No words, just a subtle little nod. I slide my hand from her cheek into her silky hair. I nudge her face a little closer, but it’s not going to work. Our angles are all wrong. “Can we try this?” I stand, taking her hands in mine and tugging her up with me. Sitting back down, I pull her until she’s forced to put her knees on the couch. I slip both hands around her back, right above that delectable ass of hers, nudging her close.
“Hudson. I…”
“Shh. This is perfect. Now, we’re eye-level with one another.” Not only that, her center is aligned perfectly with my cock, which makes both him and me very happy. “You okay?”
Her nod is all I need. Slipping my fingers into her hair again, I pull her in. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
“All right.”
Sliding my lips across hers once, twice, I stop in the middle and suckle that full bottom lip. Willa gasps again, giving me access to her mouth. I deepen the kiss just enough for my tongue to slip in and touch hers. I’m going slowly, not wanting to frighten her by swallowing her whole, but goddamn, that’s exactly what I want to do, especially when she mimics my moves with her own tongue.
She tastes sweet, even though the last thing we ate was pizza. I suspect Willa Clariday is innately sweet. Everywhere.
Wrapping my arms around her back, I pull her in until we’re chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis. When her hips press down, I know she has to feel my hardening cock.
God. How long has it been since I fucked someone? A month? Two? I know it was before I met Willa. Since then, my mind has been on her. “You feel what you do to me, honey?”
“I do.” She’s grinding, slowly on top of me.
When I kiss her this time, passion overtakes me. My tongue seeks hers, moving in deeper. I use my hands to turn her head slightly. I moan into her mouth as I press my hips into her.
“Hudson.” She gasps.
“Do you like that, Willa?” I wait before I repeat the move. The last thing I want is to go too fast. That’s not what this is about.
“Yes. Do it again.”
Fucking hurray. I do as she asks, all while holding onto her hips.
“Again.”
I’m not about to tell her no. I do it repeatedly until she stops moving and throws her head back, revealing her neck to me and saying some of the sexiest shit I’ve ever heard in my life. Like “I’m coming.” And “Hudson, you’re agod.”
See what I mean?
I wrap my arms around her, holding her as close as possible. I can’t believe we just dry humped on her sofa while Miss Marple prattled on in the background, but I’ve got to say, I wouldn’t change a thing. On the contrary, I’m pretty sure whenever I hear a British accent from now on, I’m gonna get hard.
ChapterNineteen
WILLA
“Oh.Em. Gee. You’ll never guess what happened this weekend.”
I bet you thought those were Bonnie’s words, didn’t you?
Nope. They’re mine.
“What? Spill?” Bonnie and I are on the El on the way to the Chicago Hawks baseball game. She’s covered head-to-toe in red, white, and blue garb in honor of the holiday. I’m in my cutoff jean shorts and one of my accounting tees that Hudson likes. This one cracks me up. It says, “It’s Accrual World.”
Get it? Accrual?
Hilarious, right? I snort, thinking about it now.
“You can’t leave me hangin’ like that girl. Tell me.”
“I shouldn’t.” See what I did there?
She slaps my arm, and it hurts. “Ouch.”
