Hudson’s hand on my hip didn’t help matters. It just made me think about the better, more useful places he could put it. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I want to throw you to the floor and use you,” I grumbled. “I’m tired of waiting.”
“Not that I hate the sound of that, but I have plans for you. I want you to enjoy this.”
“I’m pretty sure I’d enjoy riding your cock.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of my head; his laughter ruffled my hair. “Then we’ll put that on the docket for round two, shall we?”
Once in my bedroom, he stood at the foot of the bed, which loomed behind him like a promise. When I was close enough for him to touch, he tilted my chin up, so we were eye-to-eye.
“Do you trust me, Scout?”
“Yeah. I do.”
I probably shouldn’t. I barely know you. But you’re nice and you’re here and against my better judgment, I want you more than I want air right now.
And I’ve run the mental experiments.
Problem: I’m still a virgin.
Proposed Solution: Lose it.
Test: Have sex with Hudson and don’t develop any sort of attachment to him.
Result: No more virginity, back to normal, and back to ignoring Hudson completely.
He leaned down, our lips so close they almost brushed when he spoke again.
“Do you want me to take the lead?”
“Please.”
I leaned in to close the gap. He evaded, brushing his lips against my ear instead.
“One more question.”
“Yeah?”
“Have you ever had your pussy eaten before?”
I shuddered. My thighs tightened.
“No.”
“Would you like to?”
I smirked. Even with horny brain, I couldn’t resist a quip: “That’s two questions.”
He growled, but there was an eye roll in it. Like he was caught betweenLet me eat your pussyandYou’re incorrigible, woman. He dove in for another kiss, this time slower. Almost reverent. Our kissing to this point had been fiery, more of a necessity than a luxury. A consequence of wanting each other so badly.
He threaded his hands through my hair, dragging his fingertips along my scalp, exploring my mouth with his tongue. I breathed into the kiss, deepening it.
Then his attention drifted.
Down my neck.
Past my collar.
