Chapter 20 #3
“I’ve dreamed about this…” She rolled her hips. “Every night…” His cock jumped between her thighs. “For a year.”
Those lips created for pleasure and sculpted for sin tilted into a smile so cocky it should be outlawed.
“Good little thief.” He snaked a hand under her sweatshirt and splayed his hand on her ribcage. “Tell me more.”
She closed her eyes for a heartbeat. A moan as rough as his calloused fingers against her skin grated from her throat. “How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Make me listen to you like I’m a willing subordinate under your command?”
He threaded his hand into her hair and tugged her within inches of his mouth. “When you’re straddling my cock and making those sexy as fuck sounds that make me harder than I’ve ever been in my life, you are my subordinate.”
His dominant statement hitched her breath. Wet, hot desire flooded the already soaked lace under her yoga pants as she sunk her teeth into her lower lip and rocked against his unforgiving length.
He tightened his fist in her hair. Delicious pain speared through her belly and found its target. As it hit where their bodies ground together, pleasure rocketed through her with such intensity that every muscle seized.
In slow motion, he leaned closer and brushed his lips along the underside of her jaw. “You love the idea of submitting control to me? Do you know why?”
The stars danced along with her trembling body. She already knew the answer to his question, but she needed to hear what she couldn’t define, let alone voice, until now. “Why?”
“Because it’s my job now to take care of your every need, even ones you didn’t know you had.”
“Yes.” God yes. If anyone could take her to a secret place where pure carnal bliss drowned out constant chaos, it was Hudson.
“Yes to what, Tessa?”
She glided her hand between their bodies and yanked the zipper of his sweatshirt down. Desperate for him to stop talking and start delivering, she splayed her fingers on his bare chest and pressed into hard muscle. “Yes, to whatever you’re demanding or thinking.”
“You want to know what I’m thinking about demanding? The same thing I was thinking about when I laid in bed earlier today and jerked off to your picture.” He slipped his finger between her lips and pressed down on her teeth. “Open for me, little—"
She cut him off as she crashed her mouth to his and surrendered herself to a man she didn’t have a future with. Nothing good ever stayed in her life.
Slanting his head, he groaned against her mouth. Delicious vibrations cascaded through every nerve ending as he cupped both cheeks between his hands. The not-so-gentle way he caged her face flipped her belly.
With equal hunger, he drove his tongue past her lips. Starbursts danced on her tongue as she opened wide for him and let him take over.
“You taste so goddamn good, Tessa.”
She tried to return the sentiment, but he ran his tongue along her teeth and nipped her bottom lip.
As she groaned, or moaned, or hell, purred from the tingling pressure, an animalistic energy pulsed in other places she wanted his mouth.
The carnal surge increased with the slow drag of his tongue over the spot he’d bitten and now worshipped in equal measures.
Hudson broke the kiss. “You liked that didn’t you?”
“I didn’t know I did, but yeah.”
She’d had sex with three men in her life.
The first had been a boy she regretted giving her virginity and her trust too.
The other two guys she’d dated in her mid-twenties had touched her with tenderness and restraint, like they’d somehow sensed the fragility she’d fought to hide.
But Hudson hadn’t sensed it—he’d witnessed it.
And from the moment he’d seen her panic, he knew what to say and what to do to keep her from unraveling.
Except now she didn’t want to stay guarded and wound up so tightly it hurt to look over her shoulder for threats. She wanted to come completely undone.
He skimmed his hands down her arms and settled them on her hips as he scraped his teeth along her collarbone. “If you don’t like anything I do or say, tell me and I’ll stop and shut up. Understand?”
“Yes, but don’t you dare stop.”
“I’m just getting started.” He claimed her mouth again as he slipped his hands between them. She jolted as he grazed the top of her pussy with his knuckles. “Do you get wet when you think about me?’
“Yes.” She reached down, surprised by her boldness, and pressed his hand against the throbbing in her clit. “But never this wet.”
“Good, on both counts.” He moved his thumb against the swollen nub he could feel through her thin pants. “What do you do when you’re alone? When you’re wet and thinking about me? Do you—"
Hudson stiffened and whipped his head toward the side of the house. Snatching his hand up, he pressed a finger to her lips.
Even with her heart pounding in her ears and her muscles primed to run if danger rounded the corner, she could smell her arousal on his skin.
“Hudson?” Footsteps sounded on the stone. “You back here?”
Hudson dropped his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fuck.”