"Your turn," he said, his voice rough.
I sat up and pulled my shirt over my head, then reached back to unclasp my bra. His eyes tracked every movement, hungry and hot.
"The rest," he said.
I stood and shimmied out of my jeans and panties, standing naked before him. The way he looked at me made me feel powerful. Desired. Worshipped.
"Come here," I said.
He closed the distance between us in two strides, his mouth crashing down on mine. The kiss was deep and desperate, all the fear and relief and love of the past few days pouring out of us both.
His hands were everywhere. My back, my hips, my breasts. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers fumbling with the button on his jeans, needing to feel him.
"Easy," he murmured against my lips. "We've got all night."
"I don't want easy. I want you."
He growled, low in his throat, and lifted me again. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me to the bed, laying me down and covering my body with his.
"You want me?" he asked, his voice dark with promise. "You've got me. Every inch of me. For as long as you want."
"Forever," I breathed.
"Forever it is."
He kissed his way down my body, taking his time, kissing every inch of skin. By the time he reached the apex of my thighs, I was trembling, my hands fisted in the sheets.
"Hudson, please."
"Please what, baby?"
"Touch me. I need you to touch me."
He spread my legs wider and lowered his mouth to me, and I cried out, my back arching off the bed. He knew exactly how to play my body, exactly what I needed. His tongue circled my clit while his fingers slid inside me, and within minutes I was shattering, pleasure crashing through me in waves.
He didn't stop. Just kept going, pushing me higher and higher until I came again, then again, sobbing his name.
"No more," I gasped. "I can't. I need you inside me."
He kissed his way back up my body and positioned himself at my entrance. "Look at me."
I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze.
"I love you," he said. "I have always loved you. And I'm never leaving you again."
"I love you too. Now please, Hudson. Please."
He slid inside me slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. We both groaned at the sensation.
"God, you feel good," he rasped. "So tight. So perfect."
He started to move, long, deep strokes that hit every sensitive spot inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he cursed under his breath.
"Betty. Fuck. You're going to make me lose control."
"Then lose it. I want all of you."
Something snapped in his expression. He grabbed my hips and started to thrust harder, faster, the headboard slamming against the wall with every movement. I was crying out with every thrust, pleasure building inside me like a wave about to crest.
