he slipped through my slick sex, dipping a finger inside.
“Fuck. I was a blind fool.”
I couldn’t speak, not coherently anyway and not while he worked my body into a firestorm. I tipped my head to face him, but before I could kiss him, he pulled his fingers from beneath my underwear and did something I’ll never forget as long as I live. Eye to eye, he slipped the two fingers he’d been using on me into his mouth and moaned.
“Mmmm. All mine.”
Was it wrong that I liked it? The idea of being his? The idea of him possessing my body? Even if it was all pillow talk, I was a sucker for it.
Knowing he was in control, I could just be. I could shut the noise in my mind off and trust him because this wasn’t sex with a date or someone I kind of knew. It was sex with Hudson, and although he was stubborn and cocky, he’d never hurt me.
Still unable to speak with any semblance of language, I guided his face to mine to pour all my words into a kiss. I needed him to know how much I wanted him. How hungry I was for more. My other hand wandered to the bulge in his pants and stroked him over the fabric, and he twitched against my palm.
As if he could read my mind, in a flash he shucked his shoes and socks and pants and boxer br—oh my God!
While pulling my panties off, I froze and swallowed, getting a real, up-close glimpse of Hudson totally naked. I’d joked with him before about his size according to my teenage memories, but this man’s anatomy was no longer a laughing matter.
On his knees beside me, he looked down at himself and then lifted his gaze to mine. It had to be written all over my face.
“Hey,” he said and lifted my hand to his lips. “You trust me?”
Without hesitation, I nodded, but that didn’t do anything to quell the anxiety forming in the pit of my stomach. What if we legit weren’t compatible?
Flipping my wrist over, he pressed his mouth on the underside and then spoke against my skin as he worked his way up. “Wipe that worried look off your face, Lex. I know what I’m doing.” The sexiest, most playfully wicked grin spread across his face. Confidently, he whispered from only a few inches away, “Relax. I’m going to make you come so hard and get you so wet, there won’t be an issue when I push inside you, and I’m going to love every fucking second of it.”
My heart all but stopped. How had a man like this been under my nose all this time?
One thing about Hudson: He never lied.
And as he explored me and turned me inside out, he praised my body aloud, telling me over and over, “You’re so damn perfect.”
With his lips and fingers at my sex for only God knew how long, he pulled not one…not two…but three of the most toe-curling orgasms out of me. With me languid in his arms, he positioned us on our sides, face-to-face, and with his masterful hand, he palmed my ass and then draped my leg over his hip. He shifted ever so slightly and straddled my other leg, making us one tangled mess of sweat and need.
My eyes were heavy with desire, and my whole body was consumed with a euphoria like I’d never experienced before.
Expertly, he slipped his hand between us and guided his tip to my slick and ready entrance.
“Hi.” He smiled when I slowly blinked up at him.
“Hi,” I mouthed, breathless.
His smile faded, and his blue eyes leveled me. “Let me make you mine.”
“Please.”
Then, gently, with more control than I’d ever dreamed this powerful man had, he sank into me inch by perfect inch.
We were pleasure and pain.
We were gentle and savage.
We were scratches and tenderness and bites and moans and screams, and before it was all done, I was Hudson Bradley’s and he was gasping for air, with his eyes pinched shut, saying my name.
There was no going back.
The bright morning sun warmed my face, stealing me from sleep. With the sweet, well-used ache of my muscles, I could have slept for a million years. My eyes weren’t even open, but a lazy smile pulled at my lips as erotic memories flooded my senses.
Though the cool, empty bed beside me left a lot to be desired.
I did a quick one-eyed geographical check, and yep, I was at