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FORTY

HUDSON

Madeline’s hesitation makes me frown. I put my hands on her knees and look up to find her chewing her bottom lip.

I’ve never seen her so unsure. The assuredness she usually has is gone, and I’m worried.

“Do you want to turn off the light?” I ask. “We can do that.”

“No. Yes.” She sighs, conflicted. “I’m sorry. You’re the first person—the only person—I’ve been this intimate with since my ex, and I’m feeling wildly out of my element. How do I sit? What do I do with my hands and my feet? Do I suck in my stomach? My body is…” Madeline trails off, her bottom lip still stuck between her teeth. “It’s not perfect. I’m sure I don’t look like the women you’ve slept with before.”

“What?” I trace over the faded stretch marks on her hips, wondering what it’s going to feel like when I fuck her from behind and can admire them. I’m imagining the life she lived until she met me. All the incredible things her body has done and how I’m the lucky bastard who gets to be here with her. “Talk to me, Maddie.”

“I have cellulite. Stretch marks and pregnancy scars.” She gestures up and down her body. “I haven’t been to the gym in months—okay, years, I’m lying—and I didn’t think to shave anywhere other than my legs. I’m so proud of what my body accomplished when I had Lucy and the years I’ve spent as a mother. But I know I don’t look the way I did the last time I had sex. I don’t want that to be a turn off for you.”

“You think all of those things would be a turn off?” I sit up on my knees and kiss the small white scar on her stomach. “They’re a part of you, and that doesn’t make me any less attracted to you. It could never make me any less attracted to you.”

“Really?” she asks, breathless.

I take her hand in mine. I set her palm on the front of my pants, right over my dick, and she gasps.

“Does it feel like I’m having any trouble enjoying this, Maddie?”

“You’re so hard.” She traces the outline of my cock and rubs her thumb over the head. My hips buck forward, and I grip the sheets. “And it’s all for me?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. It’s all for you. And if you’d be more comfortable with the light off, we can turn it off. I want you. So fucking bad. And that doesn’t change if I can see all of you or not.”

“We can leave the light on. I want to see you .” Her smile curls at the edges. “You can take off my shorts, Hudson.”

I don’t need telling twice.

I wrap my fingers around the hem of her shorts, dragging them over her knees. I toss them at the wall then move my thumbs up her thighs.

She puts her feet on the sheets and opens her legs wider.

For me .

Fuck .

Blowing out my last bit of sanity, I look at her. I look at every inch of her, and the decision is a terrible idea.

The worst I’ve ever had, because I’m obsessed. Fucking feral, and everything about her—from the tufts of hair between her legs to the faint scars low on her stomach—is fucking divine.

I can’t get enough.

“Can I— Madeline . I want to touch you,” I rasp. My tongue is heavy in my mouth. My dick hurts so fucking bad. “Please.”

Delicate fingers wrap around my wrist. They move my hand off the bed and to the inside of her thigh. I’m inches away from where I didn’t get to touch her the other night in my kitchen, and I’m going out of my mind.

“Right here,” she says.

I drag a finger through her entrance and she drops her head back. I scramble so I’m closer to her, so I don’t miss a goddamn thing, and when I gently push my finger inside her, her moan rocks my world.

I watch her, studying her so I can figure out what she likes.

She enjoys when I curl my pointer finger, but she loves when I lean forward. When I bring my mouth just above her pussy, and instead of putting my tongue on her, I spit so I can circle her with my thumb.

“Going to get you off first,” I tell her, smiling when her legs drop open even wider. “Then I’ll fuck you.”

Her giggle is wild, fading into a moan when I add a second finger and slow the circles on her clit so she can adjust to the stretch.

“I knew—” She wiggles her hips, asking me to move, and I do. “You’d be like this in bed.”

“Like what?”

“Nice. Sweet. Good .”

“Is that what you like?”

Her eyes flutter open, and she stares at me. She clasps a hand over my wrist to stop my movements. “I’d like anything with you.”

She whines when I pull away from her clit. I use my left hand to unbutton my pants and yank my zipper down, watching with wonder when she fucks herself on my fingers. My pants get caught on my knees, and I try to shimmy them off.

“I want to be good for you, Maddie,” I practically beg.

“Can you come up here so you can kiss me?” she asks, and I’m moving before she finishes the question.

I stand and shove off my pants and briefs completely. Madeline sighs when I’m naked in front of her. She licks her lips then meets my gaze with the hook of a smile on her mouth.

Before I can ask her what else she wants, her hands are roaming up my chest. They’re reaching around to my back and touching my ass. She’s swiping over the head of my cock and sucking on the finger covered in pre-cum.

I hold myself over her, slipping two fingers back inside her and groaning when I find how wet she is. I bend to kiss her, pulling her bottom lip with my teeth. She squirms under me, running her sharp nails down my spine as her breathing turns rough.

“You’re so wet,” I whisper, mesmerized by how she’s soaking my hand. “I can’t believe I get to have you like this.”

Her palms move to my cheeks, and she kisses me urgently. Her back lifts off the bed when I keep my fingers in place but add my thumb on her clit.

I start with a slow circle, taking my time, and I hum when she clenches around me.

“Hudson.” She cups the back of my neck and digs her fingers into my muscles. I can’t help but groan. “I want to finish on your tongue.”

“Yeah?” I pull my fingers out of her and stroke up her thigh. Her arousal sticks to her skin, and I grin at the mess I’m making. “Would that make this nice for you?”

“Shut up with that word.” She laughs, reaching between us. She grips my cock and gives it a few strokes, and it takes every last ounce of my willpower not to come right this very second. “Don’t make me beg.”

“That’s my job.” I kiss her neck and work my way down her body. I suck on her nipple before biting it again. I move to her stomach and give attention to the softer parts of her flesh, like the divots in her thigh and the dip in her hip. I look at every inch of her, and when I settle on my stomach between her legs, I kiss the inside of her knee. “God. You’re so pretty. So beautiful.”

Madeline laughs. “I’m surprised. I didn’t know if you’d be a guy who liked to?—”

“Eat pussy?” I finish for her, giving her a wide grin when I see her flushed face. “Why? Because I say please and thank you?”

“I thought it might go against your southern hospitality.” She runs her fingers through my hair, and I melt under her touch. “I’m glad it doesn’t.”

“What would you say if you found out it’s one of my favorite things in the world?” I grip her thighs and push them open. “What if I told you I’d stay here all night if it meant getting three orgasms out of you? What if sometimes, I like this better than sex?” I lick her pussy, and she moans. “Tell me again how nice I am, Maddie. I can’t wait to fuck that word right out of your mouth.”

I bury my tongue inside her, and white-hot need pulses through me. I lap at her like she’s my last sip of water before I cross a never-ending desert, and the sounds she’s making send my mind into overdrive. I thrust against the mattress, and I don’t care if I stain her sheets. I’ll wash them when we’re finished, but I can’t lie here tasting her and not have a reaction.

She’s too goddamn sweet.

“I love it.” She drops her hands to the sheets. She holds them with a vice-like grip, and that must mean I’m doing something right. “I love that you’re a good boy with a heart of gold who also wants to be a little bad.”

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be.” I replace my tongue with my fingers, and I can tell she’s close. She’s getting there, and smug pride races up my spine. “Just let me see you come.”

Soon, she’s urging my head back down. She’s touching my cheek as I lick her again, and just as I part her with my thumbs so I can get even deeper inside her, she says my name.

“ Hudson. I’m going to?—”

I drape an arm over her stomach to hold her down, and she groans when she comes apart. She writhes beneath me, and I taste her everywhere: on my tongue, on my mouth when I lick my lips, on my beard when she keeps my head in place and nearly suffocates me as she rides through the orgasm.

“So fucking gorgeous. Are you a two-for-one girl, Maddie?” I touch her clit with my knuckles, and she unravels again. “ Fuck . You are. Let me get one more taste, sweetheart.”

“Please,” she almost sobs. “I’ve never?—”

“With me you will.”

I kiss her leg and ease her down from her high. I take my time as I slow my fingers. My touch turns into something teasing—featherlight caresses that have her shifting on the mattress and letting out a needy whine.

When she settles down and exhales, I crawl back up her body. Her eyes flutter open, and her smile is soft and sated.

“Hi,” she says, and I drop a kiss to her shoulder. “You’re damn good at that.”

“You think so?” I run my fingers up her arm. She’s warm under my touch. “Do you want to taste?”

Madeline sits up and eases me onto my knees. She rearranges us so I’m against the headboard, and she straddles my lap. I put my hands on her waist, blown away that this is actually happening.

When she brings her mouth to mine, she doesn’t kiss me. She makes me work for it by lifting my neck, reaching for her, grateful when her tongue moves over my lips.

“You’re so sexy, Hudson.” She puts her hands on the wall behind me. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Thank you ,” I manage to get out. Madeline lifts up on her knees and rubs the head of my cock over her entrance. “Hang on, Mads. I have two brain cells left, so we need to have this conversation quickly.”

“Get talking, Hayes.”

“I got tested after my last relationship. No one since. All clear on my end.”

“Same here.”

“Do you want me to use a condom?”

“Yes. I’m a one-and-done mom. No more kids for me, and I don’t want to risk it without protection. At least not until I can get back on birth control. Then you can fuck me however you want.”

I fumble for the box of condoms and nearly knock it over. I’m too distracted, and grabbing a foil packet takes all of my mental capacities.

“You’re full of surprises too.”

“How so?”

“Six years, and you know exactly what to say. Exactly what to do.” I open the wrapper and roll the latex down my length. “Exactly what it takes to drive me crazy.”

Madeline loops her arms around my neck and smiles. She’s so goddamn beautiful. “Go slow with me,” she whispers, and I don’t know if she’s talking about sex or whatever happens after.

It doesn’t matter.

I’ll give her anything she wants.

“I promise,” I say, and she blows out a breath. She closes her eyes and starts to sink herself on my cock, but I stop her. “Open your eyes, Maddie. I want you to watch when you take me for the first time.”