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Chapter seven

Hudson

The door clicks shut behind us, the sound louder than it should be in the hush of the room. She stands just a step away, her eyes flicking from me to the bed in the corner and back again. There’s a slight hesitance there; maybe she’s nervous or giving me an out. I don’t want it. I want her.

“Can I get you a water, or I think there’s soda in the mini fridge?” I ask, pushing down all my lust-filled thoughts.

She nods, swallowing audibly. “Water would be good.”

Walking past her, I reach into the mini fridge and pull out the water I’d brought with me, passing it to her.

She takes it, but doesn’t open it yet, chewing on that lip of hers again.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m good.” Her already pinkened cheeks seem to flush a deeper shade. “I’m nervous.”

“Why?” I tilt my head.

Her tongue wets the lip she was chewing before she says, “I’ve never…had a one-night stand before. Which is probably not something I should admit to you right now.” Her eyes widen. “Not that I’m assuming you want to do that. Oh god, shut up, Daphne.”

I can’t help but smile as I step closer, linking my hand with hers. Using my thumb under her chin, I guide her gaze to me. “Nothing has to happen. We can just sleep, if that’s what you want, or if you want to go back to your room, that’s fine too.”

“No, I want to stay,” she says, her tone resolute, and internally, I release a breath.

I nod, bringing her closer to me with a tug of our hands. “We can go slow. I’m in no rush with you, not at all.” And I really mean that. Something about her makes me not only want to take my time but treasure every second of tonight, whatever it’ll be.

She nods as she leans into me, tilting her head toward mine.

I kiss her again, slower this time, tasting her, taking my time. My hands find the hem of her shirt, fingertips brushing against the bare skin beneath it, and she shivers.

“Cold?” I murmur against her lips.

She laughs softly, breath hitching. “Not even a little.”

I grin, because I feel it too, this heat that’s spreading between us, burning through my clothes. “Can I?” I ask, tugging at the edge of her shirt. She looks down, then at me, and nods. I pull her shirt up and off in one smooth motion, revealing her pink lace bra, and she immediately does the same to me, her hands skimming over my bare chest with a look that nearly singes my skin.

“God,” she says on an exhale, biting her lip. “You’re…”

I can’t help but chuckle, even as I step closer, pressing her back into the wall.

“Careful, princess, my ego is fragile.”

“Beautiful,” she purrs, arching her back so our chests graze. It’s impossible not to flex a little more with her compliment. I dive back in, kissing her again with a pressure that I feel all over.

“Anything you don’t want me to do, we stop immediately. No safe words, we just stop when you say. Okay?”

She nods, her mouth already busy pressing a slow, hot line of kisses across my jaw, her hands exploring my chest and sliding down my abs. My breath hitches, and as much as I love the way she’s touching me like she can’t get enough, I need to hear her.

“Words, Daphne,” I manage to force out, my voice rough, my hands bracing against the wall beside her. “Tell me you’re okay with what I just said.”

Her movements still, before she steps out of the space I’ve pinned her into. Locking her eyes onto mine, dark with intent, a small, teasing smile tugs at her lips. This confidence that just washed over her has given me the biggest fucking hard-on. I like her shy side, and I’ve played with it all night, but this is new. I love it.

She reaches behind her, hands deftly unclasping her bra, and it slips down her arms to the floor, leaving her bare in the dim light of the room. Her perfectly creamy skin contrasts with her dark nipples. Ones that I want in my mouth.

“I want this,” she says softly, her voice steady as she steps back farther, toward the bed, like she’s daring me to follow. Her fingers trail across her stomach, then up and around her breasts, and she tilts her head, watching me. “I want you.”

I don’t think three words have ever hit me harder.

She takes another step, her confidence radiating off her in waves. It’s like she’s doing this for her, and god does she look beautiful showing me everything. Something twists low in my stomach, something hot and undeniable.

“Come get me,” she finishes, with an air of seduction.

I’m frozen in place, held there by her words, her body, the way she looks at me like I’m already hers. Shaking my head, I close the space between us in three quick strides.

Her laughter rings out as I catch her, scooping her up and throwing her down onto the mattress, pinning her there with my hips so she can feel what she’s doing to me, but the sound fades into a gasp when my mouth finds hers again, starved and full of all the things I want to do to her. My hands caress down her sides, mapping her skin as her nails dig into my shoulders, pulling me closer.

“What do you like, princess? To be teased, or are you into instant gratification?” I ask, trailing kisses down her neck, until I get to those perfect full tits of hers and take one into my mouth, licking, nibbling, devouring.

“Ahhh.” Her hands tangle in my hair as she pants. “I definitely like orgasms. Big fan of those.”

I hum a low laugh against her heated skin, the sound vibrating between us as I kiss down her soft stomach. I fucking love her curved hips; I want to explore them with my hands and my mouth, grip and bite them. I find the edge of her jeans, fingers lingering just enough to tease before locking eyes with her. “That I can do.”

Slowly, intentionally, I flick open the button but catch her eyes with a silent question before I continue. She reads me instantly with a subtle nod. A smirk tugs at my lips as her eyes darken and a breathy moan escapes her lips. My fingers hook into the waistband of her jeans, dragging the denim down inch by inch, letting the cool air kiss her skin as I reveal more of her. With uneven breaths, she shifts beneath me, eyes fixed on mine, challenging and inviting.

I let them fall to the floor, and my hands glide back up her legs, tracing her every curve. Her warmth draws me closer, so I lean in, my lips brushing her hipbone before trailing upward. My voice drops to a low murmur, barely above a whisper, as I take her in. “Fuck, you’re a dream. Look at you.”

Her hair sprawls out around her like a halo, and her blue eyes glisten with something that I want to bottle and save for a rainy day. Her body is insane, curvy and fucking edible. I don’t miss the way she glances away from me for a second, biting her lip. But the way her body inches toward me tells me she likes it. And I’m willing to fuck those insecurities right out of her.

Leaning down, I press a kiss onto the lace covering her pussy. She arches her back, breath catching. My hands follow the curves of her thighs, loving how soft she is, moving with deliberate slowness, savoring every inch of her and memorizing the way her body feels under my touch as I sneak my hands to settle on her ass and pull her closer.

I really wish I’d taken my jeans off because I’m so fucking hard beneath the fabric, but I need to taste her more than my next breath.

“You good still?”

“Yes, I’m… Just please touch me,” she begs. My fucking dream girl.

Removing one of my hands, I pull her thong aside and am greeted with the most perfectly pink and bare pussy I’ve ever seen in my life. “Fuck me,” I hiss. Looking up at her, I ask, “Are you okay with oral sex? Because if you don’t let me eat this pussy, I think I might cry.”

She moans long and low, her body squirming beneath me. “Please, Hudson.”

I can’t stop myself from diving in with one swift lick. She tastes like fucking heaven, and I’m addicted after one hit.

Her response is immediate, raw and unrestrained, as my tongue explores her, savoring her sweetness. As her thighs tremble in my hands, I hold her steady, fingers pressing firmly into the flesh of her hips as I hold her close, needing more. The way her body reacts to every stroke, every flick of my tongue, sends a surge of heat through me, tightening the ache beneath my jeans. Fuck, I might actually come in my pants. I guess this is what I get for denying myself all summer.

I glance up, catching the way her head falls back, her lips parted in a silent plea, and it fuels me. Shifting slightly, I angle myself to give her everything, my tongue moving in purposeful circles before teasing her with gentle flicks and suction. She cries out, her fingers tangling in my hair, urging me on.

“God,” she pants, her voice trembling as her hips start to move with me, chasing the rhythm I’ve set. My hand shifts, fingers teasing at her entrance, testing her readiness, and she’s so slick, so warm, that it takes everything in me not to lose control right then and there. “Hudson, please…don’t stop.”

The desperation in her tone makes me groan against her, the vibration drawing another gasp from her lips. I pull back just enough to murmur, “Fucking love hearing you moan my name.” My voice is low, rough with desire, and I punctuate the words with a soft kiss just above her clit before diving back in, adding my fingers this time, sliding them inside her as I suck hard.

Her cries grow louder, her body tightening around me, and I know she’s close. I give her everything she needs until she shatters beneath me, her release washing over her in waves that leave her breathless and trembling as she chants my name.

I pull back slowly, watching her chest rise and fall, her body still quaking with aftershocks. The sight of her flushed, glowing, utterly undone, makes me ache even more. I press a kiss to her inner thigh, my voice thick with need as I say, “Making you come is better than feeding you pancakes, by the way.”

She laughs, her eyes and smile hazy with her orgasm. She looks beautiful. “Well, congratulations, because you’ve achieved both today.”

With her gaze locked on me, wide and dark, it’s as if she’s seeing me for the first time, truly taking me in.

Smirking, I rise to my feet, her hands slipping from my shoulders as I move to stand before her. “Stay right there,” I murmur playfully, knowing damn well she’s melted into a puddle at the moment. I watch as her lips part, like she doesn’t want me leaving.

Her eyes follow my every move as my hands go to the button of my jeans. I open them and slide the zipper down, letting the denim hang loose on my hips for a moment. When her gaze dips lower, she swallows hard, the pink flush deepening across her chest and cheeks.

“Don’t stop,” she whispers, her voice breathy and pleading.

I take my time, holding her gaze as I push my jeans down and step out of them. Standing there in just my boxers, the air between us crackles. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and I catch the way her thighs press together as if she’s trying to contain herself.

“Like what you see?” I tease.

She doesn’t answer, but the way her eyes linger on the hardness straining against the thin fabric tells me everything I need to know. She reaches for me instinctively, but I shake my head, stepping closer until I’m standing between her knees. Her hand brushes my hip, tentative but full of intention, as she gazes up at me with those wide, innocent eyes. “If you touch me, I’m gonna blow, and I want to fuck you until you’re screaming my name again.”

“Jesus,” she whispers.

I laugh before hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and sliding them down in one fluid motion, finally baring myself to her completely. Her sharp intake of breath is audible, her gaze fixed on me with a mixture of awe and hunger. “You good?”

“Yeah.” She swallows deeply. “I still want that.”

“This?” I ask, pumping myself once, twice, to relieve some pressure.

She nods as I lean down to capture her lips, pressing her back onto the bed. My body settles against hers, the heat between us almost unbearable, but as I slip my finger back inside her, she’s so fucking tight, I need to make her come again.

Sliding down her body, I trail kisses over her stomach, her hips, and finally to her thighs, spreading her open for me once more. My hands press into the soft curve of her hips as I take her in, marveling at how utterly beautiful she looks like this—flushed, trembling, and completely bare for me.

“Hudson, wait…”

I glance up at her, my breath warm against her as I murmur, “You didn’t think I was done, did you?”

Like she’s in a state of awe, she sighs, a smile curling her lips as her hands tangle in the sheets. Reveling in her reaction, I lean forward and my tongue finds her with ease. Her body arches, a gasp escaping her lips as I lose myself in her again, determined to bring her to the edge as many times as I can.