Desire.
Even after all the fantasies I’d indulged in over the last eight months, I hadn’t come to Hudson’s home to play house or to seduce him. Certainly not after bringing my daughter with me.
Yet here I was, completely breathless and tingling all over from the most powerful orgasm I’d experienced in my life. I’d had a couple of men ‘go down on me’ as they’d called it and instead of feeling euphoric, I’d felt tense, maybe even icky.
This was glorious. I was spent and happy, incapable of thinking clearly, but I’d read and heard that the best sex was supposed to leave you utterly exhausted and completely satisfied.
I licked my dry lips, blinking a few times while I tried to control my breathing. Maybe it was all just a losing battle.
Exhaling, I pressed my fingers against my mouth, fighting with the little voice inside my head. She’d been telling me that cominghere was not the best decision, even laughing at me. Well, I was the one laughing now.
The moment I heard a noise I very slowly turned my head. My, oh my. I’d been in such a trance than I hadn’t appreciated Hudson’s fine physique as much as I should have. Maybe I’d been too lost in the moment before. Being able to reflect on his body was almost as powerful as what we’d just shared.
His shoulders were as broad as I’d remembered, appearing more so now that his shirt was off. Then there was his chest, utter perfection, sculpted and surreal. No man should look that hot.
Six-pack abs? Wow. I’d certainly never been with a man who embodied a Greek god. With the Marine tattoo, he appeared like the bad boy that he hid so elegantly beneath his black robes.
But the tattoo on his other arm grabbed more of my attention. A butterfly with a dagger through it. There was an entire novel around the significance and I wanted so much to ask him what it was.
Yet he caught me looking, his eyes darkening the same way they had when I’d initially told him about being stalked by Jacob. I smiled, trying to hide what I’d been gawking at. He fully turned toward me, taking his time to peel away the material of his jeans. I’d had my hand wrapped around his thick cock, shocked that my fingers had barely touched my thumb, but seeing his shaft in all its glory was… amazing.
My heart thumped as my pulse increased to the point of having difficulty breathing. I’d never done anything so impetuous in my life. I felt giddy if not silly, almost as if I’d seduced him. Even though I’d seen the same look of desire on his face I had duringthe time spent in his chambers. Maybe I’d go to hell for tempting him, but this felt right.
Although I knew tonight could never be repeated.
When he was fully undressed, he took a single long stride back to the edge of the table, yanking me into a sitting position. His fingers brushed against my inner thigh, teasing then groping. His smile was laden with longing and a sharp pulse of heat tore through me, creating weakness in my knees.
With his hand wrapped around the back of my head, he devoured my mouth just as he’d done with my pussy. Tasting myself on his lips and tongue was sinful. I was the one who thrust my tongue inside, sweeping it back and forth across his. The kiss was hungry and demanding, rough and possessive.
His fingers dug into my scalp and every sound he made was able to seduce me just a little bit more. The way he ravaged my mouth was even more dominating than the shock of sudden intimacy from before. I’d never allowed myself to become lost in a man or in the moment, including with the sperm donor who’d given me my greatest joy in life.
Why this felt completely natural was beyond me. When he pulled me off the table and into his arms, I swung my legs around his hips. The feel of his cock pressing against my slickened pussy brought out the wild woman in me.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging as I shifted back and forth. Suddenly, the two of us were wild, as if nothing more than animals. As I gripped his shoulder with my other hand, he spun me around, pressing my back against the wall. The move was jarring.
Electric.
I clawed at his skin as the kiss became a wildfire, manic in its dark passion. He was no longer interested in taking his time as he had when feasting on me. Neither was I. I’d been a good girl my entire life and see where that had gotten me. The crazed need to feel his cock buried deep inside was increasing.
I was breathless, struggling to focus while his actions became even rougher. The man was a powerhouse in everything he did. He lifted me higher against the wall, holding me aloft as if I weighed nothing. His jaw was clenched, highlighting the two-day stubble I was surprised he’d indulged in keeping. He was so damn handsome I was involuntarily licking my lips.
When I flailed my arms, he laughed, the sound pure sin.
“Do you honestly think I’d let you fall?” His voice was deeper, the tone darker than before. There was an even more powerful look in his soulful eyes as if I’d cracked open Pandora’s Box.
“I don’t know. No man had ever offered me safety.”
“Then they’re fucking fools and monsters.” He brought me down with more tenderness than before, allowing me to wrap my hand around the base of his cock. A frantic feeling still remained for just a little while, all time stopped around us. This was marking something that neither one of us had expected.
Whatever would happen from here, things would change. People who said sex never altered a relationship were dead wrong. Feelings were evoked, closeness that could only happen after a strong sense of intimacy. As I’d sensed him doing before, he was once again offering me a choice. I could stop this right now.
I didn’t want to.
Plain and simple.
As soon as I pushed the tip against my swollen and aching folds, the dam broke loose. Hudson yanked me down, almost splitting me wide open.
Gasping, I grabbed his shoulder, digging my nails into his skin. I was certain I’d mark him permanently.
