“My head between those beautiful thighs of yours, teasing your gorgeous pussy until you were squirming, panting and screaming my name while you came. You could say we came…together,” he finished in a low, sensual tone next to my ear right before he nipped my earlobe.
I closed my eyes as that visual flooded into my mind. “I’ve never—”
“You’d love it,” Hudson interrupted. “In my fantasy, you were begging me to make you come.”
Slick molten heat flowed between my thighs, and my nipples were so hard that it was almost painful.
Okay. Yes. I masturbated, and I’d been doing a lot of it lately, but my imagination wasn’t quite as vivid as Hudson’s.
Probably because he knew a lot more about hot and dirty than I did.
My body was on fire, and it was demanding a satisfaction that only Hudson could provide.
His mouth skimmed from my ear to my lips before he took my mouth with an insistent force that completely consumed me.
He kissed me like he needed to brand me, claim me, and there was nothing I wanted more than to be…his.
Hell, yes, I’d beg him to make me come.
I’d scream his name.
I’d be so lost to the pleasure of Hudson touching me that I’d end up completely mindless.
I let out a hungry moan against his lips, and speared my hands into his hair.
Needing more.
Needing…him.
I was panting when he released my mouth, grabbed the braid of hair at the back of my head, and pulled it so my head tilted to give him better access to my sensitive neck.
My entire body started to tremble with need as his tongue stroked over my heated skin.
“Hudson,” I said on a long groan. “Please. I need… I need…”
“You need me,” he rasped into my ear, one big hand smoothing up my back. “Jesus Christ, Taylor. Don’t you ever wear a bra?”
I shook my head helplessly. “Don’t need it. Too small.”
His hands cupped my breasts, each of his thumbs teasing the hard peaks of my nipples. “They’re fucking perfect,” he said in a harsh voice.
I squeaked as he lightly pinched one nipple, and then stroked it with a soothing, circular motion.
My hands fisted hard in his short hair, my entire body tight with desire as he moved a hand down to the zipper of my jeans.
“Oh, God, Hu—”
My words were completely swallowed when his mouth crashed down on mine, and I lost every thought in my head as his fingers slipped into my panties, and stroked over my throbbing clit.
He tore his mouth from mine before he cursed, “You’re so fucking wet.”
“Because I want you too damn much,” I hissed.
“You could never want me too much,” he denied huskily. “Come for me, sweetheart. I’ll make that ache go away.”
I gasped as he put more pressure on that tiny bundle of nerves, each slick caress of his fingers getting harder and faster.
He was relentless. When he buried his face in my neck again, and started nipping and licking my skin, my head fell back, and I arched hard against him.
My climax happened hard and fast.
“Hudson, yes!” I cried, abandoning all attempts to gain any semblance of control.
My body imploded, and then shuddered as he grasped my ass and pulled me against him until I could feel his very large, steely erection straining against the zipper of his jeans.
I felt utterly overwhelmed as he cradled my body against his muscular form while I tried to get my out-of-control heartrate and breathing back to normal.
I ran my hands down his back, and then up under his shirt, drowning in his masculine scent, and the feel of his hot, bare skin.
He let out a long breath beside my ear. His tone was deliciously wicked as he said hoarsely, “Making you come was probably the best thing I’ve ever done in a very long time.”
“I’d really like to return the favor,” I whispered as I tried to get to the front of his body with my hand.
He took both of my wrists and firmly drew my arms around his neck, and I knew he’d done it to get my hands away from his cock.
“You’d be playing with fire, sweetheart,” he growled. “Not happening.”
I kissed his sensual lips tenderly before I said, “I think I could handle watching you go up in flames.”
Not only could I deal with watching Hudson lose control, I’d relish every moment of it.
He kept such a tight leash on himself, trying to control his every emotion, that I’d like to see him