Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Paige led Hudson inside her house, though they didn’t make it any farther than the front door when he closed it behind him, flipped the lock, then pushed her against it.
Their gazes clashed and held. Just for a moment.
Paige had never felt such a powerful connection to another person as she did Hudson. Every bad memory of the boy he’d been vanished the second he lowered his head and kissed her.
Hudson pressed into her, and with the door at her back and him in front of her, Paige was enveloped by him in the most beautiful way.
She didn’t consider herself weak, and she’d never viewed herself as the type of person who needed someone to be happy or feel complete or anything like that. And while that still held true, she realized she’d also never wanted someone either.
Not like she wanted him.
Hudson pushed her lips open, his tongue finding hers, tasting the faint hint of the beers they’d both had at the bar.
She wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders as his traveled to her waist. He pulled her blouse free from her jeans, his fingers grazing the bare skin beneath.
Their lips parted and they shared a brief, sweet smile before his mouth decided to do a little exploring.
He placed soft, warm kisses on her cheek, then the side of her neck, around her ear.
She tilted her head, closing her eyes, letting herself get lost in the pleasure.
Paige gripped his shoulders, then let her own hands slide lower. Like him, she wanted more.
His lips returned to hers as she pulled the hem of his shirt free from his jeans. Slipping her hands beneath, she finally felt those abs that had been her primary source of distraction for weeks.
He was silk over steel, and one touch only made her greedy for more.
Hudson ended the kiss, his forehead resting against hers, the two of them breathing each other in.
“I want you,” she whispered.
“I’m yours.”
It was a simple statement, just two words, but they packed a powerful punch.
Paige leaned her head back so that she could see his face, trying to determine if he merely meant for tonight or for…
The answer reflected in his rich brown eyes, the edges crinkled in a smile that made her so happy, it took her breath away.
“I’m yours too.” She’d never said those words to another man. Never felt that way. But there wasn’t a doubt in her mind she wanted to belong to Hudson. The same way she wanted him to belong to her.
Perhaps after the haze of lust and desire stopped pounding through her, she’d come to her senses and realize this was madness.
While she no longer viewed this man as the boy who’d bullied her in school, she’d only known the adult version of him for a month. Surely that wasn’t enough time to feel this damn sure.
Sure not only about tonight, but about him and them and…
Forever.
Hudson cupped her cheek. “I can see I’m going to have to do a better job of distracting you.”
She frowned, confused.
“That brain of yours is already questioning, cataloging, maybe organizing with color-coded tabs a bunch of reasons why this isn’t exactly what we both know it is.”
She breathed out an airy laugh. “Hudson.”
“Yes, Princess?”
“I know what this is. But I still want you to distract me.”
“As you wish.” With his hands cupping her cheeks as if she were made of the most precious and fragile glass, he distracted the hell out of her with a long, heady, passionate kiss.
This time, there were no more pauses.
Just lips and hands and gasping breaths.
Hudson began unbuttoning her blouse, the silky material falling apart as the last button slipped free. His gaze lowered, taking in her lacy bra.
“Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, running his finger along the tops of her breasts, his eyes locked on her face. “I could get lost in those dark eyes of yours and never be found.”
Hudson Ryan was an honest-to-God romantic. Who knew?
Paige shrugged her shoulders, letting the blouse fall away, dropping to the floor beneath. It was then they realized they were still standing at the front door, in her very messy, dirty, work-in-progress foyer.
Hudson grinned. “Bedroom.”
She nodded, taking his hand as he led the way. He knew her house as well as she did. Hell, he might know it even better, because he’d spent more time here the past month than she had.
They made it as far as the foot of the stairs before Hudson turned toward her, kissing her once more. This one harder, hungrier.
Paige matched him, her needs flashing just as hot. She gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. She was tired of only stealing glimpses of him. The second the shirt was gone, she was there, touching him—not only with her hands, but with her lips and tongue and…
Hudson groaned when she bit his pec.
“Wildcat,” he growled, in a deep, dark, pleased tone that said he liked her roughness.
Hudson reached up, taking her ponytail in his hand, tugging it with enough strength to force her head back, her face lifted to his.
She was a big fan of hair-pulling, her cheeks flushing, her arousal reaching fever pitch.
“You like that. Like when I’m rough,” he murmured, without waiting for a response. He didn’t need one. “You’re perfect.”
That word had chafed and annoyed her ever since that stupid newspaper article, but not anymore. Not with him.
Hudson kissed her again, neither of them coming up for air for several minutes. God, it could have been several hours for all she knew.
When they parted the next time, they were both breathless and flushed, the heat between them enough to burn the house down. She was also now missing her bra, and Hudson’s jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped.
She grinned.
Hudson narrowed his eyes, curious about her mirth.
“It feels like we’re leaving a trail of clothing so we can find our way back to the front door,” she said.
He chuckled, then shucked off his boots, kicking them next to her bra. “Then, I’ll leave another crumb here.”
She took his hand, the two of them climbing the stairs. They stopped every few steps to add another article of clothing to their trail—Hudson’s jeans, her sandals. At the top, he stripped off his socks.
They’d focused all their home renovations thus far on the downstairs. As such, the master bedroom was untouched. Mercifully, the wallpaper in this room was somewhat more subdued—although it was an obnoxious teal color—and the carpet, while old, wasn’t that godawful shag variety.
Not that any of that mattered right now, because neither of them bothered to turn on the light. There was enough provided from the moon and streetlamp outside that they could see each other just fine.
And what she could see of Hudson was seriously fucking fine. He stood before her in just his boxer briefs, his hard cock barely contained by the cotton.
Paige bit her lip briefly, wondering if she’d bitten off more than she could chew because…well, it appeared Hudson swung more than just one big hammer.
He wasted no time leveling the playing field, helping her out of her jeans. Then, he went one step farther, drawing her panties over her hips as well. He followed the scrappy piece of lace all the way down until he was on his knees in front of her.
Paige shivered with excitement and anticipation, wondering what he was going to do next. When he leaned forward, parting her folds with his thumbs, she whimpered.
“Hudson,” she whispered.
“Shh, Princess.” His breath blew on her now-exposed clit, and she closed her eyes, dizzy with need.
Hudson didn’t say anything else. Instead, he let his mouth and his fingers do the talking. And what a story they were telling.
Paige decided right then and there words were highly overrated, as he stroked his tongue up and down, leaving no part of her pussy untouched. She moaned when he circled her clit, then brought his teeth to the game, giving the sensitive nub a nip that was dead center of playful and painful.
She loved it.
Her hands flew to his shoulders, seeking purchase when her knees went weak.
Hudson continued to lick her clit, pushing her thighs apart to give him better access.
She gripped his hair when he pushed two of his thick, calloused fingers inside her, and Paige trembled, shocked to realize just how close she was to coming.
Within three rough thrusts, Hudson pushed her to the brink, and when he sucked her clit into his mouth in conjunction with his fourth thrust, she leapt into the abyss.
“Hudson!” she cried out, her body bowing forward, her spine officially jelly.
He was ready for her, one of his strong hands gripping her hip, holding her steady as her orgasm tore through her like a category five tornado.
It wasn’t until she managed to gather her wits that she realized she had to be hurting him, given the white-knuckle grip she had on his hair.
She loosened her hold as he grinned up at her, winking. “Hope you find bald men attractive,” he joked.
Paige laughed as much as her breathless state would allow, then sank down on the side of her bed.
Hudson rose from his place on the floor, sitting next to her. Paige reached for him, giving him a long, hot kiss because—damn—he deserved to feel her appreciation.
As they kissed, she drew her fingers over his chest before stroking his cock through his boxer briefs. Hudson placed his hand over hers, applying pressure as she moved her palm along the thick shaft.
“I want to make this good for you, Princess,” he said, “but it’s been a long time since…”
She was surprised by that confession. Hudson was a handsome, virile man, and he didn’t seem like the sort of guy to deny himself pleasure.
And not just in the sexual sense. She’d noticed he was the type of person who grabbed life by the horns, finding enjoyment in pretty much everything.
Be it a large platter of barbeque ribs from the restaurant or loudly singing along with his favorite song on the radio as they worked.
Hudson didn’t hold back when it came to the things that brought him happiness.
“How long is a long time?” she asked.