She couldn't think anymore, couldn't speak. She squeezed her hand in between her thighs as the orgasm hit her. It washed over her, warm and satisfying, but nowhere near as good as what she felt when she was with Hudson.
“Sweetheart, don't go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”
She focused on evening out her breathing as Hudson went to clean up. It seemed that all of her firsts were going to be with him. That was okay with her, especially since he was so fucking good at everything.
“I’m back. That was so damn good, Reagan.”
“I guess you’ve learned a thing or two in thirty years.”
He was silent for a second and she worried he didn't know she was kidding. “My age seems to have its advantages.”
She exhaled, and only then did she realize she'd been holding her breath. “It works for me.”
“It worked for me, too. It took off the edge, but goddamn I need to be inside you so fucking much.”
“Do you ever think . . .” She sucked in a breath and then just said what was on her mind. “Do you ever think we’re only attracted to each other because it’s against the rules?”
“No.”
“Well, that was fast.”
“Because I don't have to think about it. It wasn't against any rules when we were in that crappy hotel, Reagan. It was hot. It was amazing. I spent the next nine days wishing I’d gotten your number.”
“You did?” That idea made her happy. She’d thought of him nonstop, too.
“Yes. I didn't think I’d ever find anyone that made me feel the way you did. I figured I was screwed for pretty much the rest of my life.”
“What was it about me?” She lay down, blinking in the soft light from the lamp on her bedside table. Had she really been that good? “I didn't know what the hell I was doing.”
“You were that good.”
She sat up with a gasp. “Shit. I haven't told you that I was a-a virgin.”
“A virgin.”
She’d fucked it up. He was going to laugh at her, hang up the phone, and never speak to her again. “Yeah.” She flopped back down and waited for the sound that indicated he’d hung up.
“You should have told me! What the fuck were you thinking?”
“I wasn't thinking anything except gee, I hope this hot guy agrees to fuck me so I’m no longer a virgin!”
“There's no way it didn't hurt.” Reagan heard something break. “I hurt you! I would have been gentle. Jesus, I would have saidno.”
“And I didn't want you to say no. It was fine. It was great right up until you actually got it in there, and then it sucked, yeah. But the second time was pretty fucking good. I mean, nobody had ever done those things to me, so I can’t compare, but you are sogoodat everything. By the time we did it again it was absolutely perfect.”
“You let me do anything I wanted, and you were a virgin.” It was a statement, not a question.
“Well, yeah. I didn't want to go to college a damn lily-white virgin. I wanted to do something brave and daring for once.”
He growled in her ear. “And dangerous. You picked up a stranger on the side of the road. I could have been a sociopath.”
“The jury’s still out.”
“You’ve got such a mouth on you,” he said in his dangerously low voice. “You need something in it to keep you occupied.”
Wow. “If it were possible, I absolutely would right now. The way you pushed your cock down my throat was so hot.”
“You’re going to get me hard again, and I don’t want that.” He paused. “You should get some sleep.”
