29. Eva
EVA
We barely make it back to the house before we’re tearing into each other.
Our wet footprints streak across the hardwood as we stumble down the hallway, laughing breathlessly one second and kissing desperately the next.
By the time we reach the bedroom, I'm already tugging my sweater over my head, and Hudson's hands are everywhere.
The second we cross the threshold, he lifts me up.
I gasp as my legs lock around his waist, his big hands gripping my thighs while he kisses me hard enough to make my head spin.
There’s nothing distant about him tonight.
No hesitation.
Just heat.
And the unmistakable sense that he's done fighting this.
His mouth crashes against mine, biting my lower lip just enough to sting, and the rough sound that leaves him when I moan into his mouth sends heat rushing through me.
“Eva Sorenson,” he mutters against my lips. “You drive me fucking insane.”
I laugh breathlessly, but it dissolves into a gasp when he lays me gently onto the bed and immediately follows me down.
Then his mouth closes around one nipple, sucking hard enough to pull a sharp cry from me, and my back arches instinctively off the mattress.
“That’s it,” he growls softly against my skin. “Let me hear you.”
The intensity of him is dizzying.
In every touch, every rough breath against my throat, every movement that feels one second away from unraveling.
And God, I love it.
I need more.
I want him inside of me to fill me up.
“Fuck,” I whisper when he finally gives me room to breathe. “I want you in my mouth.”
He growls and drags his shirt over his head, revealing the broad planes of his chest and stomach, all hard muscle and faded scars.
Then his pants are gone too, and my mouth actually waters at the sight of him.
“You keep looking at me like that,” he says roughly, “and this is going to get really out of hand.”
“Maybe I want out of hand.”
Something dark flashes across his face.
His cock is thick and heavy, just like the rest of him.
He positions himself above me, the head right there at my lips.
I take him slowly at first, teasing because I can’t help myself.
My tongue swirls around his head before dragging down the length of him as my hand moves up and down his shaft.
Hudson curses under his breath instantly.
“Eva…”
The warning in his voice only makes me bolder.
I take more of him into my mouth, watching the exact second his composure starts cracking.
His head falls back slightly, one hand gripping the headboard behind me hard enough that the wood creaks.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re gonna kill me.”
I hum around him just to make him twitch.
His eyes close briefly as he comes apart a little more, his hips rocking forward before he catches himself.
My hand slides around to grip his ass, encouraging him closer, and his eyes snap open immediately.
“Careful,” he warns.
He slides a hand into my hair, guiding me, and the low sound that leaves him when I take him deeper sends a sharp pulse of want through me.
I can’t help the noises I make as I pleasure him.
“Good girl,” he rasps.
My thighs clench at the praise, and my whole body aches for more.
The room fills with ragged breath, quiet curses, and the wet sounds of him fucking my mouth while I take everything he gives me.
I can tell how close he is from the way his body starts betraying him—muscles tightening, breathing turning uneven, composure slipping piece by piece.
“Eva,” he grits out suddenly. “If you keep doing that?—”
I hollow my cheeks on purpose.
His entire body jerks.
“Oh, fuck.”
The word tears out of him.
He pulls back abruptly before he completely loses it, breathing hard as he stares down at me with a look that’s almost disbelieving.
“Goddamn, woman,” he finally mutters.
I burst out laughing.
Real laughter that brings tears to my eyes.
Hudson stares at me for half a second before he starts laughing too, low and completely unguarded.
I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as a real smile on Hudson Cross’s face.
The tension doesn’t disappear with the laughter.
If anything, it softens into something even more dangerous.
Then he leans down and kisses me again, slower this time.
Deep and lingering.
His fingers slide between my thighs while he kisses me, and I gasp into his mouth as he strokes me slowly, deliberately, until I’m trembling beneath him.
“You’re so responsive,” he murmurs against my lips. “Every time I touch you…”
I whimper softly when his fingers curl just right.
“That’s it,” he says.
The praise burns straight through me.
My body moves instinctively with every thrust of his hand, chasing friction, chasing more. I’m already so sensitive that it takes almost nothing to push me toward the edge.
But then he lines himself up at my entrance, and every coherent thought disappears.
He pauses there.
Forehead against mine.
Breathing hard.
“You sure?” he asks quietly.
The fact that he asks nearly wrecks me.
“Yes.”
His eyes search mine one last time before he starts pushing inside me slowly.
Very slowly.
And holy shit.
I knew he’d be big.
I just wasn’t prepared for this.
The stretch borders on painful at first, enough that my nails dig into his shoulders, but Hudson immediately pauses.
“Breathe,” he murmurs. “I got you.”
I breathe, and he slips in, inch by glorious inch, until there’s no space left between us.
“There you go,” he whispers when he finally bottoms out. “Fuck…look at you taking me.”
He gives me time to adjust, kissing me slowly while I settle around him. My legs spread wider to make room for him.
I shift beneath him, needing more, and a rough laugh leaves him like he understands exactly what I’m asking for.
The first thrust nearly knocks the breath from my lungs.
“Hudson—”
“I know,” he groans. “I know, baby.”
The pace builds slowly before he finally lets go and drives into me hard enough to steal every coherent thought from my head.
The sound of skin against skin fills the room while the soft music plays
He keeps kissing my mouth, my jaw, my throat. Sometimes he bites softly enough to sting before soothing it with his tongue.
Everywhere he touches feels electric.
I can’t do anything except cling to him while he drives me higher and higher.
“You feel so fucking good,” he mutters against my mouth, sounding wrecked. “Mine. You’re mine, Eva…”
Mine.
The word should scare me.
Instead, it settles somewhere deep inside me, where it belongs.
The orgasm hits suddenly and violently.
My pussy is clenching, my clit is throbbing. Every muscle in my body seizes as pleasure crashes through me hard enough to blur my vision.
I cry out helplessly, arching against him while he talks me through it in a hoarse, desperate voice.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Beautiful girl. Breathe for me.”
I’m still trembling when I realize tears are slipping down my cheeks.
Not from pain.
Not from fear.
Just…too much feeling all at once.
I look at him, and the words slip out before I can stop them.
“I love you.”
Hudson freezes.
I let out a shaky laugh through my tears.
“I know that’s insane,” I whisper. “I know I probably need serious therapy, but I don’t even care anymore.”
His expression cracks wide open. Raw.
Almost wrecked.
Like no one has ever loved him out loud before.
Then his control finally snaps completely.
He buries himself deep with a broken groan and comes hard, gripping me tight while he repeats the same words over and over against my mouth.
“You’re fucking mine. All of you.”
Like a prayer.
When it’s over, he rolls us carefully so I’m sprawled across his chest with his cock still inside of me, his arms wrap around me, and we both struggle to catch our breath.
Neither of us speaks for a long time.
We just lie there tangled together while the music drifts through the room, and his heartbeat pounds steadily beneath my cheek.
His fingers keep moving through my hair like he needs the reminder that I’m still here.
And for the first time since all of this began?—
I feel safe.