Page 52 of Georgia-Blue & Hudson

He surprises me by doing just that.

I watch in amazement as he kicks off his shoes and rips his t-shirt off over his head, tossing it down on the sand next to our beach towels we borrowed on our way past the pool. My eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets as he turns and I see confirmation of what I suspected underneath those clothes: a finely tuned and absolutely ripped body. It’s almost like his mid-section has been artfully sculptured. He also has tattoos skating up the sides of his ribs I never knew existed.

One side is dark with a swirling pattern design that wraps around his ribs and continues all the way up to his armpit.There’s an outline of a dark blue dragon weaving his way through to the top with a blast of fire artfully permeating from the dragon’s mouth. My eyes are glued to it as he walks toward me, reaching a muscled arm up to his head, and running a hand over his hair. The other side of his body appears softer somehow with the swirls shaped as feathers from his ribs to his armpit. The focal point is a timeless looking clock face, which looks like it’s from another era, situated at the bottom of his ribs. My eyes trail the intricate pattern of the blue and green feathers all theway up to his armpit where they stop at a large red rose at the top.

“What?” He interrupts my gaping with a tilt of his head when he stops in front of me. For once, I’m absolutely speechless and I hope he can’t see where my eyes are looking. Luckily I still have my shades on.

“Nothing. I just never knew you had those tatts.”

He smirks and pulls his sunglasses off, handing them to me as he walks right on by. Then he takes a few steps into the ocean and plunges straight under water. I watch him as he stays underneath the blue waves for a few seconds, then emerges into the white foam of the wave breaking and turns to look at me, flicking water from his eyes. “You coming in, Blue?”

My mouth must be hanging open, in fact I’m sure of it. But I quickly recover and take a few steps back to the pool towels. I slide my hat off and reach for the hem of my dress, pulling it up over my head. I drop everything down on my towel, keeping mysunglasses on and tying my hair up into a bun, as I look toward where Hudson is just bobbing in the water waiting for me.

I try my best to keep my head high as I walk toward the ocean where he’s still watching me. I’m not worried or self-conscious about him looking at my body, not that he is, but I work out so I know I’m in good shape.

I was really flat chested growing up and I didn’t have a lot of confidence. But when I finally blossomed to a D-cup, it really helped with my self-esteem.

I wonder what Hudson thinks of them now that they’re popping out of my bikini, but as I glance over to him making my way into the water, he dives back in again and disappears. When he emerges, feet from me, he flicks the water out of his eyes again and looks up at me. His dark pupils are shining and I seesomething in Huds I’ve not seen for a long time. Calmness?Is Hudson relaxed?

“You were right, the water is amazing,” he says.

I’m glad he doesn’t try to splash me as I lower my body in and dunk my shoulders under water, trying to adjust to the coolness. “Did you just say I’m right?”

There’s that smirk again; not quite a smile, but I’ll take it. “First time for everything, huh?”

I part my lips to respond but close them again.

“Did you put sunblock on?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I say. “I’d be burnt to a crisp otherwise.” It’s early afternoon, but I didn’t want to take any chances.

“We really should go eat something,” he says.

We swim toward the shoreline and both lay low in the water as the waves gently lap over us. I sit up with a little bounce as he lays there like a turtle and I swear to God I finally see his eyes dip down to my chest. I was beginning to think my little hot pink polka dot bikini had no effect on him. And I don’t really know if it does now, but I did just catch him looking.

I have a vision in my brain, something absurd but it’s nibbling away at me; I have the immediate urge to pull the strings of my bikini top loose, letting my breasts pop out so he can see them. I would give anything to see his reaction to seeing me semi-naked.

What a weird thought to have. Just because we’re enjoying the beach and having a good time, and Hudson isn’t being his usual broody self, is no reason for my brain to go running off into lala-land with its own thoughts.

I would never strip in public either. Especially with so many people on the beach, or in front of Hudson; a man who has repeatedly said kissing me was a mistake. But I’d still love him to caress my body. I can’t help but wonder what it would be like.

Would he have a soft touch? Or would he be the rough and ready type that I’d expect him to be?

What would those hot lips feel like kissing my breasts and teasing my nipples, pulling them and using his tongue to flick them back and forth while he rode me to orgasm? I’d love to see them bouncing in his face while he lapped it up.

I squirm uncomfortably as I look down at him from the shoreline, wanting some relief as my nipples pebble in my bikini top.

“You ready?” I ask.

He glances up at me, blinking as he swipes a hand over his face. “In a second, you go ahead.”

It’s probably a good idea to give myself some space before my thoughts run rampant again. One thing I know for sure is that his body shouldn't look like this at thirty-eight.

It’s better than any body I’ve ever seen of men in their twenties.

Jesus, Hudson. What the hell have you been hiding under there?

I reach for my towel, aware he’s probably watching me and make more of a show of drying myself, jostling the towel over my breasts as my hands cup over them. The friction actually feels good for a moment but it’s obviously not enough.

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