to take this?” he wondered. “Where can I touch you?”
“Everywhere,” she said breathlessly.
He growled in approval and slid one hand up her leg and between her silken thighs, watching the dress rise higher with his movement. The sight of his muscled arm against her soft skin was erotic as hell. Layton had on a pair of pale pink panties, and he caressed her through them, noting the scent of her arousal in the air.
She whimpered, and he kissed her temple. “Let me take care of you, princess.” He held her to him, his big hand still on one full breast, and played with her folds through her panties. Teasing. Enjoying the way she squirmed.
“I could pull these little panties aside and slide right in,” he rasped, lightly bucking up against her.
“Do it,” she pleaded
He stilled. “You don’t want that, princess. I’m leaving.”
“Maybe I do. Maybe I’ll go home to my normal life and want something good to remember. Something real to hold on to.”
Hudson sucked in a breath. The air suddenly felt still around them, or maybe that was just him committing the moment to memory. This woman asking for him. Needing him. Nothing had ever felt more right.
“One night?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.
She turned to meet his gaze. “One night.”
He kissed her again then briefly rose to his knees, holding her to him as he pulled his wallet free. An empty beer bottle fell over in the sand, but they’d each only had one drink. Layton was fully able to consent to this. Grimacing at the thought of sand on his privates, he carefully pulled a condom out. Layton turned toward him in the moonlight, and he tugged at her dress, freeing her other breast. She looked like a mermaid, bare breasted on the sand, her long, blonde hair blowing in the ocean breeze.
Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her face flushed. He stared at her for a beat, and Layton snatched the condom from his hand, surprising him. She pushed him down and crawled back onto his lap, kissing him enthusiastically. “Princess,” he muttered. “Condom.”
“But I want to touch you,” she pleaded.
He shook his head. “I’ll explode. Be a good girl for me.”
She playfully pouted but shifted aside so he could free his aching erection. It bobbed in the moonlight, long and proud, and he swore he saw Layton lick her lips in anticipation. Ripping open the wrapper, he sheathed himself, then turned Layton around so her back was to his chest. “Ride me this way, princess.”
“But—”
“Just trust me.”
Hudson hiked up her dress, then ripped off her panties, loving her little gasp of surprise. “I’ll send you more,” he said, nipping at her neck and palming both her breasts. Layton was already whimpering again for him, and his arousal was pressed against her bare ass. He shifted one hand, giving her bare cheek a squeeze. “Lift up for me. Good girl,” he said as she obliged.
Hudson wrapped his hands around her hips. “Are you wet?” he asked, sliding one hand to her folds. She was soaked, hot and slick and so fucking perfect. “Line yourself up,” he told her. Hudson’s arms were nearly shaking as he tried to stay in control. He’d never been so hard in his life.
The ocean waves crashed on the beach, matching the pounding in his heart. As Layton shifted, he notched himself against her sweet pussy, then pulled her down, sinking straight into heaven. Layton gasped as he penetrated her completely. She wasn’t his forever, but tonight? Tonight Layton was everything he wanted, all that was good in the world.
“Hudson,” she cried out as he began to slowly thrust in and out. She was helpless in this position, Hudson’s muscled arm wrapped around her, cupping one perfect breast. He toyed with her clit as he pumped in and out, listening to her sweet cries of pleasure. He could already feel her pussy spasming around him. His girl was ready to shoot off like a firework.
“You’re gorgeous,” he murmured, his lips on her temple again as he took complete control, thrusting in and out more quickly. “Look how pretty you are. Flushed cheeks. Bouncing breasts. Pretty nipples,” he growled, enjoying his view from behind her. “You’re all mine, Layton. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she pleaded between gasps. “Hudson. Please.”
“You don’t have to beg me for anything, princess. Come for me right now.” He gave her clit a little pinch, and she exploded, screaming into the dark night as she came and came on his cock. She was pulsing around him so tightly, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Hudson buried his face in her neck, biting gently, then bucked into her harder and came as well, his release surging inside her still-pulsing pussy.
When he finally came back to his senses, they were both covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Layton’s hair was disheveled, her face flushed, and dress out of place. Her ripped panties were somewhere on the sand, and both of them were breathing heavily. “Holy shit, Hudson.”
He chuckled, trying to right his world again. “Holy shit is right.” His hands roamed over her again, Layton still atop him. Hudson was still half-hard inside her but needed to pull out and take care of the condom. “Let me get you cleaned up,” he murmured, grabbing a soft beach towel a moment later to wipe off her thighs. Layton was already blushing again at his attention, and he stole a kiss. “Best night of my life,” he told her honestly.
Her hair blew around them, that sexy jasmine scent mixing in with the smell of salty ocean air and sex.
She was shaky as he righted her dress, helping her to stand. Hudson kissed her again, desperate to soothe her. “Princess?”
Her blue eyes slid to his. “I’m good,” she said faintly, still flushed and sexily disheveled. “Best night of my life too, sailor.”