“Get dressed,” I growled, lowering her.
She stumbled a little but steadied herself and reached for her clothes as I scooped them up and pushed them towards her. When we were both dressed, I lay another kiss on her, sweeter this time, something I would have done when we were younger but before either of us had time to think about it, I grabbed her hand and pulled her after me as I stormed towards the door.
“Hudson,” she wasn’t struggling to get free, but her steps were hesitant. “Where are we going?”
I turned to look back at her as I ripped the door open. Her brows rose when I spoke, but she didn’t argue, and her steps followed right behind me.
“Your bed.”
Chapter 21
He didn’t make a big deal of us moving through the clubhouse from the roof, but I ducked my head just the same. I didn’t want to look at anyone. I would get cold feet if someone made an unwanted comment. I didn’t want people knowing what was going on between us. I still wasn’t sure myself. I’d been the one to make the first move this time.
In that moment, staring at him across the roof, he had looked like the boy I once knew and I’d been desperate to feel something, like the person I used to be, the strong, determined Waverley who knew what she wanted out of life and wasn’t afraid to go after it. The girl who fought back through trauma and heartbreak and made something of herself. I wanted Hudson more than I ever wanted anyone in my life.
Realizing I was free to take it, that there was nothing making me unavailable, I’d taken those steps towards him. Declan briefly crossed my mind, but I shut the door on those thoughts. I may not have seen him in person to physically end things, but he knew it was over. The moment I sat down next to Hudson and put my lips to his, all thoughts of anything but the feel of him pressing against me went completely silent.
I heard someone say something to Hudson as we passed, but I kept my eyes on his lower back, on the club logo across the back of his cut.He didn’t stop to make small talk, and I knew people could see how he was towing me along. Our hands joined. The cool air outside hit me as he left the building and walked to the old lady’s house.
Neither of us spoke, not even when he opened the door like he’d done it a hundred times before, or when he led me up the stairs, already knowing which room I was staying in, which I shouldn’t be surprised about.
We passed Lily on the stairs. She was coming out of her room and paused when she saw us, her eyes widening at the determination on Hudson’s face. She wisely kept quiet and ducked her head as we rounded to the second-floor staircase.
I was going to be dealing with questions tomorrow, but right now, all I cared about was the man tugging me into my room, slamming the door and locking it, then grabbing my hips and pushing me against the wall. He was hard again. I could feel him pressing against me and I moaned at the touch. He grinned, knowing what he was doing to me.
“Stop it, cocky asshole,” I mumbled.
“We both know that ain’t happening,” he said, glancing behind him.
He started kissing me as he walked me backwards until we were in the bathroom. He pressed me against the counter and pulled at my clothes. I let him strip me. He was mindless in his task, and I watched, fascinated at his body as he got himself naked too. My eyes ran over his strong shoulders and chest, the tattoos that lined his body, both new and old, but he didn’t give me a chance to ogle him.
My body melted as he palmed my ass, pulling me into him. I placed my fingertips on his cheek, then slipped my hand back to comb through his hair.
“What’s happening?” I whispered.
He raised his eyes to mine, and I swear he was looking right into my soul. “What’s happening is I’m going to have my cock buried deep inside of you, like I should have been for the last five years.”
My heart thumped hard against my chest at those words. What did he mean? Was it just lust? Did he mean he had never stopped wanting me? Or was he just talking about this? Sex?
What would happen tomorrow? Would he come to his senses and realize he hated me? Did I hate him? His fingers dipped between mylegs, stroking me as his lips nibbled my neck, then his breath was hot against my ear.
“I’m going to show you that you were always meant to be mine.”
I couldn’t have responded, even if I wanted to, because his tongue plundered my mouth. He took me into the shower and half-heartedly washed the two of us while feeling up every part of me. Hudson fucked me from behind against the shower wall, the cold tiles against my front while his warm, hard body was at my back.
He was bare again, neither of us verbalizing that we weren’t using protection. I should have been worried, but I was sure Hudson had always been careful. I always used a condom, and I had the implant, so pregnancy wasn’t in the cards. I didn’t linger on those thoughts, though, not when he was fucking me to within an inch of my life.
He cleaned me up again after we both came and took me to my bed, where he pinned me down and ate me out like I was his last meal. I was like a rag doll by the time he crawled his way back up to me, kissing me deeply, his fingers running through my hair, catching in the wet tangles from the shower.
I couldn’t remember feeling this replete and worn out after sex, but Hudson had never done anything by halves, and it was obvious he was determined to make me forget any other guy I’d ever been with. He succeeded. Big time.
I’d never had sex like this before, and not just because he knew what he was doing, where to hit me to make the pleasure to the point of unbearable, or that he was relentless in his mission to make me come multiple times.
There was more to it than that and no matter how much I told myself this was nothing more to either of us than an itch we needed to scratch, the connection I felt to him wasn’t going away. I no longer believed in destiny, or fate, but once upon a time, Hudson was my soulmate. The only person I would ever love.
I only just realized he still had my heart.
He was nuzzling and kissing my neck. I could feel the pull of his lips against my skin, aware he was marking me, but I was too tired to stop him. He pushed up so that his elbows were on either side of my head, his face was higher than mine, the crown of his head almost touching theheadboard, but he lowered his forehead and pressed it to mine, making it impossible to see anything but him.
