Page 66 of Georgia-Blue & Hudson

His body stiffens, and when I pull back to look at his face, my core throbs. We’ve been back and forth all night, and the sexual tension between us is palpable. This is more than just us being tipsy and not knowing what we’re doing. We know exactly what we’re doing. “Stop temptin’ me.”

“No.”

He folds his arms across his chest and doesn’t take his glare off me. “I fucking made a promise to look after you. I can’t do that like this.”

“Like what?” I throw my hands up in the air.

“You know like what, don’t play coy with me. Nothing about you is innocent,Blue Belle.”

“What about my V-card?”

He sighs and runs a hand over his head.

“What?” I prompt. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Cat got nothin’”

“Maybe it’s a different pussy you’d like to be taming with that tongue.”

His lips part at my words, his eyes growing even darker. He wants me just as much as I want him, he just won’t give inbecause of my brother and some stupid promise. “Watch your mouth,” he warns.

“Oh, I’ll be watching it when I get back to my room. You can listen if you like.” I turn on my heel but then I feel Hudson’s hand on my arm. He spins me back to face him.

“You wanna dance,pretty girl?Or do you wannadance?”

My lips part. I run my hands up his chest, reveling in how hard his body is, loving every second that I get to touch him.

“I wannadance.” I reach up onto my tippy toes as he bends. Our lips meet and a strangled sound leaves my throat. He pushes me up against the door and I’m so lost in his kiss that I couldn’t care less if anyone sees us. I want this. I’ve never wanted anything so bad in all my life.

I feel his dick press into my stomach and I unashamedly grab his ass with one hand. He hisses, pushing against me as his tongue meets mine. I expect him to pull away, to tell me ‘we shouldn’t’ for the six hundredth time, but he doesn’t.

Instead, he takes the fob out of my hand and attempts to scan it on the door. Of course, he’s not looking and after several failed attempts, he curses. I laugh as he pulls away, presses the card against the plate, and finally the door clicks. He walks me backward after shoving the door open behind me. The look on his face only sends my butterflies dancing further.

There’s no more whining about him being my brother’s best friend.

No more we’re gonna cross a line and we can’t go back.

And definitely no more southern gentleman. When he cups my face and pushes me against the wall as the door closes, I swear to God I’m going to come just from that move alone.

“Tell me you know how beautiful you are,” he whispers.

I swallow hard, our lips a breath apart. If it’s what he wants to hear, I’ll chant Kumbaya in Latin. “I’m beautiful.”

“You’re too good for me.” His hand snakes down one side of my body, skating over my breast. I’m breathing so heavy I might have a damn heart attack.

“No.”

“Yes. But bein’ the selfish son-of-a-bitch that I am, I’m gonna do it anyway. I want you.”

It’s music to my ears. “I want you, too. I have for a while now.”

His eyes lift to meet mine. “Since when?”

I tap my nose. “Mind your business.”

His lip pulls up slightly. “Tell me no, and I will leave. Last chance.”

I pull my arms around his neck tighter. “Why would I do that?”

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