Page 67 of Best Kept Secret

She loved his reaction and was ready for him—gentle, rough, she’d gladly take it all.

“Kelsey…”

“Yeah?”

“You’re so beautiful. I don’t deserve you.”

Oh no. He wasn’t backing out of this now! She slowly spread her legs apart, inviting him in. All he had to do was reach out and touch…

His hand cupped her mound, the move surprisingly tender as if he were making sure he could get away with touching her. Then she felt the mattress dip as stretched out beside her.

She shifted to her side, and his hand stayed on her. Then he gently probed her damp opening with his finger.

“Hudson…” She scooted as close as she could get with his hand between them and brushed his lips with hers.

He swirled his finger around, alighting on her most sensitive spot. She moaned, but it sounded like it was coming from somewhere far away. She rotated her hips, seeking relief but not wanting the feeling to end.

“You feel so good,” he whispered against her mouth.

She moved a hand down and stroked his hard length. “So do you.”

“Every time you touch me…”

She spread some of his wetness around his tip and drew it down his shaft. “You were saying?”

“It feels better than the time before.”

“Same,” she whispered.

They continued kissing, touching, exploring—the heat building between them with every stroke. Between his mouth, hands, and sexy murmurings, she was already getting close.

All it would take was…

“You’re so sexy. I want you so bad. I can’t wait to fill you up with my…”

Boom! She went off like a July Fourth firework display, which was fitting under the circumstances. Thank goodness the apartment complex seemed deserted this weekend; otherwise, she might have embarrassingly announced her presence to the neighbors.

“YES!” she shouted, her hips bucking enthusiastically.

He expertly stroked, kissed, and caressed her while she slowly and reluctantly drifted back down to earth. Then she popped her eyes open and beamed at him, knowing this wasn’t an ending so much as an exciting new beginning for them both.

Twenty

Hudson reached into his nightstand and took out a condom. Kelsey’s gorgeous brown mane was splayed on his pillow, just like in his fantasy. Only this time, she was completely naked and smiling at him.

He ripped open the package, rolled on the condom, and crawled over her. As his gaze raked over her, he noticed some red marks where his stubble had grazed her skin.

“Did I hurt you?”

“If giving me the best orgasm I’ve ever had was hurting me, then, yes, you maimed me for life.”

He laughed, enjoying her sense of humor in the bedroom as much as outside of it. Maybe even more.

His laughter trailed off when she took his erection in hand and led it to her opening. He watched her swipe it over herself a few times, and his breath hitched in anticipation.

“You said you wanted to be inside me,” she murmured.

“I do.”