Chapter 41
Chapter Forty-One
SCRAMBLED PLANS
HUDSON
I left Louisa in my bed. She tangled herself in the sheets, one leg twisted around the comforter, the other twisted around me.
It almost defies reality how much room she can take up in a bed, where I became part of the mattress, and she melted into me.
It was the best sleep of my life. Even though more than once I woke up like my body needed to confirm she didn’t retreat.
Once it started, once we threw down the gauntlet of our feelings, she was in my arms and I was in her faster than makes any sense. It was more than just want, it was the most insatiable need.
I’m standing at the stove, preparing the only thing I know how to make.
I can make a chicken breast also, but that’s not breakfast. I have everything laid out, the eggs set aside, the cream, the butter, even chives I ran out to get this morning.
Knowing she wouldn’t wake up before the sun.
She is the sun, and even at night when she rests, she’s never not burning.
I could never own the light. I just want to be the thing she casts down on.
I’ll be Icarus and fly as close as possible.
I don’t care that the reference is used to describe ego, my ego is the last thing I care about now.
She is the sun I’ll orbit around any way I can, so long as she agrees.
And at night, the darkness is just the countdown until she burns me alive all over again.
She’s light on her feet, but I know when she enters the room, even when my back is to her.
“Hungry?” I say without turning around.
“Depends, I recall you saying you weren’t known for much in the kitchen,” she teases, and I can hear the faintest end of a yawn in her voice, and my heart, finally free from the emotional chastity belt, skips a beat.
I turn to face her as she’s leaning against the kitchen island.
The large marble structure dividing the living room serving as the thing that’s keeping her upright.
The heavy sound of sleep softens my chest and hardens my cock all at once.
She looks wrecked in the most unimaginable way, the way I left her last night in a layer of sweat and her hair a mess that tells the exact story of where we were just hours ago.
It didn’t matter that we had been tearing each other’s clothes off since the gala, which reminds me I have to claim all the things she ‘won’ for us.
But what finally happened yesterday. Being loudly in love with her, and knowing, as she does, that she feels it in return.
I’ll never recover, and I have no interest in trying.
She’s dressed in nothing more than a t-shirt, god how this drove me wild for months, and now here she is, unabashedly half-dressed, this time knowing full well what it does to me.
I abandon the egg station, because my focus is singular, and the way she’s looking at me through thick eyelashes and desire means hers is too.
Two steps across the hardwood floor landing me right against her. Caging her in between my arms as she looks up at me, her cheeks bloom the flawless pink, that I know from the image I seared into my brain matches her nipples, and tells me she’s got the same thought I do.
I lean and drag my lips down her neck, stamping kisses deeply to be remembered long after my skin leaves hers.
“Ready to see what else I’m known for in the kitchen?
” I ask, the words spoken directly into her skin, as she holds herself up against the counter.
Knees weakening at the thought. She throws her arms around my neck and kisses me with more passion, no, more love, than any man deserves.
Especially me. I’m hard in a way I only can be for her.
“Show me,” she says with a smile against my lips.
I drop my hands to her waist and spin her quickly so her ass is pressed against my cock, and bend her forward against the counter.
She snaps her head around, and over her shoulder, the grin that spreads across her face as she adjusts her hips ever so slightly, moving her ass against me, tauntingly. Tossing her hair back and forth, an invitation for my hand to wrap around it.
I pull down my pants, freeing myself as I run my hand under the large shirt and up her back, following her spin like the only road on a map home.
Her ass exposed to me completely.
“So this was your plan all along?” She does a cute little shrug.
“Maybeeee.” The word is slow and soft, something we both know our bodies are not.
She kisses me over her shoulder, her lips are wet, as I know she is.
I cloak her with my body, pressing us together into the cold counter.
Slipping my arm under her ribs to protect her just a bit from the inevitability of what we both feel.
“Hudson, please,” she whimpers, knowing the waiting is causing her the same desperation I have.
I force my foot between her stance and kick her legs apart as she lets out a breath she’s going to need.
Reaching between her legs, she’s soaked, and sensitive as I begin to play with the wetness gathered, dipping my fingers in like a forbidden fucking pool, and she tightens around me as I do.
I slowly retract them, grabbing her face to pull her mouth closer to mine, dragging the wetness from her across her lips before I take her mouth with mine, the taste on our lips as I curl my tongue deep into her mouth and slide into her, painfully slowly from behind.
The shirt has ridden up, exposing her back to me, I pull it off her body and toss it to the floor, so we are both here, bare in the bright kitchen of our home.
I push deeper and deeper into her, and her eyes remain locked on mine.
“What a good girl, taking all of me,” I say between breaths.
And she does, she has every fucking part of me.
“My perfect girl.” She cries out in reply.
My hand is knotted in her hair and she looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes every bit as open as mine.
Because how could I ever look away from that face.
With every thrust, she meets me, throwing herself into me, our bodies won’t let this be halfway.
I pick up speed, thrusting deeper into her, so hard as she is bent forward over the marble, gasping, moaning for me as I do. And it’s a sound I never want to end.
I heard her crying out for months of fake orgasms through the wall between us and the ones I put up, and this?
It’s unimaginable, no amount of listening to her through drywall or headphones could have prepared me for what it would be like with her wrapped around my cock, crying out for more.
Completely unburdened by all the things we could say.
As I thrust, her body moves. I wrap my arm around her waist to pull her tight against me, her toes barely brushing against the floor, and I tangle my free hand back in her hair.
Her arms are splayed out in front of her, tits pressed into the marble in a way I hope they leave a sweaty print for me to gawk at when this is done.
She reaches out, stretches her whole body forward, and her fingertips brush the papers that were left here last night.
I can see the movement of her bright blue nails clawing towards them, until she gets them in her grip and swipes them all off the counter into a whirlwind of our mistakes that she refuses to share space with as our bodies push and pull desire between them.
“I…I’m… Hudson, fuck…” She’s panting my name as I move within her.
“Come on, sweetheart.” My voice is unrecognizable, a gruff that only appears for her.
“I want to feel you come for me.” My hand slides down the curve of her back and the round of her ass as she slams it back into me in sync, filling my palm, my fingers dig hard into the plump skin.
“It’s my turn, let me take all you’ve got. ”
That does it, whimpering between breaths as I unleash myself, she tightens around me, violently coming, crying out my name as she does, and I am in shambles with her.