Hudson (Anderson Billionaires #4) - Melody Anne Page 0,24
from his head as he pulled her close, giving her time to say no if this wasn’t what she wanted — or more accurately if she chose to deny both of them of what they truly needed. He saw the desire in her eyes. She wanted this as much as he did.
He knew the second she decided — and he didn’t hesitate.
His lips touched hers, and it was pure magic. For a moment their eyes met, the connection almost too much for him to handle. He was both disappointed and relieved when her lids lowered and she fell into the kiss.
Her hot breath brushed his lips as her arms wound around his waist and tightened. It was taking massive willpower on his part not to rip away her clothes and see what she’d been hiding from him all day. But he didn’t want this to be over in the blink of an eye, and as hard as he’d been from the moment he’d met her, he feared that could very well happen.
The kiss deepened as she grew more confident. He could feel it in the way she pressed against him, her breasts crushing against his chest as she pulled his bottom lip between her teeth and took a little nibble that went straight to his groin.
They were still on the balcony, and he pushed her against the rail as their hands trailed each other’s backs, and their mouths danced together. It was a give and take that had him wondering if he’d ever get enough.
She reached up and ran her hands through his hair, tightening her fingers and tugging, keeping him locked to her. This woman who’d seemed so reserved the entire flight was completely different the moment her passion was stoked.
Almost painfully, he ripped his mouth from hers and stepped back so he could look at her and truly see how beautiful she was with her flushed skin and heaving chest.
“You’re stunning,” he whispered in awe. Her eyes opened a tiny bit as she gave him a hint of a smile.
“And you’re making me hot,” she said.
He reached up and began undoing the buttons on her shirt. He’d always hated buttoned shirts. It was taking some mass restraint to not rip the thing open. But he reminded himself to take it slow and easy. He wasn’t worried he’d scare her away, but he wanted to remember every single moment of this night.
He pulled off her shirt and looked at her lightly tanned skin . . . and the surprisingly bright pink lacy bra highlighting her gorgeous chest.
Reaching forward, he ran his fingers across the top of her chest, her skin like silk, and hot to the touch. He was sure her blood was as hot as his. She groaned as his fingers traced the lace of her bra, lightly skimming across her nipples which were hard and pressing against the delicate material.
Wanting a bed, he lifted her, then kissed her hard before stepping into the suite and carrying her to the bedroom. He barely paused as he set her feet on the floor and began removing the rest of her clothes.
Her pants came off, revealing long, toned legs, and the matching bright pink panties. He took a step back to gaze at her, thrilled at the sight. He wouldn’t mind gazing at her body for a few hours as he traced every square inch with his fingers and mouth. She was absolutely delicious.
As much as he was enjoying her lingerie, he wanted to see the rest of her, so he reached behind and undid the clasp of her bra, losing his breath as he pulled it away, taking the weight of her breasts in his hands and squeezing, making her cry out in pleasure.
“I . . . I . . . my legs are going to buckle,” she huskily warned. He was in awe that he was causing her to tremble so — and he’d barely begun.
He laid her down on the bed, removing the only barrier left: those amazingly delicate pink panties. He ran his tongue down the side of her neck and over her breasts, circling her nipples for long, agonizing seconds before finally getting his first taste. Her back arched off of the bed as he sucked and nibbled one and then the other, going back and forth for several moments. He didn’t ever want to stop.
“You have too many clothes,” she gasped as she pressed closer to him, reaching down and tugging on his hair.