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“I just feel sorry for the therapist.” Connor is going to hate every minute of it. “He’s probably expecting an hour-long relaxation massage, not something like sound healing.”
“Yoga is going to be like hell for him,” Hudson agrees, still smirking.
“I’m surprised he came,” I say, my hand now warm and tingling from his touch.
“Well, the Jets play tomorrow night, so he was keen to sit in his suite to watch the game,” Hudson says, and I roll my eyes. Connor is such a boy. Whiskey, football, and women are his priorities. In that exact order.
“Dessert for you,” the waiter interrupts, and I sit back as he places a small slice of cherry pie onto the middle of the table with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.
“Cherries?” I say to Hudson as the waiter leaves us again.
“Every time I think of cherries, I think of you.” He picks up a spoon and points it at me.
“They are delicious,” I tell him, grinning. The cherry pie before me looks amazing, and my mouth is already watering.
“You’re delicious,” he murmurs as I grab a spoon and take a bite. It tastes just as good as it looks, and the fire in Hudson's eyes burns me up in the best way.
“Hmmmm, there is that flirting again,” I hum as we slowly eat the pie, the temperature between us only escalating.
“I’m not flirting, I’m being completely factual. There is nothing else I would rather eat,” he says too smoothly, and I fail to breathe.
“Than me?” I ask quietly, my eyebrow raised.
“Than you,” he confirms, his sexy smirk only growing at my shy reaction. I readjust in my seat as my pussypulses at his words. He is so good at that, and now it’s all I want.
“I think we should call it a night.” Putting down my spoon, I wipe my lips teasingly slow with my napkin.
“Check, please?” Hudson says with a raise of his hand, and the waitstaff scramble. He stands immediately, eyes on mine as he takes my hand, and we are out the door in under ten seconds flat.
33
HUDSON
We push through the door to my penthouse like we have just been unleashed.
“This fucking dress,” I growl, pulling it from her shoulders. The fabric is so light and dainty, it glides to the floor, leaving her completely fucking naked in nothing but a pair of gold strappy stilettos that do something to my insides that has my knees nearly buckling.
“You like the shoes too?” she hums, and my eyes flick from her feet to her eyes. The smug look of satisfaction is about to be fucked right off her face.
“You’re teasing me,” I growl. As I rip the dinner jacket from my shoulders and slam my lips into hers, her hands cup my face, pulling me to her.
“I like teasing you,” she murmurs against my lips as I grab my shirt and rip it open, buttons flying across the room. I yank it from my body, not giving a shit that I just ruined it.
Her hands are already opening my belt, and I kick offmy shoes as our lips continue to consume each other, our need evident, like a palpable presence surrounding us. I’ve been hard for her since we left for the restaurant, and now I’m almost at the boiling point.
“I like everything about you,” I groan as I kiss down her neck. She unzips my pants, and they quickly join her dress on the floor at our feet. I don’t stop my lips as I kiss down her chest, taking a nipple in my mouth and sucking as she pushes down my underwear, me walking her farther into my penthouse. The two of us are now naked, the only thing on her body the high gold heels that I want digging into my back.
“Oh God, I need you…” she says with such a lustful desire as her eyes take me in, and I feel like the fucking Hulk.
“You’ve got me.” I grip on to the back of her thighs, lifting her to me. Her legs wrap around my middle with ease as I walk us a few steps to the windows. The city lights sparkle below, and she inhales a sharp breath as the bare skin of her back touches the cool glass panel. Her nipples pebble, goosebumps littering her soft skin, her face glowing, and I can’t wait another second to run my lips over every inch of her, licking, tasting, kissing all over.
“You’re mine, Lacy baby. All mine,” I grit out, feeling almost feral. The two of us are so urgent for each other we have left a trail of clothes on the ground in our wake, our hands gripping and exploring, lips kissing wherever we can reach as we pant. But the words are not a lie. She is mine. In every way possible. I’m completely enamored by this woman, feeling withcertainty that she is the one. The one person who was put on this earth for me.
“Fuck me, Hudson,” she begs, and that is all the invitation I need before I position myself at her core. Her legs tighten around me slightly, and I slide into her easily, feeling like I’m truly where I belong.
“Oh God,” she exhales as her head falls back against the window, and I start to move in earnest. I’m demanding, my hips pushing against hers, the sensations almost overwhelming with her wrapped around me.
“So perfect, Lacy. You are so fucking perfect.” My teeth gnash together when she moans beautifully in response, because I don’t want to come too soon. I’m not sure if it was the champagne or the fact that we are somewhere new and different and out of Whispers, but she’s totally relaxed tonight and getting more confident with me by the second. Her body jolts against the glass with every one of my thrusts, her hands threading into my hair, the familiar sting at my scalp turning me on even more.