If I were a more girly girl, who hadn’t grown up with a bunch of wild bikers, I’d have slapped his face. But I wasn’t, so that wasn’t what I did. Instead I punched him in the stomach. I widened my eyes when I looked at him. Shit, I hadn’t meant to do that, I wasn’t an emotional outburst kind of person, and I didn’t go around hitting people, but he pushed me too far.
And then he laughed. The fucker laughed. I put both hands on his pecs and pushed. But he didn’t move. Not even an inch.
“What about your boyfriend, Waverley?”
He stepped up to me, leaning down so his mouth was by my ear, his breath warm against the skin on the back of my neck. He took two steps, and I instinctively stepped back, but he stayed with me until my back bumped against the wall.
“Tell me,” he said. “Because if he hurt you, I will fuck him up.”
I kept my head straight, level with his collarbone but raised my eyes so I was looking at him through my lashes. Slowly, his hand came up, his fingers gripped my chin, and he tilted my head. My heart was thrashing around in my chest, trying to break free. I should do that too, push him back, get him out of my space. He was too much, too much of his scent surrounding me. And the way he stared at me, there wasn’t so much anger now, no, his eyes were saying something different.
I shouldn’t tell him. He’d only gloat about it.
Was it hot in here? Of course it is, the sun is shining in and there are no open windows, no air conditioning.
Hudson raised his other hand and both of them came around to cup by cheeks, his forefingers tapping my temples. “What is going on insidethere?” he said in a deep voice. “Why don’t you want to tell me the truth? You scared?”
“Fuck you.”
“Oh, believe me Waverley, I’ve thought about nothing other than fucking you since the moment I saw you in that bar.”
My mouth dropped open. I might have stopped breathing.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice was breathy and lacked any genuine conviction. My brain scrambled at his words, couple that with how he pressed against me, his hands still around my face, his fingers moving under my hair at the nape and gently stroking. His face was so intense, I felt like I was about to collapse, and he’d need to hold me up.
“Trouble in paradise?” he asked.
“No,” I mumbled. He arched a brow.
“Tell me,” he lowered his head, his lips were right next to mine. “Tell me we can’t do this.”
I intended on telling him just that, I really did, but that wasn’t what came out of my mouth.
“We broke up.”
“Thank fuck for that.”
His lips crashed into mine.
Chapter 19
Fucking shit, what the hell am I doing? This wasn’t a clever idea, not even a little. But I didn’t stop. The minute I knew she wasn’t with that fuckwit, I didn’t care when it happened. It could have happened an hour ago. She wasn’t with him, so that made this okay. I gripped her hair, keeping her right where I wanted her as I stroked her lips with my tongue.
Wave opened up, and I pushed inside, tasting every part of her mouth. She whimpered and her body sagged a little, so I dropped one of my arms and put it around her waist, pulling her into me. I was so damn hard, and I wanted her to feel all of it.
I was half out of my mind. I’d barely been able to stop myself from telling her when I bought and helped design this house, I had been thinking about her. About how we could have lived here and been happy, about all the shit that went down between us since then.
My rage was like a wild animal trying to get out of my chest, and I poured all of it into the kiss. I still couldn’t believe she punched me. I expected her to pull back or push me away, but she was doing neither of those things. She was clawing at the back of my cut, giving as much as she was receiving. She was as wild as I was.
This was fucking happening.
I grabbed her ass, squeezed the fabric of her dress, raising it, desperate to touch her skin. It was as soft as I remembered. She was curvier than she used to be, and I filled my palm with her ass. She moaned, and I almost lost it. I bent at the waist and leaned back, hiking up her skirt and grabbed on to her underwear. She gasped, and I pulled back.
Her eyes were wild, her chest heaving with every breath. I stared into her eyes, my hands stilled, about to pull down her panties. I waited, but she didn’t tell me to stop. She just stared at me, her eyes full of lust, her lips wet and parted.
I dove back at them, and as I kissed her, I tugged her panties down her legs. She raised one leg, stepping out of them and without a second thought, I dropped to my knees in front of her. She gave out this cute little gasp of shock and I looked up with a wicked grin on my face.
“God, I can smell you,” I groaned, running my hand up the inside of her thigh. It was smooth like satin and goose bumps followed along where I touched. I slipped my fingers up to her core and barely contained myself, straining so hard against the zipper of my jeans that it was getting painful.
