I leaned up and pulled him to me. A pained expression danced across his features right before he closed his eyes and kissed me back.
He trailed his kisses all over me, humming when he brought forth a reaction from me. That hand at my waistband pushed down, sliding cotton down my thighs until he pulled back enough to remove them all. He still wore his own plaid pants and I waited, gasping up at him while he skimmed the length of my body and stalled on my most intimate places. Despite my nerves, I showed it all to him, not covering myself while his hands went to his waist and then his pants were on the floor with mine.
He crawled back up the bed, hands sliding up my legs, goose bumps pebbling in this wake of his gentle movements while he spread my legs further and settled a hand there.
Cupping me.
Hudson leaned forward, gave me his weight while bracing some of it on his elbow to my side. “I’ll go slow.”
“Don’t.” I pressed into his palm and stared up at him. “I want you.”
“You undo me,” he said and then his mouth fell to my chest, to my breasts while his fingers below began to work a different rhythm.
And… oh… it was so good. So intense. Pleasured heated my veins at his gentle, but persistent ministrations. Everything inside me felt like a ball of tightly coiled wiring, ready to burst. Rational thought turned to frenzied noises, while he took his time, sliding fingers against my opening and nerves above.
And then there was pressure. A finger. Slowing pressing into me that made me cling to his shoulders and his hair, finding purchase in wherever I could.
He kissed me then, pressing another finger inside of me, sliding his tongue into my mouth at the same time he began to move his hand, catching my cries and gasps.
“If it’s too much…”
“More,” I demanded. “Please.”
He paused for a moment, worked me with his fingers until that dam was so close to bursting my body racked with the waves of it.
“Open your legs wider,” he whispered against my mouth.
I was so inexperienced.
Could have felt nerves. Instead, it was pure desire. Pure trust in this man who’d worked so hard to earn it from me, I did it without thought until I felt him there, waiting.
Reaching for something next to his bed and coming back with a foil packet he tore with his teeth, grinning down at me. “Next time, you’ll do this for me. Learn the feel of me but right now I need you too much.”
A shiver rolled through me at his words. The ferocity in them. He needed me.
Hudson Valentine. This man who could have anyone needed me.
I nodded, waited while he covered himself and bit my bottom lip as I felt him at my entrance.
“I’ll go slow,” he repeated.
I pressed my hands to his hips, ran them along his backside. His muscles shook with the tension of holding himself back. He was going slow for me.
I wanted him to take me.
I pulled him toward me. My eyes widened at that first burst of pressure inside of me and he pulled back. Hudson kissed me, took my mouth with the hunger he fought back with his body until he was inside of me.
My body quivered. He was so deep inside, so tight. He waited while my body accommodated him easily before moving, reading my cues, the loosening of my limbs and then he moved, pressed and rolled his hips and pulled one of my legs over his hip. He widened me and opened me and somehow went deeper until all I could do was hold on to him, breathing, gasping for more. That dam exploded so quickly, so powerful, I feared for my life while the pleasure pulled me over, threatened to drown me in it.
Still, he moved, forceful, deep thrusts quickened until he took let out an animalistic groan, buried his face in my neck and emptied himself inside me.
It took seconds, minutes, hours… I had no clue until I returned to the reality of his bed, the weight of him on me, the sheen of sweat pressed between our bodies and when I opened my eyes, Hudson was there, smiling down at me, kissing my cheek, my chin, still inside, languidly enjoying the after waves of our coming together.
“You’re beautiful, Lilly,” he whispered. “The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“You took my breath away the first time I saw you,” I admitted. “I think you’re the best man I’ve ever met.”
He blinked, features tightened before he smiled again and kissed me.
We kissed for hours, until he taught me more about making love and until we could no longer keep our eyes open and then Hudson curled me into his body in the bed, covered us with the sheets.
He held me tight, peppering kisses along my shoulder and neck, whispering beautiful words a man never said to me.
Incredible. Amazing. So damn sexy.
“I’m so glad you’re here with me,” he said, as he fell asleep.
I yawned, sleep taking me under and barely was able to reply, “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Ever.”
His arm wrapped around me twitched and tightened.
Which meant when I finally succumbed to sleep, I was pressed tightly against him. Warm. Safe. Protected.
And maybe… loved?
My eyes flickered open and I rolled over, grinning when I saw Hudson still sleeping in the bed next to me. His lips were slightly parted, little puffs of breath escaping. He appeared so peaceful, so calm, so vastly different than the force of energy he was during the day. It was so rare, seeing him still asleep. I knew he woke early and worked out, and it was now already eight in the morning. The sun was up, but the sky was dreary gray, making even the capitol’s dome in the distance a dull golden color.
I licked my lips, debating whether to kiss him awake or leave him to sleep.
He’d been drinking last night. The reminder came to me quick and hard. After Hudson learned I had to attend AA classes, he rarely, if ever, had a drink around me.
What was it that had him so upset or stressed last night that he had? Perhaps it was nothing but given the way he behaved yesterday and the days before, I frowned at the thought he was going through something and wouldn’t talk to me.
And yet, when I went to him, he hadn’t turned me away. He’d earned my trust and part of that was because he let me open up to him on my time. I could do the same for him.
With that thought, I let him sleep.
I slid out of his bed carefully, making sure I made very little noise while I found the clothes of mine he’d tossed and flung in every which way. Which meant by the time I was dressed and headed toward the kitchen for coffee, I was also doing it smiling. There was an ache at the tops of my thighs I couldn’t help thinking about and my cheeks heated.
Last night had been amazing. Beyond my wildest dreams and certainly my expectations. The lingering soreness reminding me with every step I took had me fighting back a grin.
As I waited for the coffee maker to brew my coffee pod, I grabbed a second mug for Hudson. Perhaps coffee in bed would help him wake up? We still had a few hours yet before we had to be at David’s.
No. Sleep. I’d let him sleep. And I could make coffee for him once he woke. But the last thing he needed was waking to his smoke detector blaring if I tried to cook breakfast.
With my fresh coffee in hand, I headed toward the windows. It looked like snow or rain, but the forecast had said nothing was coming. Maybe it was just going to be an ugly day.
I was blowing over the rim of my coffee mug to cool it, when something caught my attention and made me turn.