Chapter 9-Daniela
Promises.
How important are they really?
Because I made one to myself.
I swore up and down I wouldn’t fall back into bed with Hudson—Tank—again.
Big mistake.
Because here I am.
Flat on my back, pinned to a cozy-ass mountain cabin bed by six and a half feet of heated, hard, hungry man.
Tank’s mouth is on me.
His hands, too.
He. Is. Everywhere.
And my entire body is singing a song of surrender.
His voice is gravel and silk all at once as he breathes against my neck, “Fuck, Dani, I want to make you come. I need to see you come. You’ll let me touch you, won’t you, Sweetheart? Let me make you feel good?”
Oh God.
I’m so hot and wet I could cry.
My nipples are tight and aching, and there’s this pulsing between my legs that’s only getting worse the longer he teases me.
I nod like a woman possessed.
“Yes, Hudson, please. I want that too.”
His lips ghost over mine, and when I lean up for more, he pulls just enough away to whisper, “Please what? What do you want?”
I could die.
I could absolutely combust.
Because this is Hudson.
Not just some random hookup.
And the way he’s looking at me? Like I’m made of starlight and sex and fucking magic?
Well, it makes me feel brave. Seen. Wanted. And sexier than I’ve ever felt in my life.
“I want you to touch me, Hudson,” I whisper, breathless.
He raises a dark brow.
“I am touching you.”
His fingers skate down my thighs, grazing the delicate lace edge of my panties.
“But you gotta tell me where, Sweetheart.”
Teasing bastard.
My whole body arches, begging.
“No. I mean—really touch me. Stop playing.”
“Where?” he asks, voice thick with need. “Use your words.”
I swallow. My face heats. But I say it.
“I want you to touch my pussy, Hudson. I want you to make me come.”
And just like that, he goes molten.
“Fuck,” he growls. “There’s my brave and honest girl.”
The air shifts.
He moves with purpose now, and I hear it—the low riiiiip of my panties as he tears them away like they offended him.
I gasp, the cool air brushing over my burning skin.
Then his fingers are there. Sliding through my slick folds with reverence.
One slow, perfect circle over my clit and I moan, loud and unfiltered.
“Oh my God—”
His other hand is beneath my tank top, pushing it up.
I arch my back, helping him, needing to be skin to skin. Needing everything.
I strip it off like it’s on fire and throw it to the floor.
He’s watching me now. Those deep, glittering eyes are scanning every inch of my body like I’m something precious and fucking his.
Tank’s hand moves again, parting me. Stroking me.
The tease is maddening.
My body’s straining, desperate, drenched.
“Please,” I whimper. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m not stoppin’, Sweetheart,” he murmurs. “I’m just gettin’ started.”
And then he does it.
One thick finger pushes deep, and I let out a strangled moan as pleasure arcs up my spine.
He curls it just right.
And just like that, I forget my own name.
“Let me in, Dani. That’s it. Fuck,” he growls.
It’s so good. And I’m so close.
“Hudson, I want you inside me when I come,” I say suddenly.
And the craziest part?
I mean every damn word.
He freezes for a breath.
Just one.
His dark eyes scan my face, searching like he’s waiting for the catch, the moment I take it back or laugh it off.
“Fuck—I want that too, but Dani,” he groans, his voice rough and low, “I didn’t bring condoms. Didn’t want to be presumptuous.”
That gets me.
That tiny bit of restraint.
The thoughtfulness.
He could’ve assumed.
He’s gorgeous, built like a fantasy, and I’ve already had my hands all over him.
But he didn’t.
He didn’t assume.
He didn’t plan to sleep with me.
He just hoped.
And somehow that makes it so much worse.
So much better.
I could cry. Or kiss him. Or both.
“It’s okay,” I whisper, fingers trailing down his back. “I know the team had physicals last week. And I’m on the pill. I’m clean, Hudson. I swear.”
He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t get defensive. Just cups my cheek and nods, voice quiet.
“I know you are, Sweetheart. I wasn’t questioning that. But do you mean it? Would you let me take you bare?”
My throat tightens. “Yes. I want you, and well, you should know there’s been no one but you for a long time.”
The silence that follows isn’t awkward.
It’s weighty. Meaningful.
“There’s been no one but you for me too, Sweetheart,” he says, his words dragging across my skin like velvet and wildfire.
“No one else since the first day I saw you.”
“You don’t have to—”
“Dani,” he cuts me off gently, his fingers cradling my jaw, “I wouldn’t lie to you. There’s never been anyone like this. No one who got under my skin like you. No one I think about like this.”
And fool or not, I believe him.
Every word.
“Okay,” I breathe, my voice so soft I barely hear it myself. “I believe you.”
Then I reach for him, sliding my hand into his hair, dragging his mouth to mine like I’ve been dying for the taste.
Our kiss is messy, hungry, wet—full of all the things we haven’t said and all the things we’re finally brave enough to admit.
He shifts his body, and I feel him there—thick, hard, and so right.
My legs fall open as instinct takes over, and he groans as he sinks just barely against my entrance, not quite pushing inside yet.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he rasps, breath ragged.
“I won’t,” I say. “I can’t.”
“Fuck, Dani, you’re killing me. S’good.”
He groans again and finally—finally—pushes into me.
The stretch is unreal.
My mouth falls open.
My hands clutch his arms.
He’s big and deep and every inch of him feels like he was carved to fit me.
And the way he moans my name when he bottoms out?
It’s everything.
“Jesus, Dani,” he breathes. “You feel like fucking heaven.”
My body’s trembling, nerves alight and skin humming with too much sensation to hold still.
I roll my hips and feel him everywhere.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice already thick with restraint.
“So much more than okay,” I whisper. “But I need you to move, Hudson. Please.”
“I gotcha, Sweetheart. Hold on to me,” he says.
And when he does—when he starts to thrust—it’s like all the noise in my head goes quiet.
All that’s left is this.
Us.
Here.
Now.
Him, making love to me like I’m something sacred.
And me, falling so hard, I might never stop.