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“Just try it. Trust me. If you hate it, I’ll eat them both.” He pushes the plate toward me and leans back, arms crossed over his chest as he watches me pick it up and take a bite.
Okay…
“Holy shit,” I mumble with a mouthful of this deliciousness. The blend of flavors is incredible.
Smirking, he cocks his head as if sayingI told you so.
“Fine.” I roll my eyes. “I need two more.”
“Anything for you, baby. But finish that first,thenwe’ll see about two more.”
I scarf down half of it in a matter of seconds and take a giant sip of my Coke before leaning forward on my elbows to look him in the eyes. “So, my dad texted me last night.”
Hudson stops with the hot dog halfway to his mouth, his throat bobbing as he swallows slowly. I know that my dad being his coach makes him uncomfortable and nervous, and it’s still the elephant in the room between us. We don’t really talk about him much, in part because we basically agreed to not let it affect things between us when we decided to start hooking up. I know he’s worried about what my dad would think, and even though I’m not letting what my dad thinks hold me back, I don’t bring it up because I don’t want it to make him feel uncomfortable.
“He wants me to go to tomorrow night’s game since I’ve not been to a game yet. He didn’t really give me much notice, and he already booked a room for me at the hotel and wants me to fly up on the plane with you guys. I-I tried to say no, but he insisted, and I kind of want to go? If you want me there?”
He sets his food down and then reaches across the table to take my hand. “Do you know how bad I want to see you in the stands cheering my name? How bad I’ve wanted that since the first night with you? Come to the game. Have a fucking blast, and know that every time I look up into the stands, I’ll be looking foryou. Bemygood-luck charm, Bubblegum. So yeah, Iwantyou there. We just have to be careful like we have been so far.”
Easy.
* * *
The towelin my hand is damp as I wring it around the wet strands of my long hair in Hudson’s massive bathroom. The walls are bright white with calming pale blue accents, and honestly, the entire house is gorgeous. But this room? Complete with a deep soaking tub that’s the size of my entire room at the sorority house? Yeah, it’s next-level.
“You’ve been eying that tub for ten minutes, Bubblegum. You wanna take a bath?” he asks as he leans against the counter.
I pull my lip between my teeth and drag my eyes to his. “Could I? I mean, look at it, Hudson. It’s basically a pool…inside your house.”
It has been so long since I’ve been able to take a proper bubble bath, and in a tub this luxurious? I’m practically drooling. Sharing bathroom space with fifty other girls has been my life for the past couple of months, and I am not the self-sabotaging type of girl.
I need to soak in this tub. Need. Especially since there are muscles in my body that are sore from the batting cages that I didn’t even know existed.
Hudson’s massive shoulders shake with laughter, “Baby, I’m six foot fucking four. I wanted a tub that could accommodate that, so I had this one installed when I purchased the house.”
Shit. That makes sense. He’s so tall, and god, his shoulders are so broad and thick. Something tells me that even though the tub is huge, it would still make him look like a giant.
I watch as his large hand closes over the faucet as he turns it on, cranking up the hot water. The tub slowly begins to fill with water, steam billowing in soft tendrils through the air.
“Come here.”
His voice is low and deep, causing a feeling of lust to stir deep in my gut. Even with me wearing his T-shirt and boxers, he still eyes me like I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. I can feel them as they slide down my body. As if he’s physically touching me without ever lifting a finger.
My feet move without even thinking, placing me in front of him. His bare chest is so close that my nipples harden and strain against the fabric of his T-shirt as they brush against the solid expanse of chest, causing me to suck in an excited breath.
We’ve danced around this part of thenon-dateall night, teasing each other until we were wild with desire.
Taunting.
Leading up to this very moment.
Wordlessly, he slips his fingers underneath the hem of the T-shirt, brushing the pads of them over the soft curve of my hip before slowly lifting it.
Inch by inch. Higher and higher.
I raise my arms so he can pull it off. He casually tosses it onto the floor next to us, all while his gaze holds mine so intensely that I have to squeeze my thighs together to dull the throb. Something that doesn’t go unnoticed by him, judging by his eyes flaring with hunger.
I’m standing in front of him wearing only his boxers, which are barely staying up on my hips, and my clit throbbing between my legs.
