19. Mila
19
MILA
A s soon as Hudson’s lips touched mine, the anger I had towards him was gone. That kiss made my knees weak and my icy heart melt. My resolve crumbled and I gave in, melting into him and kissing him back. I draped my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me. He held me around the waist with his other hand at the nape of my neck.
He swept his tongue along the seam of my lips. My lips parted, inviting his tongue to enter my mouth. He didn’t hesitate, his slick tongue sliding inside and curling around mine. I moaned into the kiss, arousal pooling between my legs. He tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss. Our kiss became fervent, and I took what I could with this kiss, the hunger I had for him taking over. I felt a bulge coming from the front of his pants, pressing against my belly.
I pushed him away, soft pants leaving our lips, his gaze locked with mine. I pursed my lips, remembering why I was angry at this man.
“Can we talk privately?” he asked, his hand lifted to my face, taking a strand of loose hair and pushing it behind my ear. A shiver went down my spine as his finger brushed my cheek.
“Yes,” I said, nodding, unable to resist saying no even though I knew that I shouldn’t have let him kiss me.
He took my hand, the electricity I felt with him before came back, shooting up my arm as he led me outside. Along the way, I passed by Danielle, shrugging. I mouthed sorry , and she gave me a lopsided grin. I’ll explain everything that happened between Hudson and me to my best friend after he and I talked.
Hudson takes me to his sports car, opening the passenger door for me. I slid onto the leather seat, then he shut my door before rounding the front of the car and getting into the driver’s seat. He started the car and my head turned instantly, brows knitted.
“Buckle up,” he ordered.
“No,” I said, glaring at him. “I thought you just wanted to talk.”
“Yes, but not here,” he said.
“We’re somewhere private already. Whatever you want to say, you can do it right now,” I told him, my words clipped.
He didn’t listen and started to drive off. I clenched my jaw and put on my seat belt. The entire ride was quiet as we pulled up to a large house—it was Hudson’s place.
“What the hell, Hudson! Why are we here?” I snapped.
He shuts off the ignition and twisted his body to face me. “When I saw you with that guy, I lost it?—”
“Yeah, you did,” I scoffed.
“I admit, I was jealous. When I saw him talking and flirting with you, I couldn’t stand it. I didn’t want him or any other guy to have you,” he confessed.
“You don’t get that right anymore, Hudson. I’m not some toy you can use whenever you want. You’ve thrown me away twice. Who’s not to say you’ll do it again?” My eyes narrowed on him, frustrated.
He grabbed my hands, his thumbs caressing the back of my hands, causing a shiver down my spine.
“Mila, I’m so sorry. I should have stood up for what we had with each other—for us. I love you so much,” he said, pouring his feelings into his words.
I looked into his eyes, his eyes filled with so many emotions and adoration.
“I’m sorry for everything. You mean the world to me,” he said, gently squeezing my hand. “I told your father earlier that I’m in love with you…just take me back…please, Mila,” he pleaded. “I need you like I need air to breathe.”
Tears welled in my eyes, my heart felt so full, overflowing. Hearing Hudson confess his feelings for me was a dream come true. I could see it in his eyes that he was telling me the truth—that he really did love me. A tear escaped the corner of my eye. He cupped my face with one hand, wiping the tears away with the pad of his thumb.
“You told me you’d give me anything I wanted if I went to the wedding with you, do you remember?” I asked softly.
He nodded. “Yes, I remember.”
“I know what I want.”
“What is it? What do you want?” he asked.
“Your heart. I love you, Hudson,” I confessed.
He sweeps me over the center console, having me straddle his lap.
“It’s yours, darling,” he said lowly, then crushed his lips on mine, snaking his arms around my waist.
I circled my arms around his neck, pulling him toward me until our bodies pressed together, the space we had between us becoming non-existent. I parted my lips, our tongues not wasting time, sliding into each other’s mouths, twisting and fighting for dominance.
He followed the curves of my waist with his hands, settling on my ass. I felt his hard-on growing underneath me, pressing against my clothed pussy. My hands ran up the back of his head through his silky, salt-and-pepper hair. A low growl rumbled in his chest, then he pulled away slowly.
A smile appeared across both of our faces as we gazed into each other’s eyes.
“Let’s go inside, angel. I’m going to show you how much I love you,” he said, placing a slow, sensual kiss on my lips.