Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
ADDY
W hen I hit my knees, Hudson groans. What I wouldn’t trade to keep that sound in my life. His hands push and pull through my hair when I take him into my mouth.
“Sweet Jesus, Addy.”
Swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, I sweep it over the glistening tip. He tastes so damn good. My core is liquid at this point. Flammable liquid. One strike and I would burst into flames. I take him deep and come back up, releasing him with a pop. I run a hand up his hard stomach and his legs tense up, his arms flexing as his hand moves quicker in my hair, almost frantic. He is so wound up, it’s beautiful.
I take him deeper, one hand gripping the base of him and moving in time with my mouth. When his hands still in my hair, I look up. His face is twisted, and he’s almost breathless.
“Stop, Adeline.”
A second later, I release him, and he is pulling me to my feet, mouth devouring my neck, chest.
“Too many clothes, Huddy,” I pant.
He gathers my dress and pulls it up over my hips, shoulders, and finally off, letting it hit the floor with his jeans. I stand in my black bra and panties, and his face turns feral. Seeing that expression will never get old. And knowing I put it there is everything .
“As much as I adore these on you, they need to go.” He slips a finger behind the lace of my bra and the breath leaves my lungs. He reaches around. The clasp snaps open and the lacy black piece slides from my body. His mouth finds my hard peaks, and the fire low in my belly surges. By now, my panties are soaked.
Every inch of me vibrates, strung out waiting for him. Aching, throbbing, a blissful agony only he can ease. My breasts are heavy, and now with his teeth scraping over the other peak, I can’t help the whimper that tumbles from my lips. His hands grip my ass. I rock my hips as he kneads me with both hands before kissing a path down my stomach to the waistline of the black lace.
“And these, too,” he rasps. A finger slips inside the band on each hip as he drops to his knees. “These go, Adeline.”
When I can’t piece together a single syllable, I nod.
He looks up at me, those blue eyes darkened, swallowing me whole. I run my hands through his hair and close my eyes, trying to steady my breath. Trying to make the moment last. When I open my eyes, Hudson stands with his head dipped, eyes burning into mine. He lifts my chin with a finger and kisses me, deep, hard, and hungry.
I open for him, and he sweeps me up, one hand under my shoulders, the other under my bottom. When his feet hit the bed, eyes still closed, he sinks to his knees, lowering me onto the bed. He breaks the kiss, and his voice is gravel when he says, “Make yourself comfy.”
Everything is so soft and warm as I shuffle back on the bed and lie on the pillows. The angles of his face, his jaw... Looking at him has my heart aching. When I meet his gaze, he crawls up the bed and over me, nuzzling my neck, kissing and sucking his way down my chest. His tongue swirls around each hard peak, one hand cupping the soft flesh.
I arch into him. “Huddy.” But his name is barely a whisper with the last of my air gone. He tracks down my stomach, moving backward on his knees, hands gripping my hips. When his warm mouth meets my throbbing apex, it takes everything I have not to lose it. He growls. “Jesus, Addy, I don’t even know who I was before you.”
I whimper, arching off the bed as he drags his tongue through my wet center and suckles the peak like a man starved. Everything is heightened. More than it has been before between us. So much more intense. Sweet ecstasy tangled with torment. Each touch from his hands, his mouth, the pleasure he gives me with the slightest pass. And my heart twists with the agony of this moment I know is fleeting.
He sinks two fingers inside, and I cry out. He licks me, strong strokes over my throbbing apex, and I spiral, gripping the linen underneath us. Every inch of me trembles. Each too-shallow breath sears in my lungs. When his thumb finds my peak and he rolls it, I explode around his fingers.
“Hudson!”
He stays the course through each wave. When I melt back into the bed, he crawls back up to where I lay breathless. I pull his mouth to mine, tasting my release all over his lips, his tongue.
“You sure about this, sweet girl?” He sweeps a rogue curl from my cheek and pushes it behind my ear.
“Yes, Hudson, very.”
He leans to the side of the bed, reaching for the small wooden box. He’s organized this time. But I grab his wrist. “No, we don’t need it. I’m on contraception. Have been for years.”
He raises an eyebrow, as if saying now you tell me . I can even hear the Howard that he would tack on the end of it. But he only says, “Yes, ma’am.”
I can’t help the smile that cracks over my face. But it fades as I study his face, now serious, hungry, and desperate. “I want to feel you, Huddy.”
He groans and drops his forehead to mine. “God, Addy. How did I have to wait thirty-four years for you?”
“No more waiting.” I shake my head. “Please.”
He nudges his tip against my entrance. He is so warm, so large. I lift my hips and he sinks inside, and I gasp. He stole my air with just the tip. I stretch around him. He kisses my mouth, then my nose, cheeks, and neck. I run my hands through his hair. “More, Hudson.”
He pushes up on his hands and sinks in further. His face twists as he closes his eyes. “Damn it, Addy,” he rasps. He leans his head back, stilling. “I’m gonna have to take this so damn slow.”
I smile up at him. He traces a finger over my lips, still propped up on one hand, his muscles flexing. I take his hand and hold it in place as I take two fingers into my mouth and suck them. He groans, and it sounds like a warning. I remove his fingers from my mouth and release them to my breast. He works over the softness before finding my peak. And instantly I arch and tighten around him.
“Addy, slow down.” He is breathy, desperate. He plants his hand back to the pillow beside my head and kisses my mouth, taking up the rhythm between us, inching further inside with every slow, languid stroke. When he fills me completely on the next thrust, I grab his hips and hold him there, letting the stretch take me under. He is the perfect fit. I widen my legs and, somehow, he sinks in a little further.
And I know his wrecked face mirrors my own now.
“More, sweet girl?”
“God, please.”
He pulls out and thrusts back in. Fire ripples through my core. I lift my hips, needing him. Again, he pulls out, slow. When he sinks back down, it’s torturously slow, gentle. “I want you above me, Adeline.”
He braces and flips us over. I push up and come to rest over him, sinking deep as I straddle his hips. My hair falls around my shoulders. Hands on my hips, I tilt my head back, savoring the feel of him deep inside.
“God, look at you,” he growls.
I lean down and claim his mouth. He props up on his elbow and dips his head, claiming my nipple with his teeth, his tongue. I rock a little, seeing what he can tolerate. When he looses a small groan, I press my palms against the wall and push up until only his tip is still inside me. His grip lands on my hips, tightening. He liked that.
Good.
I push up again, and he stunts my movement a little as his body starts to tremble underneath mine. I sink down hard and whimper as he fills me up so good, the heat surges in my core. He pulls me up and pushes down in quick, short movements. And I barrel toward release, every short stroke sending me higher. “Huddy.”
He pushes me down. “Not yet, sweet girl. If you go, you send me, too.”
I lean down, pressing kisses to his collarbones, neck, and jaw. Gentle hands lift my mouth to his. This kiss is soft, gently teasing.
“Kneel by the wall, Addy.”
I release him. And the absence is almost too much. I whimper, fingers splayed against the bare, paneled drywall. He moves in behind me, lifting my hands a little higher before covering them with his. Sweeping my hair to one side, he nips my ear as his cock presses into my lower back. I widen my knees, desperate for him inside me.
“Huddy, please.”
“Always, sweet girl.” He nudges my entrance before thrusting up, and I cry out. With one hand, he takes my chin, sliding his hand down my throat. I lean back onto him, closing my eyes, and breathe him in as he rocks us toward the jagged edge. The one that will splinter us to shattered pieces. His other hand unfolds from mine and his fingers find the throbbing apex of my heat, thumbing over it with every stroke inside me. I reach back and run my hands through his hair. Pushing and pulling.
It’s too much, and I am too close. “Now, Hudson.”
He picks up the pace, and in a few motions, he turns frantic. Breathless. I ignite around him, tightening. Sparks flood from my core, sweeping through my veins. With every wave, my core constricts around him further. “Hudson. Huddy!” Whimpers turn to breathy cries with each wave he pulls through me, still giving me every part of him, hard, hungry.
“Right behind you, beautiful,” he rasps, and the words turn into a growl.
When his hands hit the wall in front of me and his head dips to my shoulder, I huff out a laugh. So satiated, my whole body still buzzing. Soft, warm, and pliable.
He groans and wraps his arms around my belly, not lifting his head. For the first time in my life, I feel loved and safe. Treasured.
“Thank you,” I whisper into his hair.
Something tugs at my heart, something that smarts. The bridge of my nose prickles and I suck back a sob, trying to not let in the thought that these arms will have to let me go, eventually.
Right now, I am so high on his touch, the adoration in his eyes when his gaze meets mine. And my purchase on this elevated place is rickety. Too high. Up this high, there is a damn long way to fall.
Dawn’s first rays splinter the hazy air around us through half-built walls and exposed rafters. Hudson is wrapped around me. The deep and steady rise and fall of his chest sends breathy puffs into my hair from behind. I turn in his arms and nuzzle into him. He groans in his sleep. I want so badly to touch his gorgeous face, trace his lips and jaw with a finger. But I resist and lay watching him, a palm flat on his sternum.
“It’s rude to stare, Addy.” A grin pops over his face.
I slap his chest. He chuckles, his Adam’s apple bobbing. I kiss it and work my way across his jaw until his hands claim my cheeks, and he covers my mouth with his. I wriggle closer, finding his hard cock as it hits my hip bone. He rolls me over until I’m under him and trapped, fingers laced in his as he nips kisses over my neck. “Shower time, sweet girl.”
“You have water here?”
“Yup, went in last week.”
“Thank the heavens.”
He releases me and scoops me up and wanders out into the hall to a bathroom. And I really need to pee.
Shit.
“Um, I really have to pee.”
He lets me down and wanders back out into the hall. “You have five minutes, then we are getting clean.”
After relieving myself, I flush and wash up. There is no mirror. Probably just as well. The oversized shower has two showerheads, light grey tile, and modern silver fittings. It’s stunning, and the room isn’t even finished yet. I’m slightly sore, but mostly aching for more. More Hudson. I round the doorway to find him standing there, hands gripping the doorframe above him.
Naked and ready, he crowds me back into the bathroom and toward the shower. When I slip into the glassed space, he flips on the water, and we wait a moment for the solar-heated water. Hudson guides me into the shower’s tiled wall. He puts my hands in his against the tile above my head. I want to touch him so badly.
No fair.
He tracks kisses over my neck before nipping at my peaks. And after last night, my body responds to his even faster, as if primed for what he gives me.
“I want you to ride my cock, sweet girl. So fucking desperate for you now. Jesus, Addy, last night was—” His words choke out. His hand slips from mine, and he runs his fingers through my wet heat before sinking two fingers inside.
I arch off the tile, and he grins at me.
“Fuck me, Addy.”
“Always.”
“So wet.”
“I don’t stand a chance around you Hudson, none. You look at me and I’m wet.”
“You have no idea how much I love that. I’m going to fill you up every fucking chance you give me.”
“You better.”
“Insatiable. I love it.” He stills a little, as if something dawned on him.
“Don’t you dare stop.”
He smiles. “Never, sweet girl.”
His thumb sweeps over my clit and I explode around him. His mouth finds my peak, like he’s saying his prayers and my body is his place of worship. I fucking love it. Every wave, I buck on his fingers, and he groans, sending electricity through my lungs, burning out the last of my breath. When I slump against the wall, he flips me around and pulls my hips out. I spread for him, aching to feel every incredible inch of him.
“Slow, Huddy.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
His tip stretches my entrance, and I tilt my hips so my ass perks up and I take him in further.
“God, more.” The words are a growl, and his hands tighten around my hips, rough.
I changed my mind—I don’t want slow like last night. I want him to slam into me. Rough me up, claim me as his. Because as of last night, I am ruined for anyone else.
Utterly wrecked.
“Harder, rougher, Hudson. Take what you need. I’m yours.”
“Jesus, you are mine, Addy. Don’t you ever forget it.”
“Never, Huddy. Now, harder, deeper.”
He pulls out and slams in so damn hard that I meet the tile with my face. I have never been so full. And every time he pulls out agonizingly slow, he thunders back into me. And I crawl higher and higher with every rough, damning inch of my Hudson.
“I’m almost there. Jesus, Addy.”
“Take me with you,” I beg. His fingers find my apex and sweep frantically as he pumps into me, and I tighten more and more. When he slams a hand beside my head, I grip his fingers with a hand and cry through the biggest orgasm I have ever had. It steals my breath. My fingers and toes tingle. I gasp for air, choking through sobs of pure pleasure. He growls beside me, and his seed spills inside me, hot and fast.
Hudson Rawlins, you are the undoing of me.