Chapter 35
ANDREA
Iend up truly enjoying our date. After our meal, we lean over the railing, my fear of the boat spontaneously capsizing thankfully taking a backseat as I take in the view. The cruise cuts through the Providence River, the riverwalk, Waterplace Park, the Fox Point Hurricane Barrier, and the Providence industrial harbor.
Not only is the tour visually appealing, but it’s incredibly informative as well. Hudson points out the notable landmarks and rattles off random facts about them like the Great Gale of 1815 that nearly wiped out the entire city. The Fox Point Hurricane Barrier, which spans the length of the Providence River was built in the sixties to protect the downtown area from floods and damaging storm surges.
He also talks about the I–95 bridge that connects interstate 95 with interstate 195 and how it was actually manufactured at Quonset point in Rhode Island. The bridge was transported via a barge ship. I actually remember hearing about it when I was young, but I didn’t much care about it at the time. Now it all feels surreal. Hudson talks about the city with such pride that it makes it even more interesting to me.
By the time we make it back to the harbor, the city lights are on, lending an even more charming quality to the night. Maybe it’s all the champagne I drank with our food on the yacht; regardless, I’m feeling blissfully light.
I stumble on the sidewalk as we make our way to the Jeep. Hudson chuckles, “You’re so drunk.” He helps me into the car.
“I’m not drunk.” He doesn’t answer as he closes the door. He walks around the car to get in on the other side; as soon as his seatbelt is buckled, I twist to face him. “I only had four glasses of champagne, hardly enough to get me drunk,” I point out. I might be slightly tipsy and have my guard down, but I’m not drunk.
He smirks and, fuck, his lips look so tempting that I lick mine. His eyes darken as he follows the path of my tongue. My core clenches, remembering how talented the organ is. Before I can stop myself, my seatbelt is off and I”ve crawled into his lap.
“Andrea, I–” I interrupt him by covering his mouth with mine. His lips are firm and hot. I lick their seam with a whimper, wanting in. His lips part, the tip of his tongue finding mine. Sparks are set off, sending white hot heat through my veins. I moan into his mouth; he leans forward blindly to press something. I hear a soft buzzing sound, and I glance back to see a partition going up between us and the driver.
Before I can comment, his hand lands on my hips; he adjusts me until I’m sitting in just the right position to feel him. “Damn it, Andrea, tell me to stop,” he groans when my hands sink into his hair.
“We have an hour drive to get home,” I whisper seductively into his ear. He growls, biting my neck. I clutch his head and grind against his lap, “We don’t have to stop.”
His head comes up, and he gives me a searing look. “If I have you now, I’m not giving you a chance to take a step back again.”
I would agree to anything right now if it means he would give in, but part of me actually wants to submit to his claim. “Yes, and the good thing is, I’m on birth control now,” I add, taunting him, and he groans deeply.
“Listen to me, Andrea. If we do this, you’re mine, and not just in name. But completely. Do you understand?”
I gulp, seeing how serious he is. But isn’t that what I want and what I’ve been craving since I woke up this morning, even though I was terrified that I might be pregnant? I’ve agreed to the contract. We’re getting married. We’ve had sex. Why do we have to stop? “I already said yes, why are you still talking?”
He growls, wrapping his fist around my hair to drag me closer until our lips meet again. I gasp at the brutal force with which he’s holding me, kissing me aggressively…if not possessively. His hands clench my ass tightly, dragging until there isn’t a sliver of space between us. Seeing him lose control turns me on so much that I moan into his mouth; he grabs the opportunity sucking my tongue.
He breaks the kiss, panting as his hand travels upward. He drags the front of my dress down to expose my breasts. He licks his lips and coos, “I’ve wanted to taste these for a long long time.” He buries his face in my chest, his tongue darting everywhere but to the aching points where I need him the most.
“Hudson,” I groan. Finally, he turns his head and sucks a nipple into the warm heat of his mouth. He drags his tongue over the sensitive flesh, and I arch my back with a cry. He thumbs my left nipple, flicking it as he suckles on the right. The sensation is overwhelming; as I grind on him, I realize that I could come like this.
He lifts his head from my breasts with a feverish fire in his eyes. He stammers, “I need inside you.” His hands go to my thong, and I scramble off his lap to help him rip it off. “Stay,” he commands, gripping the strings of the lacy material on either side of my hips. He pulls and the material gives way with a light ripping sound. Holy hell if that doesn’t send my arousal through the roof.
My hands go to his pants, and I fumble with his belt. He slaps my hands away impatiently and takes over. As soon as the fly is down, he draws out his thick cock. I catch my first real glimpse of him. I moan and run my hand over the thick length before bringing my lips down to taste him. He doesn’t let me indulge myself long as the act is making him buck his hips involuntarily. “Fuck, Andrea,” he growls, then raises me to expose my entrance. “Ready?”
I barely answer with a whimper and a nod before he inches in slowly. I stretch to take him in. I’m sopping wet, but he’s so big. Once his cock is fully inside me, he drops his head back with a groan and goes still.
“No, more!” I shift myself upward, taking matters into my own hands, and he grins again. One hand goes to my head, tangling my hair, while the other grabs my ass. My face snuggles his neck. I inhale his intoxicating scent as he thrusts up so hard that my knees lift off the seat.
“Hudson,” I groan as I latch onto his neck, sucking hard. I moan over and over with each thrust, the pleasure so intense that all I can do is let him fuck me. He uses his grip in my hair to drag my face from his neck before proceeding to devour my mouth, thrusting his tongue with the same rhythm as his cock. His movements become harder and faster, and I have to grip the headrest tightly to remain on his lap.
“Fuck, you feel like heaven. As if I’d want to be anywhere but inside you,” he remarks feverishly in a mix of broken Italian and English. His words make me buck, and he surges deeper inside me. “Come for me, Andrea.” As if I have a choice.
I hiss in a breath as he continues speaking, telling how much he’s been craving me since he first woke up, his voice gravelly and thick.
“Yes, Hudson,” I moan and start chanting his name like a prayer. He tightens his grip on my hair until a sting of pain spreads from my scalp all over my body, making me more feverish.
“When you left the bedroom this morning, I jerked off in the bathroom with your body wash. I fantasized about how wet you were for me last night. I fucked my fist with your scent in my nose and your tight little body on my mind,” he growls and my core clenches greedily around him. His eyes widen, lips parting, and he continues to describe every way he plans on taking me–bending me to his will and claiming me completely.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant mindlessly, my head grazing the roof of the car with each vigorous thrust. Deep tremors begin as my orgasm rips through me. I throw my head back and scream his name, letting him know that only he has this power over me. I want him to own every one of my orgasms from now on; there’s no chance in hell another man could bring me this much elation and undiluted pleasure.
He withdraws his cock to the tip and thrusts back in, forcing himself into my spasming channel. He presses his cheek against mine, snarling in my ear, “You’re so tight. So wet. So…Uh! ” He trails off with a growl as he comes inside me, thrusting with each release into me.
Afterward, he clasps me tightly; as we catch our breaths, I pepper kisses over his face, his neck, and the shell of his ear. “That was…unexpected,” he murmurs.
I pull back and see that he’s still fully dressed. His pants are still around his waist but tucked down slightly to free his cock. I grin at him, “The best things usually are.”
“You don’t regret it?” he asks, watching me curiously.
I take a moment to think before I answer. “No,” I state truthfully. “In fact, I’m already thinking about when we can do that again.”
He lowers his forehead against mine and murmurs huskily, “Good.”