“I hoped.”
“Since your last class will be over, and I won’t be your professor, then there’s nothing wrong with it. What about your brother?”
Reagan looked down at her hands, fidgeting with them in her lap. “I’ve already mentioned to him that I’ll likely end up staying here in College Park. I guess we’ll have to figure out how to introduce you two.”
“That sounds like fun.” He grimaced.
She moved across the space between them and climbed onto his lap. He shifted, holding her hips as she straddled him. “We’ll figure it out. Now that I know you want me, we’ll work out the rest as it comes.”
“I always wanted you, Reagan, even knowing it’s against the rules.” He nipped her chin. “Always.”
With her arms wound around his neck, she leaned down to press her mouth to his. What she intended to be a simple caress morphed into a hard meeting of lips and tongues. He had a knack for devouring her, for making her feel wanton and needy. Her hips surged forward to meet his, thrilling at the feel of him so hard beneath her, and he groaned in her mouth. His touch streaked up her back and down again, pulling on her ass to bring her closer. She couldn't catch her breath, but she didn't care. She didn't want to stop kissing him for something as inconsequential as breathing. When Hudson eventually broke away to kiss his way down her throat, she gasped in air. He kneaded her ass and licked at her pulse, causing her to whimper.
“You make me feel gorgeous.”
“Youaregorgeous.”
“Bedroom?”
He spoke against her throat. “Anything you want.”
“Just you.” She swung a leg off his lap so they could stand and yelped when he smacked her ass.
“Good thing.”
Reagan stopped in the doorway to his bedroom. The comforter and top sheet were not on the bed. She saw them folded on top of his dresser, next to a pile of fabric.
“What are you planning?” She looked at him over her shoulder.
Hudson stepped up behind her, sweeping her hair off her shoulder to kiss the side of her neck. “I told you yesterday that I would give you a taste of something new.”
Her legs trembled. “So you did.”
“You aren’t scared, are you?”
“Of you? No. Of the unknown? Yes.”
Hudson could feel the tremors running through her body. He touched her to ground her, to make her desire him and forget her fears. He trailed his fingers under the bottom of her sweater and along the skin of her waist, ran his tongue behind her ear, cupped her over the seam of her jeans. Her pelvis bucked toward his hand, and he whispered in her ear.
“I’m going to suck on every inch of your skin.” Her breathing was coming in harsh pants as he rubbed her pussy over and over. “I’m going to lay you out on my bed.” He ran the tip of his tongue around the shell of her ear. “I’m going to wrap my lips around your nipples, and then I’m going to bite them.” Moving his hands, he pinched both of her nipples until she was crying out. “And when your juices are dripping all over my sheet, I’ll consider sucking your clit until you scream my name.”
Shuddering in his arms, her knees weak, Reagan realized that she wanted everything he’d just said. “Please,” she begged.
“Get undressed, Reagan.”
Without looking back at him, she pulled her sweater over her head, followed by her bra, her jeans, and her underwear. She stood at the foot of his bed and finally turned to face him. He’d taken off his shirt but not his pants, and he was holding the fabric she’d seen on his dresser. It dawned on her that it was neckties as he ran his fingers over them.
“Is it all right with you if I tie your wrists to the headboard?”
She could clearly see his erection pulling at the crotch of his pants, and she was pretty sure she would agree to anything he wanted right about then. “Yes.” She punctuated her reply with a rapid nod of her head.
He approached her, and she looked up at his face as he drew near. He kissed her softly, sucking on her lower lip before releasing her mouth. “On the bed, Reagan.”
“Yes, sir.”
It was instinct that had her calling him sir, and she was rewarded with a loud moan of desire that she felt rumble through his chest.
When she was laid out on his bed he sat on one side near her head. He took her closest hand in his and raised it up and to the side. Reagan tilted her head back to watch what he was doing, finding him tying the tie to the slat in the headboard before wrapping the other end around her wrist and tying it off. He went around to her other side and repeated the process before going back to the foot of the bed. He stared at her long enough that she grew flushed from his scrutiny.
