he’s heartbroken. Is it possible that Hudson Slade is actually in love with me?
“So what now? What do I say or do to right everything I’ve fucked up?”
“Girl, you know what to do,” she assures me. “Hey, Wyatt just walked in. Call me later and let me know how everything turns out. I can’t wait to tell Wyatt that you’re the girl of Hudson’s dreams.” She giggles, then hangs up the phone.
I let the phone fall from my hands as I daze off watching TV. Hope flows through me like a dam has been busted, but at the same time, so does my old pal, doubt. Even if what Destiny said is true, it still doesn’t change our predicament. It would still have to be a secret. It could still cost me my brother, the only family I have left. And yes, even though I love and need Hudson, my brother means more to me than anything else in the world. Always has and always will. I have no idea how to get my heart out of the vice it’s in when it comes to Hudson Slade.
Hours later, I’m on the couch half-asleep when the door opens and in walks Hudson. Excitement courses through my body. He’s alone. He didn’t bring his date home, and Brad isn’t with him.
“How was the date?” I ask, sitting up on the couch so he can sit down.
He sits at the opposite end and drops his keys onto the table. “It was fine. Virginia was nice. We had a lot in common, a lot of the same interests.”
I press my lips together and grind my teeth. “Well, that’s nice. Brad must have done a great job at setting you up.”
“I don’t think I’m going to see her again,” he confesses.
“What? Why?” I ask, turning to study his face. His icy blue eyes lock on mine, and I can feel the pull he has on me. It’s drawing me closer without even me realizing it.
“Because she’s not you.”
The next thing I know, I’m flying through the air, launching myself at him. He somehow manages to catch me as our lips touch. His lips demand that I open my mouth and let him in, and that’s exactly what I do. His tongue finds mine, and they dance and swirl together as tingles and passion flood my body.
“I’m so sorry, Hudson,” I say against his lips, but he shakes his head.
“Don’t be. All I need is you. I don’t give a fuck about anything else.” His lips close in on mine again, and my hands tangle into his hair, pulling him closer. My hips have a mind of their own, and they start grinding against his length, which is already hardening against me. A moan escapes and he lets out a growl.
“Fuck, you don’t know what that sound does to me,” he says, picking me up against him and carrying me to his room. He slams my back up against the door, and it knocks the air from my lungs, but that only fuels my body more. I grab his shirt and as much as I like it, I want it off. I want to rip it off. I pull and tug, and the sound of the material ripping cuts through the silence. It doesn’t stop him though. He just pushes it off his arms before his hands find my shirt. He pulls it off in the same fashion, ripping it down the center until my breasts are spilling out. His greedy hands move upward, cupping each one, his thumbs grazing over my nipples, causing an electric current to shoot from my chest straight to the needy junction between my thighs. He breaks our kiss, and his eyes look down at my chest where he’s touching me.
“Mmmm, fuck, I’ve missed you.” His head dips forward, and his mouth closes in around my nipple, sucking it into his hot mouth as his tongue flicks against it. I see stars. I can’t do anything but lean my head back against the door while his mouth takes everything it wants from me.
“Fuck me, Hudson,” I plead.
He releases my nipple with a pop. “You know how I like you to beg,” he says, setting me on my feet and dropping down to his knees. He looks up at me, and he’s wearing a sinful grin as his hands push my cloth shorts down my legs, exposing all of me to him.
“Please, Hudson. I need you. Please, fuck me.” I have no