CHAPTER 26
Hudson thought he was burning alive.
He liked sex, and frankly, he’d had plenty of it in his life. All sorts of women. Fun sex, athletic sex, slow sex. He’d made sure that they all had a great time, as best he could, and he had enough practice to make good on that promise.
But this . . .
Holy fuck.
Now, she was underneath him, her breathing choppy, her body writhing against his as her cloud-soft voice begged him for more. He wanted all of her, all at once. He didn’t even know where to start.
When she whimpered, he kissed her, hard, feasting on that small, plush mouth of hers. He was gratified when she sucked his lower lip into her mouth, her hips moving restlessly.
First things first, his brain frantically thought. Clothes. He was wearing a pair of shorts, and she was in a T-shirt and sweatpants.
He pulled away for a second, releasing her hands and gulping in a breath against her throat. “I want to feel your skin,” he rasped. “Clothes. Off. I want to taste you.”
God. That wasn’t smooth. But he was too hungry for her to be smooth.
“Yes, please, yes,” she chanted, wiggling. Even his smallest sweats had been way too big for her, so they slid off easily—and she hadn’t had underwear. He reluctantly rolled off and shucked his own shorts like he was trying to beat a world record, still clumsy in his desperation. He wanted to laugh about it—it was pretty funny, if he’d had enough mental power to think about it—but before he could, she’d peeled his shirt off from over her head and pressed herself to him.
It was like being branded, impossibly hot skin to skin. He breathed her in, the sweet smell of her mixed with his soap. She clung onto him like she wanted to devour him, and he felt the same, their mouths moving almost frantically. His rough hands moved over her soft skin, and for a second he felt remorse, like a devil somehow getting his hands on an angel.
The tension between them had been building for weeks, and now that they were finally giving in to it, he thought he’d explode. At the same time, he didn’t know if he’d get another shot at this, and if this was going to be his only night with Willa, even if it was good filthy fun, he didn’t want it to be something quick and forgettable.
He wanted her to remember this, because he knew, deep down, that this was changing everything for him, and it was going to imprint on his brain like staring at the sun.
God, I don’t want this to be only one night.
He pulled back, somehow, ignoring her soft sounds of desperation. He’d be hearing those sounds in his dreams for years, he thought. He moved his mouth lower, sucking circles against her throat, her collarbone, her shoulders. Nipping at her skin, gently enough not to hurt, but serious enough to heighten what she was feeling until she was panting and thrashing a little against the pillow, one hand covering her mouth.
He wanted to smile. Actually, he wanted to fucking howl triumphantly at how she was responding, but he’d told her to be quiet, and he had to at least try to do the same. He traced a circling loop around her chest, seeing how she responded. When she arched her back, he got the answer he was looking for ... then sucked in her nipple, gratified when a gasp punched through her attempts at silencing herself.
He pulled back enough to tease her. “Shhhh,” he whispered, knowing his breath was going to brush against her now damp skin. Then he put his mouth to her opposite nipple, his tongue swirling around like she was ice cream, her creamy skin just as delicious.
She moaned, bucking slightly against him, encouraging him. Pleading with him, silently. Or at least quietly.
He moved lower, heading for her belly button, holding her hips. If she wanted it, he wanted to have sex with her, tonight. But he wanted her to be nice and wet for him first. They weren’t kids, and he knew sometimes that, turned on or not, women needed a little help in that area. He’d be happy to use the lube in his drawer, a bottle he’d only used for getting off on his own, to ease the way if she needed it. Still, he’d rather at least try to get her wet—and get her off—first.
Besides, it’d be fun for both of them.
He kept going, pushing the thin blanket and sheet off and fitting himself more solidly between her legs, putting her thighs over his shoulders. He could hear her breathing, choppy, and saw that she was frantically grabbing handfuls of his sheet. He kissed her inner thighs as his fingers parted the curls between them. She shuddered reflexively as he started to stroke the folds they were hiding.
“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me if there’s anything you don’t want ... or anything you want.”
“But . . .”
He chuckled softly against her skin. “Whisper it, baby.”
She shivered.
“Please,” she murmured. “I ... I don’t ... I can’t say it.”
“You want me to taste this pretty pussy of yours?” he said, taking pity on her.
“ Please , Hudson.” She said it like the words were torn from her.
“Since you asked nicely,” he said. Then he licked her, over her entrance, tasting her just like he’d said. Exploring her, taking his time, and enjoying the way she wriggled, struggling to push her pelvis up to his searching mouth. He finally stiffened his tongue, pushing it hard—a preview of things to come. He replaced it with two of his fingers, feeling the grooved muscles inside. He stroked, gently but firmly, until she made a soft squeal of shock and pleasure.
There it is.
He started stroking it, keeping a steady pressure and tempo, until she was breathing like she’d been running a marathon. He could feel her clit, hard and pronounced, and he put it into his mouth, matching the rhythm of his fingers with his mouth.
She pulled a pillow over her head, but it didn’t matter—she still let out a rippling cry that he felt sure anybody awake, and probably anybody asleep, heard. Her whole body trembled, and he could taste her tangy flavor on his tongue as she flooded with wetness. He let her ride out the aftershocks, slowing his motions when she pressed at his head, nudging him away.
His body was now screaming at him. He wanted her so fucking badly. “What do you want to do now, Willa?” he asked, his voice harsh with desire. Because he knew what he wanted—but more than sex, more than fucking, he wanted her to feel all right. Actually, he wanted her to feel amazing. Safe. Cherished. Adored.
He wanted her to feel like the center of the world. And if that meant he didn’t get off tonight, he’d live with it, because tonight was about taking care of Willa.
“Hudson,” she breathed. “Can you . . . can we . . . ?”
“I’m gonna need you to use your words this time, sweetheart. This one’s too important, and I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow and regret anything.”
“I won’t, I promise,” she said, her low whisper fervent. “I want you to fuck me, Hudson. Like you mean it.”
The words made his already hard dick even harder, somehow, although her choice of words somehow also made him smile. “Trust me, I mean it.”
He reached into his nightstand, getting a condom out of the open box. He rolled it on with shaking hands and internally scolded himself, but his heart was beating out of control. He wanted to make sure this was good for both of them, not just him.
“Hurry, hurry, hurry,” she pleaded, and he let out a rough laugh.
“I don’t want to be that fast.”
“I don’t care!” she said in an equally rough whisper. “I want you inside me, now .”
“Demanding,” he said, surprised. “I like it.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in, barely giving him enough time to position himself at her entrance. “I want it hard, and fast,” she rasped. “This once. We can do it slow later, and you can impress me with your stamina and your skills and whatever. But right now, I want to feel your cock stretching me out until I can’t breathe. I want those salsa-dancing hips ramming me until I can’t see. I want you to fuck me through the goddamned floor .”
Oh, fuck .
He hadn’t known what to expect from her. He’d been intrigued by cool and precise Willa. He’d been charmed by shy, sweet Willa. But dirty-talking Willa shocked him in the best way, and he felt his body say Yes, ma’am and just get to work.
He slid home inside her, bottoming out and barely registering the tight hot grip of her before his hips did, indeed, start ramming inside her, starting slow and building up in speed and intensity until they were both sweating.
All sense of finesse left the building. She clawed at his back and tugged at his hair as his hips moved like a jackhammer.
The two of them tussled with desperation. He sucked marks on her. She bit him. All thought of being quiet? Gone.
He felt the pressure building, and there was no way he could stop it. “Willa, I’m gonna ...”
“Yes yes YES !” she whisper-shouted, biting his shoulder, and he felt her tighten around him like a fist.
His body went haywire. He slammed into her as she held on for dear life, before his vision basically blacked out and his brain shut down. With a muted shout, he collapsed on top of her.
It took him a long second to get his bearings back. He propped himself up in a plank. “Are you all right?” he asked. Because no matter what she’d asked for, he’d essentially gone wild there. “Did I hurt you?”
She let out a long, contented sigh, her hips moving against him. “Mmmmm, no. I feel great.”
He chuckled softly, withdrawing carefully and taking care of the condom before ... well, flopping next to her. Then she laughed in response, and before he knew it, the two of them were giggling like kids at a sleepover.
“I don’t think we were quiet,” she said, and the two of them pressed their faces into the pillows, trying to stifle their laughter.
“Yeah, we screwed that up,” he agreed. He reached out, pushing sweat-damp hair out of her eyes. “Worth it, though.”
“Totally.” She was quiet for a second. “Thank you, Hudson. For everything.”
“You never need to thank me,” he said back. He heard her yawn, and he stroked her hair. “Get some sleep, sweetheart. It’s been a long day, and everything can wait until tomorrow.”
He could tell from her even breathing that she’d fallen asleep. He hoped she’d sleep in, but he’d get up and make sure that things were handled before she woke, as best he could.
He wasn’t sure what it was, or if it was too fast, or anything. For all he knew, this was going to be either the start of the most important relationship in his life or a romantic disaster of apocalyptic proportions.
Fuck it, he thought, cuddling her close. It was too late. No matter how she felt about it or what she decided, he was already all in, and no amount of thinking it through would change that.