Hudson’s chuckle was less tense. “My sister. She died of cancer. I always called her my butterfly.”
The answer was very unexpected and I stopped moving altogether. “I’m so sorry.”
He squeezed my hip. “That was a long time ago. There’s no need to be sorry.”
I continued tracing the brightly colored wings before slowly brushing my finger down the length of the dagger. “Why the sharp blade?” When he didn’t answer, I knew instinctively. “You were killing the cancer because modern medicine couldn’t.”
“Very astute.” Another moment of sadness, his voice haunted. But his eyes were even more reflective of the desire and strange yet electric connection we felt.
Very slowly I lifted one of his arms over his head then the other. While my fingers were long, they were tiny in comparison to his huge hands and wrists. But I tried my best to wrap one handaround both as I’d seen men do in movies and had read about in books.
I wouldn’t know since I’d never felt that free or trusting of a man.
Certainly not by choice.
His sly smile with the upturned corners was a reward, a gift of seeing the other side of his personality. He was a complex man with emotions locked inside. I could only imagine what would happen to anyone facing his anger or need for retribution. God help them.
With my lips dangerously close, I rubbed them across his, lightly breathing before darting my tongue across the seam of his mouth.
“Be careful tempting the beast.”
“Really?” I muttered. “What if I like living dangerously?” He had the look of a man possessed, ravenous with hunger. My entire body shuddered from his heated gaze.
“Then by all means do it.”
I captured his mouth as I rocked on his cock, moving up and down until the feel of his shaft sliding inside fueled something sinful deep within. He didn’t try to escape my hold, although he could easily do so. For a man consistently holding the power, he was surprisingly acquiescent.
Why did I have a feeling it was the calm before the storm?
I slipped my tongue inside, savoring the taste of him, the flavor of liquor infused with his masculine scent. Earthy. Woodsy. Full of citrus and spice. I could become easily intoxicated, yet didn’t want to waste a moment.
He opened his mouth, acquiescing to my needs and with every shift of my body, I could feel the hard thumping of his heart. Warm and wet, the feel of having his lips pressed against mine kept me lightheaded.
When I finally pulled away, it was only because I couldn’t hold back any longer. Panting, I lifted my head toward the ceiling, no longer able to focus on shapes or colors. The rush of sensations was powerful, tingling vibrations that started in my toes and swept through every inch of me.
“Oh, yes. Yes…” I rocked hard, unable to keep my hand wrapped around his wrists. The chair moved, the air was electrified, and I was lost in the sweet ecstasy.
He lifted his hips, powering into me and this was exactly what it felt like riding a big, bucking steed.
When I slowly came down from the blissful climax, he cupped my breasts. Squeezing. Pinching my nipples. Keeping me hot and wet.
And hungry.
When I finally opened my eyes, I realized his were dilated. I could tell by his expression the man was still insatiable.
I was suddenly in the air back in his arms. “What are you doing?”
The sound of his deep laughter was raw and rough. “What am I doing? Anything and everything I want.”
CHAPTER 9
Hudson
Fucking her was easy.
Far too easy.
And too dangerous.
