“Imorethan like it.” I fucking love it.
Willa turns, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I can see that.”
Feel it is more like it.
My lips are on hers in before she can say another word. I want more though. “Open.”
She does. My tongue slips between her lips meeting hers in a tangle. Stepping closer to Willa, her back is now against the counter. My hands are everywhere. In her hair, touching her beautiful face, then moving down her back to an ass that makes my dick weep. With a palm on each of her cheeks, I squeeze, getting a part moan, part squeak out of her.
Slipping my hands beneath the edge of her shirt, I get a feel of warm, soft skin. I let my fingers slip beneath the edge of her panties and skim them back and forth. I want to know if she’s wet for me.
No. Ineedto know. But first. “Is this okay?” I kiss her neck again. “Can I touch you, Willa?”
“Yes. Please, Hudson.”
Wasn’t it yesterday that I told myself to give her time? Not to push her? That ship sailed last night. This is us now.
Bringing my right hand forward, I slip my fingers into the front of her underwear. She’s soft everywhere. Even her hair is soft. I move my fingers slowly down until they slide through her center. “So fucking wet, Willa.”
“Yeah?”
“Spread your legs a little bit.”
Opening up to me allows me to feel her from back to front. My focus is on her clit, and the little nub is hard. I circle it with my finger, causing Willa to moan deeply. “Feel good?”
“Oh, yes.” Her voice is breathless. She pushes up, kissing me hard, with tongue.
Continuing my work in her clit, I switch things around so I can do two things at once. Pressing my middle finger into her center. It’s my turn to moan at just how fucking tight she is. Swirling my thumb over her clit, I press in and out with my finger until she freezes in my arms. She’s pulsing around my finger so hard that I lost feeling there.
My cock wants his turn.
Willa’s head has dropped back, and her eyes are closed. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life. Ever.
ChapterTwenty-Nine
WILLA
I just hadan orgasm in Hudson’s kitchen.
He, on the other hand, did not have an orgasm in his kitchen, and the reason for that was because at the precise moment I reached into his pajama pants, someone knocked on his front door.
“Shit.”
I’m feeling a bit lightheaded, but I’m able to ask, “Are you expecting anyone?”
“No.” He runs his hand through his bedhead.
He’s adorable when he first wakes up. And sexy. Very, very sexy.
“Why don’t you see who it is. I’m going to take a quick shower.”
“You do that.” He looks down at his bare chest. “I should probably do that too.” He leans in close. “Wish I could join you.”
Showering together? I’ve never showered with a guy before, but I like the sound of it. “You’d better see who it is.”
Moving from my spot near the counter, I scurry into the spare bedroom where my luggage sits on the bed. Luckily, there’s an en suite bathroom in this bedroom, so I shut the door and get to work. I’m showered and dressed in the last clean, decent thing I own. Luckily, Hudson insisted I lug my laundry along to do while I’m here. I didn’t bring everything with me, just the clothes I’ll need for a couple of days.
Not knowing what to expect when I leave the room, I double-check myself in the mirror. There’s no hair dryer, so I’ve got my wet hair up in a bun on top of my head. I didn’t bother with makeup because it’s Sunday, and who cares, anyway. With that said, I can’t help noticing how much better I look than I did yesterday––not quite as tired, and there’s definitely a glow. To myself, I whisper, “And orgasm-induced glow.” There’s more to it than that, though. I feel more confident and determined. This girl, the one staring back at me in the mirror, is the one my dad raised. If he was still here, he never would have let me lay around my apartment wallowing. He’d have kicked my butt for letting those people beat me. I guess I should thank Hudson for doing what my dad would have done.
