Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 157273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
“Oh my God, Hudson, just touch me.” I balanced on one hand and held on to the back of his neck with the other.
He studied every detail of my expression as his fingers found me, and then his eyes slid shut as he groaned. “Fuck, Allie. You’re soaking wet.”
I gasped as he brushed my clit.
His eyes flew open, and I wasn’t sure what turned me on more, the circles he started tracing with his fingers around but not over my clit, or the way he looked at me like I was the answer to every question he’d ever asked. “Soft.” Circle. “Hot.” Circle. “Slick.” Circle. “Flawless.”
He moved his hand from the nape of my neck and down my back, fully supporting my weight when my back arched and my hips rocked, looking for friction, for pressure, for something to release the spiraling tension he constructed with each swirl of his fingers. I hooked my left leg around his hip and used the leverage to change the angle so his next stroke hit me right where I needed.
Holy shit. Pleasure shot through my veins, sharp and sweet.
My moan echoed off the walls. Again and again, I rocked against his hand, setting the pressure, the rhythm the way I liked it, chasing the high, the climax that hovered so close I could almost taste it.
“Tell me, love.” He ghosted his mouth over mine as he withdrew slightly, denying me what I wanted. “Are you used to taking what you want?”
I threw my arms around his neck, kissed him in answer, and rocked my hips again, whimpering in frustration when he kept the touches light and teasing despite my best efforts.
“You are, aren’t you?” His eyes searched mine, and I hated that he could speak coherently, that he was in full control while I squirmed. “You know exactly what your body needs to get there, and you take it. Quick. Easy. You have partners, not lovers.”
“Yes.” I bucked my hips again, and he backed off. I cried out in sheer frustration as the climax I’d been chasing slipped away. “What are you doing?”
“Denying you the little orgasm you almost took so I can ruin you with the one I’m going to give you.” His fingers circled my clit, rebuilding what he’d flat-out stolen from me, and he lowered his mouth to my breast, swirling his tongue in the same pattern until that coiled need flared brighter and hotter than before.
Then he did it again, backing off right when I reached the edge and beginning over, building a hotter fire, winding a tighter spring until I was a writhing mess. My fingernails raked into his hair and down the back of his neck.
“Hudson.” It was a plea.
His eyes flared, edged with hunger. “Say it again.” His fingers slipped lower, and it dawned on me that I’d given up control . . . and gained power.
“Hudson.” One long finger slid inside me. I gasped, and my walls clenched around the welcome intrusion. “Hudson.” A second finger joined, and I whimpered at how fucking good the stretch felt. It had been so damned long. “Hudson,” I whispered and arched my hips.
“So fucking hot.” A groan rumbled through his chest, and I made it my life’s mission to hear that sound again. “God, you’re on fire for me, aren’t you?”
I pulled his head down to mine and kissed him, then whispered, “Hudson.”
“Yes.” He claimed my mouth in a deep kiss as his fingers started moving, stroking deep and hard, keeping a steady, delicious, addictive rhythm that let me know exactly how he’d use his cock. It was too much and not nearly enough.
“I want you,” I cried out against his mouth.
“I’m right here.” His thumb stroked my clit as his fingers pumped, and that bright, spiraling tension drew all my focus inward.
My eyes fell shut as my thighs locked around his hand.
“Eyes on me, Allie,” he demanded, and I complied, keeping my gaze locked on his as he curled his fingers to hit my G-spot.
Oh God. If he stopped, I’d die. I’d simply combust right here and cease to exist. My breaths came in ragged pants and my hips bucked for more.
He gave it, and the tension that enveloped me built to a breaking point. “You’re right there, aren’t you, love?”
“Hudson.” It was barely a whisper as every muscle in my body tensed.
“Yes. So fucking mine,” he whispered, and the next stroke was all it took.
I shattered. Wave after wave of pleasure broke over me, each just as intense as the last, cresting again and again as I cried out, holding on to Hudson like he was the only thing keeping me tethered to the world.
He brushed a kiss over my lips as I came down, then withdrew his hand. “You’re stunning. A complete damn revelation. I could watch you come apart all day, every day, and never get bored.” His gaze raked over me in awe and I smiled.