I'd worn pajamas all day, thinking about how easy access they were. He tugged them down, along with my matching panties. He placed his arms under my thighs and spread my legs farther so he could suck on my clit.
I bucked against him, wondering when a man had last touched me, much less put his mouth on me. And it was one of the first things that Hudson had done.
He licked and sucked, adding one finger, then two, driving my desire higher, until I couldn't hold on any longer. He sucked hard on my clit, and I went off, trembling and shaking, white lights exploding behind my lids.
When I opened my eyes, he braced himself over me. "You want to go any further?"
I knew what he was saying. Ayla was here, and we were in the living room. I moved to the floor on my knees, unhooking my bra so that I was naked . He shoved his jeans down, pulling his shirt over his head.
I knelt between his legs, cupping his dick, which was hard.
His hand played with the strands of my hair. "You don't have to do this."
"I want to." I licked the precum off the head and sucked him into my mouth.
He hissed. "Fuck. I can imagine how you're going to feel when I finally get inside you."
I loved his dirty talk, his obvious passion for me. I couldn't remember the last time I felt truly desired by a man. I paused when I was reminded of his gaze on me when I was sitting on that chaise lounge.
He'd wanted me then.
His fingers tightened in my hair. "You look so sexy on your knees with my cock filling your mouth."
I sucked harder, loving the way he reacted to every little thing I did. I alternated pumping the base of his cock and sucking him deep.
He cocked a brow. "You like that?"
I nodded, keeping his dick in my mouth, unwilling to pull off to give a verbal response. He was getting me hot with that dirty talk.
He tapped my shoulder, a universal warning that I should pull off soon if I didn't want to swallow. Instead, I doubled down on my efforts, taking him deep.
He came with a roar, his hands gripping me tighter. I swallowed him, then settled back on my heels.
His muscles finally loose, he rested back on the couch, tugging me to sit next to him. I curled against his side, his arm heavy on my back.
I felt sexy.
His fingers moved across my skin, and I melted against him. He kissed my forehead. "We should get dressed. We're not alone."
I sighed, not wanting reality to creep in, but knowing he was right. I slowly unfolded my legs and reached for my pajamas. Once they were on, he was standing, tugging up his zipper. Then pulled the shirt over his head.
I thought he'd want to leave. But instead, he sat down and gestured for me to sit next to him. "When can I see you again?"
Warmth spread through me. "Ayla's at her dad's this weekend."
"I want to spend the weekend with you."
"We can arrange that." The shop wouldn't be open, so I was free.
I rested my head on his shoulder, watching the flames in the fireplace. I was content just being with him.
I tried not to think too far ahead. It was enough that we were seeing each other again, and this time, I'd have him to myself.
CHAPTER 19
HUDSON
My crew was on site at Angela's shop. Today we were removing the existing pipes. It was hard work, and I was hoping it would keep me from thinking about Christmas. The evening had played on a loop in my head.
