Hudson (Anderson Billionaires #4) - Melody Anne Page 0,21

she could ignore him. “I’m perfectly fine on my own. I don’t get stuck with people.”

“I have a hotel reservation on the water. Come with me. Let’s finish that kiss,” he said, reaching out and brushing his finger down her arm. She tensed. Though she was trying to play it cool, he could see the desire lighting her eyes. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her. She was obviously a woman who used a hell of a lot more restraint than he did when he was going after something he desperately wanted.

“I’m not spending the night with you,” she said. The huskiness in her voice countered her refusal.

He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Yes, you will because you need to do this as much as I do.” Then he cupped her cheek and turned her head, giving her only a second to stop him if she really wanted to. She didn’t. He finally tasted her lips again, something he’d wanted to do from the second he’d woken up to find her missing.

He hadn’t slept that well in a very long time. He had no doubt it was because she’d been in his arms. What an odd sensation; he didn’t like sleeping with anybody. He’d always do the deed, and then he was gone. They’d both be satisfied. There’d been no need to cuddle and pretend it had meant something more than it had.

But for the first time he’d actually cuddled and slept with a woman — and it had happened before they’d even had sex. An odd sensation indeed. He should already regret it, but he didn’t. Instead he wanted more.

He released her lips, loving the flush on her cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, making her sigh.

“I’m not this girl. I don’t have one-night stands.”

He wanted to throw his hands in the air in victory. She’d go to his room with him. He felt it. She was trying to justify it to him and to herself.

“I know you aren’t,” he assured her. “I’m not going to lie and say I’m a saint, but believe it or not, I don’t normally pick up women at an airport and beg them to go to a hotel with me.” As a matter of fact, it had been a while since he’d been with any woman. He wasn’t going to add that and lead to a road where she wanted to know how many he had been with. That might end his night before it even started.

“I wouldn’t mind getting a real shower. It would be better than hanging out at the airport all night again,” she finally said.

“There’s definitely a shower in my room. And I can reach places on your body you can’t,” he told her. The door to the plane opened and people all around them stood. He needed to lock this in before they exited.

She looked around before her gaze locked with his again.

“I’ll come to your room, but that doesn’t mean I’m having sex with you. I have nothing better to do, and I wouldn’t mind a hot shower after all of this traveling,” she said. Her eyes were firm.

Hudson should’ve refused her right then and there because he knew he was in super dangerous territory. The woman had just told him she might not have sex with him, and . . . he was actually okay with it. He’d be okay if they did nothing more than talk all night like they had on the plane.

Something was wrong with him. He was sure it would clear up the minute she was out of his presence. But for now, something was seriously wrong with him. He sure as hell hoped it got fixed sooner rather than later.

“Let’s go then. I’m ready to move my legs.”

He wasn’t sure what was going to happen next. With this woman, that might be a normal feeling. What wasn’t normal was how okay he was with it.

Chapter Eight

Daisy couldn’t believe she’d agreed to come to Hudson’s hotel. What was she thinking? She could tell herself all day long it was because she needed a hot shower and a comfortable bed, but she knew she was lying.

The truth was she wasn’t ready to part ways with him just yet. She should do it fast before they were with each other long enough for it to hurt when he was no longer there. But there was no way she could fall for the guy in one