Page 68 of Rivals Not Welcome


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I reached behind her and undid the zipper of her dress. Time slowed as I dragged it down, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet apartment.

“Lower your arms.” As the fabric loosened, I slid my hands under the straps, pushing them off her shoulders, letting the dress fall to her waist, her hips, and to the floor entirely.

She stood before me in nothing but a lacy strapless bra and matching thong, both the same shade of pink as her dress.

“Beautiful,” I murmured, trailing my fingers lightly down her sternum, between her breasts, to her navel. “But still too covered.”

I reached behind her again, unclasping her bra with a snap of two fingers. She inhaled as I dragged the lace away, revealing her breasts to my hungry gaze. Her nipples were already hard, begging for attention. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her.

“Come.”

She took a step towards me, her gaze never leaving mine. I wrapped a hand around her waist, yanking her forward until she was flush against me. Beneath my touch, her pulse raced.

“Hudson, I?—”

“Sh.” Leaning down, I captured one tight peak between my lips, flicking my tongue over the hard bud, then gently scraping it with my teeth. She moaned, a delicious sound of surrender that went straight to my dick. I suckled her until she was writhing, pressing herself against me. Her nails dragged down my back as I switched to her other nipple, marking her with my mouth.

With one hand, I gripped the side of her thong. “I’m going to rip this.”

All she did was nod.

The fabric tore easily, but I still used my other hand to make sure it didn’t cut into her as the thong ripped.

“These are mine now.” I smirked at her, tucking the underwear into my pocket.

“I don’t think they’ll fit.”

“Ha. Ha.”

I dropped to my knees, gazing up at her, taking in her swollen breasts and desire-glazed eyes. She was a goddess, and I’d never wanted anyone more.

“You wanted me on my knees for you, sweetheart. Well,” I murmured, kissing her bare skin. “Here I am. Step forward and put your leg over my shoulder.”

A tremor went through her as she obeyed, the inside of her thigh pressed against my face. My fingers shook as I skimmed them up her leg. I leaned in, inhaling her scent, the taste of her filling my head.

“Fuck,” I muttered against her.

When she wobbled, I steadied the back of her leg with one hand. Using my free hand, I ran two fingers up her center and spread her open. She was soaking wet, and I grinned as I made eye contact with her.

“Hold on however you have to, sweetheart.”

“I’ll be fi?—”

A satisfied smirk crossed my lips at the cry she gave the moment my tongue licked a long, slow stroke up her center. God, I’d been starving, ravenous, and hadn’t realized to what extent until I was on my knees for her.

I stroked her with my tongue, flicking at that sweet bundle of nerves. The hand I’d been using to steady her slid to her ass, keeping her pressed firmly against my mouth. With my other hand, I used a finger to trace down where my mouth had been, finding her entrance, sliding inside as I licked her clit.

She tasted of heaven. Better than heaven.

Her fingers twisted in my hair, nails scraping my scalp, as she balanced with one foot on the floor. She was probably pulling more than necessary, but I relished the sting. Relished that I was the one doing this to her. That she’d even let me after the rocky start we’d had. God, she was perfect. My erection strained against my pants, and I worried for a moment that I might come undone before I’d even have a chance to be inside her.

To prevent that unfortunate circumstance, I paused with my mouth, pushing her higher to the edge with just my finger for a moment. She enraptured me with the look of ecstasy on her flushed face.

“Oh god…” Her breathing came in harsh, broken gasps. I added a second finger, curling them, and keeping her right on the edge.

Confident that I wouldn’t embarrass myself, I leaned back in for a languid taste of her pleasure.

She was so close, and I wanted to see her fall apart just as I had over and over again the first night we’d spent together as strangers. Only, we were no longer strangers. We were more.