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“Pretty sure we did.” His lips are almost on my neck and I can feel the heat from his body as he whispers in my ear, “What if we give ourselves this one night to do all the things I know you’ve been thinking about?”
“What have I been thinking about?” I ask.
His lips brush against my neck. “This.”
I let out a moan, tilting my head to expose my neck a little more while he works his way up. Oh God, that’s good. So, so good. His teeth skim my earlobe, completely silencing that voice in my head that was sounding that pesky alarm. I grab his shirt and pull him to me so he’s now got me pressed up against the counter. He reaches up with both hands and places them on my cheeks, then kisses me hard on the mouth, melting the rest of my resolve. I run my hands up and down his back, feeling his muscles flex while he does the most amazing things with his tongue. After a few deliciously delirious moments, he pulls back and gazes down at me. “Is that what you had in mind?”
I nod, not wanting him to stop. “How did you know?”
“Because it’s all I can think about too,” he answers, nipping my bottom lip with his teeth. “I want you, Allie. I’ve wanted you since the moment I first laid eyes on you.”
“No, that can’t be right,” I say. “That’s just something you think you have to say.”
His eyes harden. “It’s not. It’s the truth. I’ll never forget seeing you there in the lobby. I was awestruck by your beautiful full lips, your perfect skin. You’re gorgeous, Allie. Stunning.”
He kisses me again, and I feel myself melting like butter in his arms. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, both inside and out.”
“But you’ve been with?—”
He kisses me hard on the mouth to stop whatever comparison I was about to make. “Facts aren’t up for debate.” His words come out as a low growl, and I let out a little involuntary squeak.
“Okay, I won’t argue with you then,” I say.
“Good.”
He crushes my mouth with his while I tell that awful voice in my head—the one who can’t let me believe he means any of this—to shut the hell up. Because if I don’t, I’m going to talk my way out of the most incredible night of my life.
I lift myself onto my tippy toes and kiss him again, wrapping one hand behind his neck and pulling him closer.
I’m pinned between his hard body and the counter, and it’s all I can do not to start yanking off both our clothes. Instead, I give in to the moment, letting myself feel what he’s doing to me with his hands and his mouth. I breathe in the scent of him. The masculine, fresh, irresistible smell of his skin. We stay like this, making out until we’re both worked up into a frenzy. He pulls back, causing me to let out a little whimper—it’s a sound I’ve never made before in my life. It’s desperate and whiny and it makes him smirk as he pulls off his t-shirt, tossing it on the floor behind him.
My eyes drink in the perfection that is his body, and I only now realize how very thirsty I’ve been for basically my entire adult life. “Wow,” I mutter, running my hands over the ridges of his abs and up to his muscly chest. “Yeah, wow.”
I don’t even care that I’m fawning over him when I should be playing it cool. There’s no way not to fawn over the absolute perfection that is Hudson Finch. Every woman who’s ever seen him on screen wants to do exactly what I’m doing right now, which makes me the luckiest human on the planet. Reaching down, he pulls my shirt over my head, forcing me to lift my arms—and lose contact with his glorious body for a second. He smiles as he stares at me without my shirt on. Just when I start to feel a hint of self-consciousness, he says, “God, look at you. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
His hands are on my waist, and he pulls me to him, kissing me some more. I feel the heat of his skin against mine, and I’m suddenly desperate to have all our clothes off so I can feel more of him against me and all of him inside me. He works his way down my neck with torturously slow kisses that trail across my collar bone, then pulls my lacy bra down to give him full access to my breasts. His mouth captures my right breast and he teases my nipple until it’s puckered and hard, sending a ripple of pleasure through me. I moan again, shameless in my desire for him.
He lifts his head and says, “Is this what you were thinking about?”
“God, yes, all of it,” I answer, my words breathy.
He works his way back down and gives my left breast the same perfect attention, his tongue swirling around my nipple and doing all sorts of amazing things to me. I barely notice him unclasping my bra, or it falling to the floor, but somehow it happens. He drops to his knees in front of me, pulling my leggings, panties, and socks off, leaving me completely exposed. The cool air of the kitchen causes goose bumps across my skin, but his hands warm me as he moves them up the sides of my legs and onto my hips. I should feel self-conscious, here in the brightly lit room in front of this Adonis of a man, but the look in his eyes tells me I have nothing to feel bad about.
“I’m going to do everything you need,” he says, gripping my ass with both hands and planting kisses across my tummy. “All the things you’ve always wanted.”
“Yes, please,” I answer, unable to think straight enough to say anything coherent. I stare down at him, my breath ragged, as I take in the expression on his face. It’s adoration and animalistic and everything I’ve always wanted in a moment like this. I feel sexy. I feel beautiful. I feel seen. And it’s utterly addictive. I want to be looked at like this forever.
I grip his shoulders and pull up. “Come here,” I whisper.
“Not yet,” he says, gently parting my legs. “We’ve got all night and I intend to make this last.”
He kisses and licks me, his tongue doing things that are so intense and amazing, I can hardly hold myself up. I grip the counter behind me to stop myself from collapsing onto the floor. His fingers grip my ass as he pleasures me in ways I didn’t know were possible. Closing my eyes, I let my head drift back until it’s resting against the cupboard, feeling him lift my right leg a little higher so he can bring his tongue in deeper inside me.
A distant part of me feels like she’s observing this from across the room, shocked and delirious and thrilled at what’s happening. She can see us together like this, with Hudson showing me how a man should love a woman. Just like this. He’s not quick or selfish. He’s not here to just get whatever he can from me. He’s paying attention to every little moan and sigh and movement of mine, and adjusting to bring me closer to the edge. I press myself a little harder against his smooth face, writhing over him as I tighten my muscles and let one hand drift from the counter to his hair. I grip his head and pull him in even more, his tongue rubbing inside me, setting off a wave of intense pleasure that rips through every cell of my body. Spasms of satisfaction take over as I call out, “Yes, yes, yes!” in a raspy voice.
He stays right where I need him as I ride every wave. When it’s over, he holds onto my waist with both hands while he plants lingering, adoring kisses from hip to hip, the heat from his mouth warming every part of me. When he finally stands, I kiss him hard on the mouth, tasting the pleasure he just gave me. It was incredible, powerful, and all-consuming, but somehow, it’s left me desperate for more. For him, and only him.
I fumble with the button on his jeans, somehow managing to undo them, then I let my hand slide inside, feeling his hard length through the fabric of his boxer briefs. God, that’s big. And hard. And I want all of it inside me right now.
