Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
I remembered how gorgeous he looked in a cobalt blue shirt that matched his eyes.
I remembered that I hardly ate a thing because I was so nervous and excited about what was going to happen between us after dinner.
But I couldn’t remember our conversation. All I was cognizant of was the palpable heat between us. Both of our minds were on one thing and one thing only.
Suffice it to say we rushed dinner.
In fact, in retrospect it was almost comical how fast we hurried down the corridor to my suite, hand in hand. However, neither of us were laughing. At the time, there wasn’t anything funny about the potent sexual desire licking between us like flames scorching our skin.
My hands trembled as I fumbled in my clutch for my room key card and as soon as that door opened, Hudson pushed me gently inside, let the door slam shut, and then shoved me against the wall, pinning me there with his body and his mouth as he crushed mine beneath his.
I wrapped myself around him, wanting us to melt together, and my fingers curled in the hair at the back of his neck as I licked and sucked and flicked my tongue against his, our kiss so deep I’d forgotten where we were. All that mattered was Hudson.
My breasts were swollen, my skin burned, and because the entire dinner had felt like foreplay, I was more than a little ready for him from just his kiss and the anticipation. I tugged his shirt out of his suit trousers so I could slide my hand up under it to feel his smooth, sculpted, hot skin against my palm. I groaned into his mouth and Hudson’s grip on my waist turned almost bruising. He sucked my tongue hard and I shuddered in need, eliciting a growl from him that turned the heat between us into wildfire.
Our kiss lost all control and I felt his warm, callused hands on my outer thighs as they brushed my skin, pushing my dress up to my waist. Hudson curled his hands around the fabric of my knickers and tugged, breaking the kiss to stare into my eyes as he pulled them down. I felt them fall around my ankles and as cold air hit between my legs, my belly squeezed, causing another rush of wet.
I shivered with want as I kicked my underwear away. Hudson’s eyes were so dark they were almost black and his jaw was taut with tension. He brought his lips to mine but barely brushed them, staring deep into my eyes.
“Spread your legs, angel,” he murmured against my mouth.
Another belly squeeze.
Holy crap.
I did as asked, my breath stuttering as Hudson leaned one hand against the wall at my head and slid the other between my legs. His fingers pushed in, eased by my wetness, and as his thumb came down on my clit, his eyes flared and a groan rumbled out between his lips from somewhere deep inside him.
“Fuck,” he grunted against my mouth. “Fuck, you’re ready. So ready.”
“That’s what you do to me,” I whispered on a gasp as his fingers moved inside me.
Hudson dropped his hand from the wall as he kept pleasuring me with his other and he made short, jerky movements as he unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. Then he took my hand and suddenly I had his hot, pulsing erection in it.
His eyes squeezed shut for a second as I fondled him and when they opened he stared deep into mine. “And that’s what you do to me.”
Suddenly we were kissing again—lips biting, nipping, licking, as we both reached to shove his trousers down. Then he broke the kiss to bend down to collect a condom from his back pocket. When he straightened to roll it down his straining arousal, I whimpered with need. He was unsurprisingly big… but he also had impressive girth too.
“Holy…” I breathed.
“All yours, angel.” Hudson flashed me a cocky grin that made me giggle—laughter that ended with a gasp as he gripped my legs, spread them, and thrust up into me.
“Oh God!” I cried out in pleasured shock, his throbbing heat overwhelming me. I wrapped my arms around his back, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt and the muscle beneath. Hudson had one hand braced on the wall at my head and the other curled around my thigh, holding it against his waist as he powered in and out of me.
He’d lost control. This was fucking. Raw and hard.
And I was right there with him, glorying in the mind-blowing pleasure of it. Holding tight to him, I panted with excitement as he pounded us into the wall, thrusting into me hard, gliding in and out of my snug channel, each drive spurring us toward climax.
It didn’t take long, my body had been so ready for him before he even entered me, and I blew apart.