Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 101488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Hudson’s forehead wrinkled. “Refer to me what way?”
“As Prince Charming.”
He looked away for a moment before his eyes met mine. “I’m no Prince Charming, sweetheart. But I do like you very much.”
“Why?”
“Why do I like you?”
I nodded.
“A lot of reasons. I like that when I handed you that microphone at Olivia’s wedding, you rose to the challenge and then called me an asshole with fire in your eyes. You don’t back down. You’re fearless, even though you somehow think you’re a chickenshit. I love that even though you’ve been through some shitty situations, you refuse to let them get you down. Instead of letting all the negative crap in life eat at you, you made up some happiness system. I love that when you see a homeless woman, you give her a Hershey bar because you know it might make some chemical in her brain to help her feel a little better, even if for just a few minutes. I love that you’re creative and invented your own product, and you’re smart enough to write an algorithm I wouldn’t have a clue how to formulate. And I love that you’re stubborn and don’t give up.”
He looked down at my body and then took a second to examine my face before shaking his head. “All of that, plus what you look like. The better question is, what reason would I have not to like you?”
My eyes started to water. Hudson leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. “Do you feel scared right now?” he whispered.
My pulse raced. “More than ever.”
He smiled. “Good.”
“Good? As in you want me to be afraid?”
“No…but at least I’m not alone in this. We’re only afraid of the things that mean the most to us.”
I cupped his cheek. “I’m so glad you waited me out.”
“I knew you’d be worth waiting for.”
Hudson pressed his mouth to mine in a passionate kiss. We’d spent a large portion of the last twenty-four hours in this bed with our mouths intertwined, yet this kiss felt different—more filled with emotion than ever before. He held my face between his hands, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. But what started slow, quickly heated up. Our kiss became wild and fervent as we helped each other shed our remaining clothes.
There was a frenzied feeling in the air. Still, something about the way Hudson looked into my eyes told me he knew I was still fragile in many ways. Our gazes never broke as he lined himself up at my entrance and pushed inside of me. Hudson was thick, and it had been over a year since I’d had sex until last night. So he took his time, going slowly as he sank deeper with each measured thrust. Once he was fully seated, he circled his hips, and I could feel his pelvis press against my clit. It felt so good, so perfectly right. My heart was as full as my body, and my emotions became almost impossible to hold in. Tears prickled at my eyes, which I shut in an attempt to hold them back.
“Open, sweetheart.” Hudson’s voice was hoarse.
My eyes fluttered back open and met his. What I saw made it impossible to hold back the tears. Hudson’s eyes were as brimming with emotion as mine. We stayed that way, connected in every way possible, as our orgasms built. Not wanting the moment to end, I tried to hold back as his thrusts grew harder and faster. But the sounds echoing through the room did me in. Our wet bodies slapped against each other as he fucked me with his body and soul.
“Hudson…”
His jaw strained as he kept going. “Let it go…let it all go.”
And I did. With a voracious cry, my body took over for my mind, and waves and waves of ecstasy ran through me. Just as it started to ebb, Hudson’s orgasm hit, and the heat of him spilling into me made my body continue to ripple with shock waves.
After, I had no idea how he could even hold his head up, much less still be semi-hard as he glided in and out of me.
“Wow…that was…”
Hudson smiled and kissed me softly. “Too good to be true,” he whispered.
I smiled back, and a little bit of hope sparked inside me.
Maybe, just maybe, he’d be the one man who didn’t let me down.
CHAPTER 24
Stella
Sixteen months ago
“Do you know what Drummond Hospitality is?” I asked.
Aiden was sitting in the living room of his apartment grading papers while I sat at the kitchen table going through my emails. “Hmmm?”
“It’s on your credit card statement for a hundred-and-ninety-two dollars. The other charge I recognize.”
Aiden’s eyes narrowed. “How did you get my credit card bill?”
“It comes to my email now. Remember a few months ago, I said I’d gotten a notice that Bank of America was going paperless, and you’d have to opt out if you wanted paper statements from now on? You asked me to have it sent to my email since everything goes to spam when you use your work email.”