Page 65 of Georgia-Blue & Hudson

“It’s true!” I slap him on the chest. “I’m not even kiddin’, people do it!”

“Even you?”

“Okay, not me. I was just tryin’ to see you smile again.”

He sobers slightly. “Why, GB?”

I shrug. “I like it better when you smile.”

He swallows hard. “I should walk you to your room.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re right next door to me.”

“Move it. If I leave you out here, the wolves will descend.”

I smile, loving how protective he’s being. We’ve both had far too much to drink, but we’re notdrunkdrunk. I’d say we’re merry. And I’m also horny after dancing with him all night. He’s so freaking hot. His body is nothing short of amazing. His broad shoulders in that white shirt, and now that he’s removed the jacket, he looks a little less stiff and more like the Grumpy Pants I know. Except tonight he wasn’t grumpy at all. He’s been a different kind of man to the one I know.

I’ve never, in my entire life, seen Hudson Nash have a good time.

We danced. Laughed. Drank. Told stories. Laughed and danced again. It was like there was only the two of us in the world, and nobody else.

Maybe I’m romanticizing it, but maybe, just maybe, I’m also seeing it for what it is; that Hudson and I fit. I’ve always known it.

When I did my cards before I left, I turned over the lovers card. I joked with Autumn when I did her tarot cards before she got with my brother, and this card kept popping up.

I didn’t want to read too much into it, but they say the cards don’t lie, and when Hudson had his hands on my body, everything stopped. All that mattered was him. How he touched me. How he looked at me. How he was there, a big, solid man willing to step in and defend me. Sure, I can stand up for myself. With four older brothers, I’ve learned to speak up. But tonight was different. Tonight, we shared something special.

“I had a great time tonight,” I tell him. “And I wasn’t kiddin’ about the Raging Moose.”

“Yeah, yeah, keep yappin’,sweet cheeks.See how far it gets ya.”

Oh, it’s gonna happen. And I can’t wait to see the day when I do knock Hudson off that perch. It’ll be worth it just to see his face. Then I remember that comment earlier, about putting me over his lap for being a brat.A brat.Holy hell.

I never thought I’d ever enjoy being called a brat until he said it.

I want to play with fire. I want Hudson to be the one.

“So, about that brat comment.” I bite my lip.

“Georgia.”

“Hudson.”I mimic his deep voice. We stop at my door.

“It’s pumpkin time.”

I decide to stir things up with a fake yawn. “Well, it’s been fun, but I have to go back to my room and pleasure myself.”

His eyes meet mine and somehow they seem darker. “Princess.”

I run a finger down my clavicle, past my breasts. His eyes follow. “Goodnight, then.” I reach into my dress and pull out my fob, hidden under my breasts.

He watches, his eyes ablaze. “You kept that in there all night?”

I jiggle my breasts. “The girls gotta be good for somethin’.”

His eyes meet mine and I know he’s fighting an internal struggle. “Georgia.” He sounds pained.

I loop an arm around his neck, my mouth close to his ear. “I want it to be you, Hudson.”

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