“Hudson.” Her fingers twisted in my hair, pulling me closer.
I didn’t tease her. Flicking my tongue right where she needed it most, I sank two fingers into her tight heat. When her thighs started to tremble, I curled them hard against her G-spot and grazed my teeth over her clit, using just enough pressure to make her cry out before I soothed the slight sting with my tongue again.
“Fuck, you taste so good.” My growled words vibrated through her. “So wet for me already. You needed this, didn’t you? Needed me to remind you who you belong to.”
“Yes! Oh, yes,” she panted, her hips grinding against my face, chasing the pleasure I was giving her. “Please don’t stop.”
Spurred on by her pleading, I sucked her clit into my mouth, my fingers pumping faster, and my teeth scraping lightly again until her whole body locked up. She came with a sharp, shattered cry, her thighs clamping around my head as she pulsed around my fingers.
I didn’t let her come down. Gentling my touch but not stopping, I drew out every last tremor until she was whimpering and tugging at my hair.
Only then did I rise, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my cock so hard it ached. Lining myself up with her entrance, my eyes locked on hers, still glassy from the orgasm I’d just given her.
I pushed inside her in one slow, deep thrust. Serena gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders, and her legs wrapping around my waist.
“Harder,” she demanded, her hips already lifting to meet me. “I need to feel all of you. Make me forget everything else for a little while.”
I gave her what she asked for. It was what I needed too. The rhythm turned urgent, our skin slapping and breaths ragged, the couch creaking beneath us. Every thrust pushed a broken sound from her throat, and I swallowed each one with kisses that were more teeth than tenderness.
“You feel so good,” I groaned, my forehead pressed to hers. “So tight. Tell me you’re mine, Serena.”
“I’m yours,” she gasped, her eyes squeezing shut as I hit that perfect spot inside her. “But you have to act like it, Hudson.”
“Right now, I’m choosing you so hard I can’t think straight,” I growled, sliding a hand between us to circle her clit.
She came with a cry that tore through me, her body clenching around me so tightly I followed right after, burying myself deep and spilling inside her pussy with her name on my lips. “Serena, fuck yes. So perfect.”
We stayed locked together, panting as our hearts hammered against each other. I pressed soft kisses to her neck and jaw, and the corner of her mouth, trying to gentle what had just been so raw.
“Stay tonight,” I whispered. “Let me hold you. Please.”
She nodded against my shoulder, but I could already feel the slight tension creeping back into her body.
We eventually made it to the bedroom, leaving our clothes behind. The second round was slower and more deliberate. I took my time worshipping every inch of her—my mouth trailing down her stomach, and my tongue teasing between her thighsuntil she was trembling and begging. When I finally slid back inside her, my eyes stayed locked on hers the whole time.
“I love you,” I murmured, punctuating my words with another deep thrust.
“I love you, too.” Her fingers traced my face. “So much it scares me sometimes.”
“Your heart is safe with me, baby,” I promised, kissing her hard as I felt her start to tighten around me again.
She came again with a soft, shattered sound, and I quickly followed.
Afterward, we lay tangled in my sheets, the ocean crashing outside the open windows. I held her close, stroking her bare back and pressing lazy kisses to her shoulder.
Tonight was exactly what we needed.
7
SERENA
Morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Hudson’s suite, the reflective film on the outside letting us enjoy the gorgeous view while nobody could see into the room. I woke slowly, my body deliciously sore in all the right places, the faint scent of Hudson’s cologne and last night’s sex clinging to the pillow beside me.
For a few blissful seconds, I enjoyed the quiet with a smile. Last night had felt like Hudson and I had reconnected in a way I really needed. And not just because the orgasms had been great.
He’d cooked one of my favorite meals, stocked up on the wine I loved, made sure we had privacy, and looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered. One good night wouldn’t solve all of our problems, but I appreciated the effort he’d put in. It felt like we were turning a corner back to the happy couple we’d been before Maddie came to town.
I stretched and reached for my phone on the nightstand. Seeing how late it was, I smiled. No wonder the sheets next to me were cold. Hudson had probably been up for hours. I rarely slept this late, except for the few days after filming wrapped for a project.
