Page 57 of Paper Horses

“Language,” I rasped, receiving only a chuckle before he pushed my thighs further apart and slid his fingers through me. With a groan, he sank one into me. My back arched, but he nipped at my nipple, causing me to whimper.

He drew his finger out and stood back, lifting it to his mouth and sucking it. All the while, his eyes were on mine. With a smirk, he said, “Sweet as honey.”

A shiver ran through me, and his eyes grazed over my body, heat igniting them and spreading to me. “Fucking beautiful.”

I rolled my lip between my teeth, ready to scold him again when his hand splayed across my stomach and shoved me down. My back hit the countertop, his hands hit my thighs, his knees hit the floor. He yanked me to him, and I closed my eyes to the velvety feel of his tongue. He unraveled me within minutes, every flick of his tongue and twist of his finger, every heavy groan that came from him, summoned my climax more until it was a knotted mess ready to explode.

“That’s it, honey,” he rasped against me. “Come for me.”

The command sent my release barreling through me, obliterating me and all that I had been without him. The ice shattered, the control collapsed, and in its place was me, the woman Hudson had always made me. Free, worshiped, loved.

His kisses traced a path up my body, and when he dragged me up, I crashed into his chest, all strength stolen by his mouth. He gave me a lopsided grin before pulling me to him and kissing me. I curled my nose, and he chuckled, saying, “Taste what I do to you, Olivia.”

My stomach somersaulted, and I gave up on my attempt to not taste myself on him, remembering how he had always insisted I needed to know what he did to my body, as if I didn’t know by the complete havoc he wreaked on it.

His big hands took my bottom again, and he lifted me. I tucked my legs around him. His length pressed against me, and I shimmied on it, causing another chuckle from him.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” He nipped my bottom lip as he carried me up the stairs.

I tightened my arms around his neck. “Do you really still love me?” I asked.

His jaw went rigid, and he repositioned me, climbing the final steps but not giving me an answer.

“Hudson?”

With a few strides, he peeled me from him, lowering me onto his bed and hovering over me with hooded eyes. I swallowed, afraid I’d ruined the moment and uncertain why he’d suddenly turned quiet. He brushed his fingers over my cheek, lowering to kiss me. This kiss was different. Not the powerful, earth-shattering one like earlier. This one was sensual, filled with yearning and emotion. It threaded through me, repairing the raw wounds on my heart and reshaping my soul.

“I never stopped loving you, Olivia. Even when I hated you for what you did, I couldn’t stop. There has only ever been one woman who owned me, and that’s you. It’s always been you.”

Tears pressed behind my eyes.

“No more of that mushy shit. You’re going to ruin my hard-on.”

A laugh burst from me, and I yanked his face down, kissing him again. His touches were strong yet reverent, his kisses a command that summoned my climax again, leaving it on the precipice waiting for him to claim it. I tugged at his shirt, and he gave me a withering glare before pulling it over his head.

“What?” I asked.

“Don’t interrupt me.” His mouth returned to my breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth just as his fingers filled me again. My back bowed with my cry, my body shaking. I was so close to falling apart that my breaths were coming in shallow puffs. “Not yet, Olivia.”

My eyes snapped open as he lifted himself, leaving me desperate for him to return. He flicked his belt buckle open, followed by his top button, and excitement frolicked in my gut. Orbs of shadowed chestnut perused my body.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he muttered, dropping his pants.

“You still love that word, don’t you?”

His eyes flicked back to mine. “Almost as much as I love you.” My inhale was violent, and he gave me a mischievous grin. “How do you want it, Olivia?”

I pursed my lips. “How do you normally have it, Hudson?”

He narrowed his eyes. “With a condom. How do you normally do it?”

I sat up, throwing my hair over my shoulder, and snagging his boxers, jerked him toward me. My hand encased him through the material, and he hissed as I stroked him.

“With a condom…but I have an IUD.” I looked up at him, seeing the flash of excitement in his eyes. He was the only one I’d ever let inside me without a condom. The only one I’d ever trusted enough to take the chance.

He shoved my hand aside and dropped his boxers. I drew a breath, having forgotten just how large he was. A haughty smile let me know he knew what I was thinking.

“Get that ass back on the bed and spread those legs for me. I’m ready to stake my claim on that body again.”