“I’ll never admit it.”
“Ha. But you always tell the truth.” I lifted his arm and he narrowed his eyes.
“You do realize there are about twelve burly men inside this small house. They might come looking for you.”
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t know about burly, but if they do, so be it. I have nothing to hide. Just a girl craving a boy in the worst way.” I licked my lips on purpose and his fully aroused cock pressed hard between my legs. My mouth was also watering, the desire building to an insane precipice.
“What are you up to?”
“Just doing something I’ve wanted to do since I met you.” After clasping our fingers together, I lowered my head, dragging my tongue along the edges of the tattoo he’d had inked for his sister. While I was doing it, his eyes never left me, his chest rising and falling from his labored breathing. It was cathartic, a moment of connection that transcended our physical togetherness and sheer electricity.
I was telling him I understood all the pain he’d suffered. He’d told me about the case involving Camille’s sister and I knew the relief she’d feel once learning his plans on having Adam Abbott arrested. While he couldn’t be tried for the murder a second time, he would face some jail time for his involvement in the cover-up of the crime.
I’d watched closely as he’d destroyed the two men who’d come after me while still resisting crossing too far over the line.
He was an amazing man that I’d fallen head over heels in love with. I think I had on the day months before when I’d been in his chambers.
When I was finished with tracing the intricates lines and curves, I lifted my head only to have my face captured by his hand.
“What am I going to do with you, lovely lady?”
Leaning in, I slowly slid my hands up and over his shoulders. “Anything you want.”
“Be careful what you wish for.”
“I’m not wishing, my hero. I’m telling you.”
“First of all,” he said in a husky voice as he lowered his head. “I’m no hero. I’m just a man. And second, you’ll never be in control.”
I adored the way he was determined to prove his point, capturing my lips and holding them as he wrapped his arm around me. When he spun me around so my back was against the tile, I gasped, the sound collected by the powerful man. While I wanted to explore every inch of his body, tracing more lines on the scars he’d received while serving his country, I realized we were pressed for time.
He’d be returning to Miami soon. While I didn’t want him to go, his plans were necessary. And he was a hero whether he wanted to believe so or not.
The kiss became more fervent, his tongue dominating mine as he crushed the weight of his body against my curves. The heat was explosive. I’d never felt such intense longing as I did when I was with him.
My pussy ached and my core was throbbing. He had a way of making me feel as if there was no place I’d rather be than in his arms. When he broke the kiss, he used his thumb to lift my chin, his heated breath dancing across my face creating wave after wave of tingles.
Hudson dragged his tongue from one side of my jaw to the other, every sound guttural. Growls and moans. I was already at the point of losing my mind, the need was so intense. He nipped my lower lip and slipped his hand around my breast. The way his fingers caressed my skin made me feel so alive and adored.
Even as he pinched and twisted my nipple, my moans were ones of deep yearning, delight at the kiss of pain. He knew exactly what I needed and how my body responded to his. As he slowly dropped to his knees, I ran my fingers through his hair, pressing the back of my head against the shower wall.
The water continued to trickle down my body. My skin was sensitive, so much so I was quivering.
“Relax, baby. I’m going to make you feel very good.” His deep voice was smoother than velvet, the slight echo in the confined space sweet music.
He rubbed his lips on the inside of one thigh then the other. I threw one arm over my head, fearful I’d fall. Somehow, he sensed my concern, wrapping his arms around my legs and spreading them wide open.
Now all of me was captured by the powerful man and I loved every second of what he was doing. I kept my fingers tangled in his hair, closing my eyes when he blew across my pussy. Teasing me. Just like I’d done to him more than once.
His hold on me was powerful, more so than what he was doing physically. In letting go, I’d never felt more protected. All the horrible things that had occurred should keep me terrified, but I wasn’t. He made me feel safe no matter the villain hiding in the shadows.
When his tongue flicked across my clit, the moan floating from my mouth could easily bring a pile of men into the tiny bathroom with weapons exposed. I bit my lower lip to keep from doing it again, panting instead.
He rolled his thumbs in the perfect place in the sensitive crease of my legs. I slid down the wall, every inch of skin on fire.
His hold tightened, his possessive nature taking over. He swiped his tongue down the entire length of my pussy and I almost lost it. There was something magical about his tongue and mouth and I was left shivering to my core.
The moment he buried his face into my cunt, I wrapped one arm around his head, holding him right where he was. Within seconds, I was slapping the wall, tossing my head back and forth.
