Page 36 of Accidentally Engaged

Sophie rounded the couch, her dress swaying around her knees, and stopped in front of me. “I don’t want to go home yet.”

The relief that washed through me was far more than what I should have felt. Quickly, I downed the entirety of my wine in one gulp before tossing the empty glass on the couch. “Perfect,” I mumbled, grabbing her face in my hands as I took a step toward her, and then another, forcing her backward until her spine was flush with the wall, her wide eyes staring up at me.

I couldn’t hold back for another second. Every inch of me needed to touch her, to feel her, to finish what we’d started the other day. My questions could wait.

I pressed my lips against her mouth, separating hers with my tongue. I wrapped an arm around her waist, forcing her back to arch, and gripped at the fabric as I shoved one knee between her own. She was too much, too dangerous, too tempting for me to restrain myself. I could hardly think with her around, could hardly pay attention to anything besides the shape of her lips, the curves of her body, the way she fell apart in my hands.

Here I was again giving in to her temptation, and I didn’t think twice about it.

Chapter 16

Sophie

Friday Night

Icould hear my heartbeat in my ears, the steady, quick drum of it the only sound other than our muffled breaths and the shifting of fabric. Hudson’s hand gripped the upper hem of the back of my dress, right between my shoulder blades. The feel of his skin against mine was otherworldly, the body heat emanating from his fingers alone enough to warm me so thoroughly I thought I’d never need the sun again.

“I’ll buy you a new dress,” he said through gritted teeth, his lips moving against my own.

“What?”

One swift tug and the fabric tore along the center seam, the back of it splitting open in two almost perfect halves. The rush of chilled air did nothing to calm the rising heat within me, and as he wrestled the cotton sundress from my arms and removed it entirely, the look on his face as he pulled back made me want to curl inside myself and die.

“Planning for this, were we?” He smirked, his gaze raking down my body.

I’d done the most ridiculous thing I could have thought of when I’d gotten ready earlier. I’d worn a white, skin tight teddy, lacy and frilly and strappy with all the bells and whistles. Lingerie.

“Did you want me to fuck you tonight, Sophia?” He asked in a raspy whisper, leaning back into me as he tossed my ruined dress onto the couch. “Were you hoping for it?”

I blinked up at him, my head foggy and needy, and uttered the only thing I could think of. “Yes.”

His laugh surprised me, dark and heavy as it was, and before I could react to it, his hands gripped my thighs. He lifted me up, forcing my legs around his waist, his fingers digging into the meat of my flesh. “You could have just asked,” he muttered, shifting me until he was holding my weight with one arm, his free hand wrapped in my hair. “Do you know what I would have said?”

“I imagine it would have been a yes—ah…” I grunted as he tugged my hair to the side, forcing my head in that direction and opening up my neck to him. His lips latched on, kissing and nipping at the sensitive flesh beneath my ear as he turned us.

“You clearly don’t know me very well, angel,” he mumbled against my skin, the air chilling the damp patches he left behind as he began to walk. “I would have said get on your fucking knees.”

A chill ran up my spine as we ascended the stairs, his footing solid despite my weight. I knew we were going straight to his bedroom, having done this dance with him before, and the excitement went straight to my core and down between my legs, dampening the patch of fabric that sat between me and his dress shirt. I hoped it didn’t leak through and ruin another one.

The smallest rush of sense hit me as he pushed open his bedroom doors. “Hudson,” I breathed, my nails digging into the skin of his back as I held on for dear life. “If we do this again, that has to be crossing some sort of line.”

“Don’t care,” he mumbled, his grip tightening. “Do you?”

Do I? I knew I wasn’t necessarily in my best frame of mind, it was hard to be when I was around him. But despite that, the pit in my stomach knew what it wanted. It wanted Hudson, it wanted this, and if I was being entirely truthful to myself, it wanted a hell of a lot more.

Slowly, Hudson released his grasp enough for me to slide down his form, my feet hitting the plush carpet in front of his bed.

I shook my head. “No,” I said, my voice too quiet. “I don’t care.”

My fingers found the buckle of his belt at the same moment that his lips found mine. He gripped the back of my head, his fingers knotted in my hair, and held me to him as he kissed me with enough force to sway my balance. His teeth nibbled at my lip, his kiss soothing the little ache it left behind, his breath mixing with my own, the taste of wine on our tongues delicious and sweet. I released the belt, tugging it through the loops as quickly as I could manage before starting on the button and fly.

Below my palm, I could feel how hard he was already. I slipped my hand between his slacks and boxers, his tucked-in shirt hanging loose, and wrapped my fingers around the length of him. I’d been yearning for him all week and I couldn’t wait to touch him.

Hudson groaned his pleasure as I squeezed gently, the tip of his cock pressing hard against his boxers, the smallest bit of sticky dampness deepening the gray of the fabric. I wanted to taste it. “Fuck, Sophia,” he grunted, his erection only growing from the small amount of friction.

I held the side of his hip with one hand as I slowly lowered myself to the floor, my knees settling into the soft carpet. His eyes went wide as he watched me, one hand working on his shirt buttons and the other still holding tightly to my hair. I tugged the hem of his boxers down, freeing the length of him, and wrapped my fingers around the base.

“You don’t have to?—”

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