by KB Winters
I smirked, turning her to face me instead of the tacky room with the paint crumbling off the walls and the faded posters with the edges curling over. “If I recall, you’ve seen me in much less than a three-piece suit.”
She raised her finger to her chin and pretended to consider my words. Then, she grinned wickedly and laced her arms around my neck. “You know, I don’t think I remember that. You might need to remind me, Mr. Blake.”
I wrapped my arms around her, bringing her flush to my body. “I think that can be arranged.”
She tilted her chin up, her mouth so close to mine, I felt her breath on my lips. “How very generous of you.”
Then she leaned up on her toes and pressed her lips impatiently to mine.
Chapter 21
Mia
Hudson tasted even better than I remembered. His mouth slanted over mine, and his hands tunneled into my hair, settling at the nape of my neck.
He bit gently at my lower lip, sliding his tongue into my mouth when I gasped. My tongue welcomed his, stroking and dancing and savoring. His kiss ignited a fire in me.
We surged toward each other until a sheet of paper wouldn’t have fit between us. The feel of his body against mine was electrifying. My arms wound around his neck, desperately trying to get even closer to him.
The way he kissed me was different from the way he’d kissed me before, bringing our mouths together over and over again. He sucked at my lower lip gently, then plunged his tongue into me in a way that felt almost possessive. He made me feel consumed, yet desperate for more.
Every kiss I’d ever had paled in comparison to that one. Hell, it was like I was being kissed for the first time. I clung to him. My fingers dug into the muscles of his shoulders, and his hands moved to my ass. He lifted me against his impossibly hard torso and walked us over to the bed without breaking the kiss.
I whimpered when he laid me on the bed. My pussy clenched in anticipation. I arched against him and explored the ridges of his teeth with my tongue before he sucked at it.
His cock brushed against my stomach as he crawled onto the bed with me. He hissed, breaking our kiss and resting his forehead against mine.
His breath came in hot gasps against my swollen lips. He ground his hips against mine, a frisson of pleasure shooting up my spine at the friction on my clit. “You starting to remember anything yet?” he asked.
“I think it’s starting to come back to me,” I moaned, trying to continue playing coy. I failed. I needed him too badly. “Hudson.”
“I got you, baby,” he groaned, licking the shell of my ear. I shivered. God, he was too good at this.
His fingers played with the hem of my shirt, then he tugged it off. He sucked in a ragged breath at the sight of my lacy bra. My shirt fell from his fingers, landing on the floor next to his bed. Then he reached for the button on my jeans, rolling them from my hips and letting them join my shirt on the floor.
He sat back on the bed and gave me a long, slow once over, setting my skin on fire under his gaze.
He made me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world when he looked at me like that. It did things to me. I squirmed. He smiled knowingly.
“Patience baby. I’m not rushing it this time.” He tugged his shirt over his head and kicked off his jeans.
My mouth went dry. My breathing became ragged. He stood next to the bed in only his briefs, and he made for the most erotic sight I’d ever seen.
Suddenly, I agreed with him. I didn’t want to rush this either. I wanted to explore every ridge of his hard body and trace every line with my tongue.
I sat up and reached for him. He cocked a dark brow at me, but let me set the pace. I ran my palms over his chest and stomach. His muscles tightened under my touch. His body was so firm, so hard. But his skin was soft and warm. I ran my hands up over his shoulders and down his rock-hard biceps.
I drew a line with my hands down the sides of his rib cage and hooked my fingers into the waistband of his briefs. He sucked in a breath. I held my eyes pinned to his and took my time removing his boxer-briefs.
Once he was completely and beautifully naked, I allowed my gaze to drop. I surveyed every inch of him with my eyes, then my hands and fingers followed. I started at his chest and worked my way down.
I carefully avoided his erection, earning a groan from him when I passed it by. My fingers itched to touch him there, but I reminded myself it was my chance to properly explore him. If this was the only chance I got, I wanted to make it count.
While I caressed his entire body, my fingers traveled to the insides of his thighs and massaged him there. Tickling and tracing the muscles. I relished every groan, every sharp inhale. It was hard to believe I could affect Hudson Blake that way, that the man standing before me, his throat working and his muscles tight with restraint, was the same man that could bring people to their knees with a single look. The same man who dominated the boardroom and had the power put even the biggest celebrities on hold.
The rush I felt at the thought was intoxicating. It was a tingle shooting straight to my aching cunt. I couldn’t believe I could literally have him by the balls if I wanted. And I wanted. I cupped his heavy sack in my hands, watching in awe when his face changed as I massaged it with my fingertips.
I started soft and slow, then increased my pressure and speed, guided by his facial expressions and the ridiculously sexy sounds he was making. His breathing changed every time I sped up. Hudson started rocking back and forth, pushing his pelvis forward. “Fuck, Mia.”
His thighs started shaking, and the muscles in his stomach tensed. His cock was fully erect, the head a dark purple with a small amount of liquid starting to leak from the tip. The ache inside me rose to almost painful levels. My clit throbbed from seeing the evidence of his need. For me. Because of me.
Hudson was breathing hard. Beads of sweat covered his brow and his chest. Every muscle in his body flexed tightly, and his jaw twitched. I stroked the entire length of his cock, wrapping one hand around its base. I repeated the motion once, twice.
Then he groaned and grabbed my wrists, holding them still.
“No more,” he bit out, his voice raspy and thick with desire. He swallowed, breathing heavily. Then gently pushed my shoulders to the bed, grinning devilishly. “My turn.”
He climbed onto the bed with me and straddled me. He held my wrists, and he raised them above my head. Then he leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Keep those busy hands of yours right there, or I’ll tie them up myself.”
The thought of him tying me down was exciting. Then, he kissed me. Deeply. Then sat back to admire me. I took the opportunity to drink in the sight of his delicious cock. The way he straddled me displayed him in all his glory.
I wriggled underneath him, trying to arch my hips. He broke our kiss and spoke against my lips. “Nope, taking our time, remember? You got to explore, to tease. My turn.”
He nuzzled my neck, planting soft kisses on my skin. He shifted, licking a line from the hollow of my neck to my breastbone. Then he traced the outline of the cups of my bra with his tongue. My nipples hardened to peaks, and he hadn’t even touched them yet.
The feathery touch of his fingers on my ribs and the light feel of his tongue on the fleshy parts of my breasts brought goose bumps to my skin. I shivered with pleasure.
He reached behind me to unhook the clasp of my bra, looking into my eyes as he slowly pulled it off. He pushed the straps from my shoulders, then let the bra fall to the floor so my upper body was fully exposed.
He finally broke our eye contact to let his gaze roam over my breasts and abdomen. His eyes wandered over my breasts, and he licked his lips. My breathing hitched. He reached up to caress my nipples, then leaned down to kiss the tops of my breasts.
A low moan fell from my lips when he circled a nipple with his tongue, then flicked over it. He repeated the motion with the other. Then he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked, lightly at first, but he quickly increased the pressure. I cried out, and
my back arched.
His deftly rolled my other nipple in his fingers and moved his hips against mine, grinding his cock against my core. I could feel his heat through my lacy panties.
My body felt warm. My skin was more sensitive. My breathing deepened to a pant. What felt like electrical impulses were being sent from my throbbing clit to the rest of my body. I wound my hands into Hudson’s hair, no longer able to keep them above my head.
He teased me mercilessly. I moaned, arching my body into his mouth. Finally, when I couldn’t take it anymore, I tried to pull away.
He released my nipple and grinned up at me from my chest, his voice low. “I fucking love how responsive you are.”
“Hudson,” I breathed. “Please.”
He propped himself up on one elbow and met my gaze. His were eyes dark with lust. “Please what?”
“I need to feel you,” I begged. “Just please, Hudson.”
“You want me to make you come?” he teased, his fingers inching up my thigh. So close to where I ached for him. He traced the outline of my panties. I moaned and begged with words even I didn’t understand.
“Yes,” I cried, finally able to form the word I needed most.
He reached for my panties and pulled them off, breathing hard as he raked his eyes over my naked body.
“I still love that fucking tattoo,” he remarked, shifting to position himself between my legs. “It’s so sexy, baby.”
“Hudson,” I moaned.
“I told you, babe, I got you.” He met my eyes, then thrust into me in one swift motion. We both cried out when he slid home.
He moved his hips in slow, measured thrusts that quickly became my undoing. My breathing sped up. His thumb found my clit, and he pressed down on it with just the right amount of pressure. My entire body shook with uncontrollable pleasure as Hudson brought me to a powerful orgasm.
I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him with everything I had in me, then watched and listened with fascination as he finished after me. He collapsed onto my chest a few moments later, breathing hard against my ear.
We stayed like that for a few minutes, before he rolled onto his back and brought me with him. I rested my head on his chest, listening as the rhythm of his heart slowed to its natural pace. Hudson’s hand stroked lazy circles on my back, twining the fingers of his free hand with mine where they rested on his taut stomach.
My thoughts regrouped from where they’d scattered under his touch. “You know Hudson, you may not be out of options.”
“Hmm?” His eyes had drifted closed, but he cracked one open and peered down at me. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that you may have one option of coming back to America,” I whispered, bringing his palm to mine and planting a soft kiss on it.
Chapter 22
Hudson
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked for what had to be at least the tenth time since Mia had brought it up Saturday night.
She’d woken me at the ass crack of dawn on Monday morning and told me we had to get moving, tapping the screen of her phone to show me it could take hours for the license to be issued and ordered my “fine ass” out of bed. Her words. Not mine.
Humming her way through her morning routine, she fixed her hair in a neat bun and dressed in white jeans and a flowing top, shrugging when I told her we could wait at least another day and find her something more appropriate to wear.
I followed her lead, dressing in dark jeans and a black button up shirt.
It felt surreal, standing on the steps of the municipal hall wearing jeans and carrying a marriage license.
Mia reached up and cupped my cheek. Her thumb traced the outline of my jaw, and she stared into my eyes like she could see all the way to my soul. Then she slapped my ass lightly and flashed me a smile.
“No, I’m not sure I want to do this,” she said. “I dragged you out of bed, made you wait in line for the license to be issued, and filled out the paperwork because I think this idea is crazy town, and I’m not going through with it.”
“This is a big deal for you, Mia.” My hands dug into her hips, and my gaze burned into hers. “What about your family?”
The playful expression slipped from her face. Fear ran up my spine. This was my one chance. My last chance, and I’d walked away from her once. I had to be sure she was ready. Especially now that I knew her. “We’ll deal with them when the time comes.”
Her tone was insistent, final. Her eyes determined. I took it as a good sign that she stayed in the circle of my arms, resting her head against my chest.
“Hey, you’re not getting any arguments from me, I just need to be sure that you are.” I lowered my head, pressing a kiss to her hair.
She drew away from me slightly, turning her eyes towards mine again. “I’m sure, Hudson. I want to do this.”
“Why?” I needed to understand. We’d had mind blowing sex twice, and even I had to admit there was plenty of chemistry between us, but that couldn’t be enough.
Sure, I felt things for her I needed to make sense of, but I knew marriage meant something to her that it had never meant to me.
“Why?” She tilted her head at me like I was an idiot. “I want you to come back to America with me. I want to help you, Hudson. This is how I can help you.”
“You’re willing to risk the wrath of your family, of the United States government, to help me?” I asked, my tone incredulous.
“Yes, I am. Besides, you spoke to agent Benson earlier, right?”
“You know I did,” I confirmed.
“So, I’m not risking the wrath of the government.” She rolled her eyes. “As for my family, they’ll have to deal with it. This is my choice. Helping you is my choice.”
I tightened my arms around her and crushed her in a hug. I tried to pour everything I felt into that hug, even if I didn’t know exactly what those feelings were.
“Woah there, Mr. Blake. I assume you want your bride alive.” She wheezed, laughing.
“That would be preferable.” I grinned, taking her hand in mine and leading her to the justice of the peace that would be tying our fates together.
Mia beamed at me all through the short ceremony. Then she signed the paperwork with a flourish and jumped into my arms when the man pronounced us husband and wife, smacking a loud kiss on my lips.
I caught her, my hands digging into her thighs, and deepened the kiss. Our tongues danced and stroked and explored until someone started a slow clap behind us and a familiar laugh filled the air.
“Glad I was in time for the show,” Dakota said when we came up for air. I was thoroughly confused by his presence.
“Kota,” Mia exclaimed. “You came!”
“Of course, I did. It’s not every day your big brother ties the knot.” He grinned and pulled Mia in for a quick hug once I set her down. “Or that you gain a sister.”
“Thanks for coming, Kota,” I said, surprising myself when I found I meant it.
“Someone had to be here to witness the great playboy Hudson Blake getting tied down,” he said solemnly, mischief in his eyes. I was grateful he didn’t mention anything about the reason why we’d tied said knot.
There was pure joy in Mia’s eyes. It was the same strange elation I felt in my gut, and I didn’t want anything ruining the moment. I tugged Mia closer me and dropped a kiss on her head. “Agent Benson said it could take a day or so before we can head back. You two want to go celebrate?”
Mia wrapped an arm around my waist and hugged her agreement.
Dakota shrugged. “I didn’t take the day off to watch you two make out and fill out paperwork for five seconds.”
On the way out of the building, Dakota ordered us to a stop, insisting we needed at least one photograph of the momentous occasion.
I grabbed Mia’s hand and wrapped an arm around her, dipping her low and kissing her neck. “Thank you, Mia.”
She smiled at me. “You got it, Mr. Blake.”
“You’re the best, Mrs
. Blake.” I returned her smile.
“Perfect,” Dakota yelled. I’d forgotten about the photo, though it looked great.
Mia’s brand-new ring shone on her left finger. We’d picked it out together on the way over to City Hall, and while I wanted big and obnoxious, she opted for small and intricately designed.
My own ring felt heavy and unfamiliar on my hand, more so since I’d never worn a ring in my life. Mia assured me I’d get used to it, and Dakota said real men wore their wedding rings with pride. Like he even knew.
I wasn’t sure I believed either of them, but I was in no position or frame of mind to argue.
Dakota took us out to celebrate, snapping pictures and buying shots and food. By the time we got home, Mia collapsed in bed, and I thanked Kota before joining her.
***
Later that week, we received the all-clear from agent Benson, and I had the jet fueled up and waiting for us within a matter of hours.
The agent surprised me by saying he’d been rooting for us all along. He even called us two crazy kids that would be seeing a lot of him in the time to come, but he was happy for us.
“I’ve been to a lot of sham weddings in my time, but yours was the first I’d hoped would happen,” he’d said. “There’s just something about the two of you.”
I looked over at Mia’s sleeping form and agreed with him.
“God, it’s good to be home.” I breathed in the Portland air and squeezed Mia’s hand.
“It’s good to have you back, Hudson,” Mia agreed, smiling at me.
“Thanks in no small part to you, Mrs. Blake.”
“Just doing my part,” she said, as if she’d simply brought me coffee. She followed me to my favorite sports car I’d arranged to have waiting for us at the airstrip.
“You thought about how you want to handle this at the office?” I asked her, pointing the nose of the car toward the building. I was itching to get to the office. Thankfully, Mia felt the same way.
“Let’s play it by ear?” she suggested.
