But things are different now.
So different.
We’ve grown incredibly close, talking all day long about everything and anything. He’s become my person in life—the person I told about my past, and who I trust. What started out as lust between us quickly morphed into something more, especially with how much time we spend together on a daily basis.
It’s been impossible not to form a bond.
If I really want to see where things go between us, I have to push these worries and fears aside and take that leap into his world. Since it’s a part of him, it’s either all of it or nothing at all.
And the thought of not having him, of not being with him, hurts too much.
I’m glad he gave me a moment to ponder over it, already knowing I can slip into my own mind sometimes. “I’d love to come with you.”
“Perfect.” He looks satisfied and happy, which makes me happy too.
What makes this moment even better is our next kiss.
It’s filled with emotions, with promises, pulling me immediately under his spell, my whole focus shifting in an instant.
When we part, I do something that is very atypical for me yet feels entirely right—I get up from the couch and walk over to the fireplace with slow, deliberate footsteps.
I find his eyes on me, as I expected them to be, when I turn back around to look at him. Slowly unbuttoning my cardigan, I keep my gaze on his as I undo button for button.
“What are you doing?” Hudson’s voice sounds hoarse, like he’s having a hard time getting the words out.
With my cardigan now completely undone, I start sliding it down my shoulders, almost painfully slow. “I believe you promised me a make-out session in front of the fireplace, didn’t you?”
Like he has no time to waste, he jumps up from the couch and walks over to me, a predatory gleam in his eyes.
At that moment, I’m absolutely convinced this is going to be one of the best nights of my life, and nothing can ever take that away from me.
Thirty-Two
When I drop my cardigan to the floor, Hudson’s eyes stay glued to my chest and the tight tank top I’m wearing. After an audible gulp, his gaze moves up to my face, his eyes blazing with unfiltered lust.
My chest is rising and falling rapidly when he steps closer. To my utter dismay, he stops a foot away when all I want are his hands on me.
He exhales loudly. “Dang, Charlie. You’re driving me absolutely insane.”
A big smile spreads across my face, and I can’t help but grab a handful of his T-shirt to pull him closer. “I’m glad because you’re doing the same to me.” My lips feel suddenly dry, and I wet them with my tongue, my focus shifting down to his mouth.
The last bit of his self-control snaps as his hands find their way into my hair, his body pushing against me.
His body. I don’t think I can ever get enough of it.
I feel him everywhere as we touch from our toes all the way up to our noses. His lips are devouring mine, his tongue so skilled, I’m afraid I’ll start swaying soon. I’m mesmerized, absolutely enthralled. My skin is tingling everywhere, almost like I just received a shock that’s still buzzing through my system.
His lips are relentless, sucking on mine in a way that is so sexy, I want to push him to the floor right this second to have my way with him.
On second thought, he might not even mind.
Our breaths are erratic when we both gasp for air a moment later.
His hand rubs up and over my shoulder before going down my back and to my butt. He squeezes it hard, pulling me into his pelvis.
Oh. My. Goodness.
A sudden panic rushes over me that I won’t be good enough for him. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, and even then, I never did anything adventurous either.
What if I suck at this? And I don’t mean that literally.
As if he knows exactly how close I am to freaking out, he moves his hands back up to my face, kissing me with a tenderness that makes my heart sigh in pure happiness. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against mine, his hands still cradling my face. “I hope you know I’d never push you. All you have to do is tell me what you want, and I’ll enjoy every second of whatever you’re willing to give.”
It’s undeniable this man has a direct connection to my heart, his words sinking in so deeply, I’m starting to believe they’ll forever be imprinted there. “I want you. All of you. Every last bit.”
His chuckle makes me grin, and I love that things with him are so easy. He’s direct, and has been nothing but honest and genuine so far. No games, no lies. Just him being him.
“I’m glad to hear that because I’m dying to finally have all of you too.” Rubbing his nose up and down mine, he leans in for a deep kiss.
My hands have a mind of their own, running back through his hair and tugging him so close to me I’ve lost track of where I end and he starts.
I’m starting to get impatient and somehow manage to pull my top over my head without stopping the kiss for more than three seconds.
But it’s still not enough.
I need more, so much more.
Tugging on the hem of his shirt, I try and pull it up as far as I can without breaking our contact. He chuckles against my lips, clearly amused by my frenzied movements and my obvious desperation.
Once his shirt is off, I take a moment and marvel at the sight. No matter how often I see his naked skin, I still enjoy the view as much as I did the first time. I reach out, my fingers raking up and down his chest and stomach before I dig them into his skin, tantalizingly slow.
His hands are by his sides, twitching slightly in response, and I wonder if he’s itching to touch me too.
My black lace bra suddenly feels too tight under his gaze, and my breasts ache for him, heaving up and down with my already quickened breath.
“You’re so beautiful.” His hands finally move up my arms and down the sides of my body, and I sigh in relief.
Shivering under his touch, I watch as his fingers slowly make their way up my stomach before they pause just under my bra. He traces the outline underneath my breasts, and my breath hitches in anticipation.
“Hudson, please.” The whimper comes out of my mouth with such desperation, I’m surprised I haven’t spontaneously combusted yet.
Looking into my eyes, I wonder if he sees the same fiery blaze in mine that I see in his. “Please what, Charlie?”
“Touch me. I... I need you to touch me.”
If he’s surprised about my directness, that makes two of us, but I’m so lost in this tension between us, I’m not above begging anymore.
Thankfully, he’s only too happy to oblige, moving his hands up to cup my breasts through the bra. My eyes close on their own accord at the exquisite sensation that only intensifies as he brushes his thumbs over my taut nipples.
My head rolls around on my shoulders, and a tiny moan escapes my lips. “I need more.”
I want to protest when his hands leave my chest, but thankfully, he only moves them to my back, releasing the clasp of my bra.
The sudden rush of air makes my nipples pucker up even more when my bra falls to the floor.
Hudson pulls me close, and I revel in the feel of my naked breasts pressed against his naked chest. It’s impeccable but still not enough. Not even close.
Our mouths find each other and just like that, we’re lost again. Soon, our hands join the craziness, moving around our bodies almost carelessly, like we can’t touch enough skin fast enough.
A big breath of air escapes him when he slowly pulls back from me, trailing kisses down my neck, to my collarbone, and finally making it to my heavy breasts. He nibbles on my skin until he finds his way to my nipple—sucking and biting before soothing it with his tongue.
My back arches of its own volition, pressing my chest into him because it’s never enough.
Never. Enough.
The feeling is so strong my knees wobble, and a string of words comes out
of my mouth, even though I have no idea what I’m actually saying.
When I can’t take it any longer, I reach for his jeans, fumbling around for the button.
He snatches my hands and pulls them away from his pants. “Should we go over to the bed?”
Looking up at him, it takes me a moment to snap out of the haze I’m in and for his words to sink in. I pout for a moment before shaking my head. “No. Let’s just stay right here. The rug looks perfectly fine to me.”
Wiggling his eyebrows, he smirks at me. “You’re turning into a little sex kitten. I like it.”
Pulling my lower lip into my mouth, I still feel little bouts of uncertainty course through me, but I try to ignore them as much as possible.
Instead, I try to focus on everything that’s going on between us, like the rest of our clothes. There’s way too many of them.
I point at his jeans. “Time to get rid of these.”
“Not sure that’s such a good idea right now.” He chuckles and pulls my hand up to his mouth. “I wasn’t kidding earlier. I do feel like a teenager when I’m around you, and I really don’t want to end the party too early.”
My eyes go wide for a moment before the ever-telling heat rushes into my cheeks.
“But”—the smirk he gives me is so naughty my whole body almost vibrates in anticipation—“I can help you with your pants.”
I gulp. “Okay.” That’s all I manage to say, and it’s all the invitation Hudson needs.
His hands are frantic, pulling at the top of my black pants. He releases a groan of appreciation when he finally manages to slide them down my legs.
Stepping out of them, I almost lose my balance when he unexpectedly starts kissing his way up my legs—not stopping until he makes it to my black lace panties.
After a kiss through the soft material, he stands back up, his lips on mine in a nanosecond. His mouth ravishes mine, swallowing a loud moan when he starts rubbing my most sensitive parts through my underwear with his fingers.
My body has a sudden mind of its own, rhythmically moving against his hand, fixated on pushing this ecstasy that has taken every inch of me to a whole new level.
When he pulls the small piece of material to the side and comes in contact with my bare skin, I have to hold on to him for dear life. The groan that escapes his lips is so sexy I’m not sure how much longer I can take it. His attention is back on my sensitive nub before he seems to get impatient, inserting a finger inside of me.
“Yes! Just like that.” My voice sounds as impatient as I feel, my movements getting more desperate by the second, racing this electric current that’s getting stronger and stronger the more time passes.
His free hand moves up to my breast, squeezing it while his fingers keep exploring and working me so expertly, I want to cry out.
The pressure is getting intense until I can’t take it any longer. “Oh gosh, I’m going to—”
My insides tighten around his fingers before I even have a chance to finish the sentence, not that he would have missed my moans anyway.
When I open my eyes again, I’m not sure what to expect. Having him touch me like this is still new, making me feel extremely exposed, not only to his touch but also to his reaction.
All is well in my world—pretty much perfect right this second—when I see the big, satisfied grin on his face. The look he gives me is so intense a renewed excitement starts to tingle in my lower belly.
“I want to make you feel good too.” The words are barely loud enough for Hudson to hear.
“Later, sweetheart. Right now, I just want to be inside of you.”
He doesn’t give me time to react to his statement before he pulls down his pants, boxer briefs included. Even though we took a bath together last night, he was quick to wrap a towel around his hips when we were done. To my utter dismay, he tucked me into bed right after, telling me I needed all the sleep I could get.
Now I understand why, as I openly stare at his lower body.
To say I’m impressed doesn’t even cover it.
“Do you like what you see?” His confidence apparently knows no boundaries as he takes himself in his hand, stroking once, twice.
Instead of blushing a profuse shade of red, I laugh. He keeps surprising me in the most entertaining way, and I love it. “Of course I do, silly. How can I not like it?”
Spurred on by his grin—complete with dimples—I push down my own underwear and let it drop to the ground. Taking a step toward him, I put my hands on his chest. “And just so we’re clear, I want all of you.”
“Yeah?”
I put a finger on his lips, and he slips his tongue out to lick it.
Gasping at the unexpected contact, I tell him the truth. “I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life.”
“Thank goodness.” His lips are back on mine while he lowers both of us slowly to the rug. “One second.” He gets up quickly to snatch some pillows from the couch and protection from his pants.
After getting my fill of watching his glorious butt move around the room, he places the pillows under my head and back. Then he lies down next to me, exploring my whole body some more with his hands and his mouth until I’m ready to explode from all the tension.
“Now, Hudson, I can’t wait for another second.”
My raspy voice probably screams of desperation, but I couldn’t care less.
After rolling on the condom, he settles himself between my spread legs, his gaze solely focused on mine.
He eases himself slowly inside me, and we both moan and groan simultaneously. Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I wrap my legs around his back, urging him on with my movements. Before I know it, we’ve settled into a rapid pace, neither of us having any patience left to draw this out even a moment longer.
My next orgasm is right around the corner, the buzzing already so strong I’m almost afraid to go over the edge.
“Come for me, sweetheart.” His hand moves between us, rubbing me until I’m a goner.
I explode around him, pushing him right over the edge with me as I experience the most intense orgasm of my life.
Without warning, Hudson collapses on top of me while we try to get our frenzied breathing under control.
As he nestles into my neck, his low voice tickles my sensitive skin. “I’ll get right off you. I just need a minute.”
Laughing, I squeeze his butt lazily. “Don’t you dare. I like having you here.”
He turns his face my way, our gazes locking. “What am I supposed to do with you?”
“I have an idea or two. Maybe more.”
“I bet you do.” He brushes a strand of hair out of my face and places a kiss on my nose. “And trust me, I want to hear about every single one of them.”
We stay there for another few minutes, waiting for our hearts to slow down before starting all over again.
I don’t think the high from all of this will wear off anytime soon, but I’m more than okay with that.
Thirty-Three
“Gosh, I could just eat you up. Look at you and those cheeks of yours. Charlie, have you seen her cheeks?” Hudson is sitting on a stool in the bakery, Mirabelle perched on the big working table in front of him. He has his arms around her like a cage, making sure she’s safe while they’re playing together.
Since the bakery opening is getting closer, the three of us spend as much time together here as possible, even though I have to be honest and admit that my mind hasn’t been as much on the bakery lately as it used to be. What was once my sole focus—besides Mira, of course—has quickly given way to Hudson, and the rest of his family too.
I’m still extremely excited about the opening, but now I know it won’t be responsible for most of my happiness. Others things—or rather, people—have snuck into my life, mixing up my priority list a little. I quickly realized there’s nothing wrong with that, though. Now I’ll be able to enjoy both my business and everyone that has come to mean so much to me in my life.
Hud
son’s looking at me expectantly, and I have to chuckle. “Mmm, let me think. I might have noticed those cute cheeks a time or two, silly.”
“Listen to your mama, Mira. She’s being all sassy since we’ve, you know, done some grown-up stuff.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me, and I gasp.
If it wasn’t for Mira being right in front of him, I’d have thrown something at him.
“Would you stop it already?” I giggle and walk over to him, squeezing his arm, though I’m not sure if that’s supposed to be punishment for him or enjoyment for me. I know I’d be mighty fine feeling his muscles all day long. “You can’t keep making those remarks all the time.”
He looks at me like I just told him I lost his favorite toy. “What? Why not? I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
I give him a look I hope conveys all the happy feelings that are coursing through me whenever he’s around, or when I think of him. “Maybe try a more subtle way? Not everyone needs to know what we do behind closed doors, you know?”
“Or against a tree.”
This time, I almost choke on my own spit. “I can’t believe you, you’re incorrigible.” I grip his arm with some more force now, but am unable to hold back a chuckle.
He’s laughing loudly, clearly enjoying this little game of his. “You know I’m just kidding. I’ll keep the details to myself, don’t you worry. I’m way too selfish to share you with anyone, in any way. Although, I do hope I can tell the whole world about how awesome you are at some point—how awesome you both are.”
I lean back against the table next to Mirabelle. “You really want to do that? That’s kind of a big deal.”
Apparently, Mirabelle likes having us both so close. She’s giggling and swinging her little toys around, hitting Hudson with them more often than not. As always, he’s a good sport about it.
Lucky us.
Hoisting her up on his arm, he stands up to get closer to me. “You bet I do. I’ll zip it for the public, for now, but in no way will I back away from you in our normal life, now that I finally got you. I want to be with you whenever I can and not worry about the media possibly seeing us. Can you handle that?”
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