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I want him to touch me there.

I want him to touch me everywhere.

“I’m finally taking something I want,” I murmur, settling more heavily on top of him, feeling the hard length of his erection between my legs. I rock gently, pleasure spiking out from my center.

Too many layers of clothes between us.

But when I reach for the sash of my robe, warm fingers wrap around my wrist. “Princess,” he murmurs, “look at me.”

It’s hard to focus.

My heart is pounding and my lungs are tight, and it’s as though my skin has somehow become two sizes too small for my body. Am I really doing this? Am I going to do this with Hudson? Have I lost my mind?

What if he doesn’t want it?

“D-do you not want to?” I whisper, cold water suddenly dumped over my head.

He said?—

I assumed?—

But maybe this isn’t what he wants?

His face changes—heat warring with disbelief, humor with gentleness—and then he sits up carefully, abs doing wonderful things with the curl up, those sharp lines getting deeper, more impressive. He keeps his hands on my waist as he moves, drawing me back with him as he settles against the headboard.

“Baby,” he murmurs. “You can feel my hard cock against that damp pussy?—”

Heat floods through me—and it’s not embarrassment.

It’s need eating away at the worry, need ratcheting up the ache between my legs, need that has me rocking against him again, ever so slightly.

He grins. “Yeah, princess. You can feel that. So, you know I want to be inside you?—”

More heat. More need. More desire.

“My only question is—” He waits until my eyes go back to his. “Is this what you want, Willow? Really, truly what you want?”

It would be easy to answer without hesitation.

To give in to the desire coursing through my veins and just say yes, just seek out this pleasure and not worry about any of the consequences.

But Hudson is a good man.

He deserves consideration.

Deserves to know that I’m not rushing into this without thinking.

That I want him, not just an orgasm.

So, I take that time, stop and consider all of what I’m feeling in this moment, and it’s not until I’ve sat in my emotions and processed them that I cup his jaw, stare deeply into his eyes, and tell him…

“Yes, this is what I really want.”

Seventeen

Dash

There’s a good chance I’m dreaming.