“I’m, uh…” I don’t have any idea what to say.
He places a finger against my lips and “Shh.” Shocking me, he lays his forehead next to mine and groans. “I knew you were trouble the first time I saw you. I fought it because I thought you belonged to another man.” Huh? Before I discover what he means, Hudson continues and blows my mind. “Now, I’m done fighting whatever the fuck this is. You’re mine and I don’t care about anything else. Everyone can believe I’m a dirty old man taking advantage of a younger woman. Fuck them.”
Hello, twilight zone. Or is this a dream? Pinching myself causes pain to radiate up my side, so I’m awake. He notices me rubbing my slight injury and frowns. “Hey. Take it easy on my property.”
Sputtering, I’m about to blast him when his firm lips cover mine. My knees buckle, and I’d fall to the ground if it weren’t for him wrapping his arm around my waist to hold me up. Electricity zings through my body as his tongue traces my bottom lip before slipping inside my mouth. His hand wraps in my hair to angle my head the way he wants, and I groan.
Feeling his massive erection pressed against my stomach causes me to stiffen. Our kiss is burning out of control. Pulling back, I look into his eyes and bite my swollen bottom lip. “Sorry. I need to slow things down a little.” He shakes his head and I shrug. “I’m twenty-one. Old enough to know what I want.”
Looking into my eyes, he growls. “I fucking hope you’re talking about me.” The caveman returns.
I wrap my hands around his face and lean up to kiss his cheek. “Of course, I mean you, silly.”
Hudson swallows before stepping back. “We can take this slower.” He smiles and runs a finger down my nose. “Now, change clothes, and Daddy will take you out to dinner.”
“Uh. I’m not too sure I’m going to call you Daddy.” I bite my lip and frown, hoping he understands.
Hudson throws back his head and laughs. “It’s okay. I was just trying it out to see what it sounded like coming out of my mouth.”
I roll my eyes and head to my bedroom. As I walk down the hall, I peek over my shoulder and notice him adjusting himself.
As Hudson drives down the highway, I look around the inside of his SUV and wonder how the hell I ended up here. A couple of hours ago, I was sitting in my empty living room debating whether my pocketbook could afford pizza for dinner. Now, I’m on my way to a restaurant with the hottest man I’ve ever seen. “Is Mexican okay with you?” His question startles me, causing me to jump in the seat. Hudson reaches over and squeezes my knee. “Don’t be nervous. We’ll take things at your pace.”
I look at him and attempt to smile. How do I explain my anxiety isn’t from how fast we’re moving but the fact there’s something happening at all? This man is so far out of my league, and I’m not sure how to deal with this situation. “You terrify me,” slips past my lips, and he throws back his head and laughs.
“Little one, that makes us even. You scare the shit out of me.” His bright blue eyes cut through me. “I’ve never felt anything like this, but I’m not letting it hold me back.”
Holy shiitake. Hudson Russo is serious about little ole me.
“Hell yes. You’re fucking mine.” My face turns a deep red when I realize I spoke my thoughts out loud.
Chapter 6
Hudson
My mind is reminding me to take my time with Kat while my body urges me to move this relationship along. Spending the evening with her is pure torture. I teach the young waiter a lesson when he stares way too fucking long at her stunning body. “She’s mine. Get the fuck away.” Kat gasps as the little asshole swallows and grabs the menus off our table.
He stumbles and runs into another table on his way to the kitchen. My girl bites her lip as she shakes her head. “I doubt he meant anything by it.”
“He was staring at your chest. The little fucker is lucky I let him walk away.” I’m coming on strong, but these unfamiliar emotions have turned me into a Neanderthal. “Look, you’ll have to give me some time to get used to this,” I tell her honestly. “I’ve never felt this way before.” Picking up her soft hand, I kiss the back of it.
She squeezes my palm and assures me, “We’ll muddle through together.” When she winks at me, I fight the urge to throw her tiny ass up on the table and fuck her in the middle of this crowded restaurant. This girl has twisted me into knots.
I spend the rest of the night watching every asshole in the place check out Kat. I glare at each of the fuckers, letting them know she’s mine.
At the end of the evening, I follow Kat to her door, and it takes all my control to kiss her softly then watch her slip into her apartment. In the back of my mind, I’m making plans for tomorrow.
As I stare off into the darkness, I remember Kat’s curvy body wrapped around mine earlier tonight. My cock has been iron-hard all evening since she rubbed her luscious tits against my chest and ran her palms lightly over my back. Jacking off doesn’t appeal to me now that I’ve held Kat in my arms. Loving her has turned me into a sappy son-of-a-bitch.
I’m walking up the stairs to Kat’s apartment at ten minutes past eight. Somehow, I manage to juggle a bag of cream-filled donuts and two coffees without spilling anything. Last night, I told her I’d pick her up around eight-thirty, but after missing her for seven hours, I rushed at the bakery and broke every speed limit on the way over here.
All my earlier thoughts of taking things slow with her evaporate when she opens the door wearing a gauzy summer dress that floats around her thighs. She’s pulled her light blonde hair up into a ponytail that shows off her elegant neck, and I barely resist the urge to run my tongue along the soft skin under her ear. “I heard from a little birdy that you like white chocolate mocha lattes.” Handing her the cup, I step in and take several deep breaths to gain control of my cock. This is going to be a long day.
“Oh my God, you’re a lifesaver.” She groans while swallowing her first sip of the coffee, and my dick thumps hungrily in my pants. I close my eyes and pray for restraint.
Turning my back to her, I count to ten then growl, “Have mercy on me and keep your noises to yourself.”
When I glance back at Kat, she’s biting her lip and smiling smugly. “Oopsie.” She points at the bag in my hand. “Is that more goodies?”
Holding the bag over my head, I tease her, “Yes, but you’ve lost the privilege.” She gasps and I ignore her outrage. “Torturing the old man is a ‘losing all the donuts’ offense.”
“Donuts!” Her eyes light up and she rushes close to me. As her delicate scent reaches my nose, I groan and adjust my cock. This little game of mine has backfired and is inflicting pain on my poor dick. Fuck.
I sip my coffee and stare out the French doors in the living room while she eats her donuts. “Are you sure you don’t want any of these?” She’s in the kitchen, and I refuse her offer. My control has reached its limit, and there’s no way I’ll be able to resist the temptation of watching her devour the sweets.