Page 67 of Georgia-Blue & Hudson

“Because once I have a taste of you,Blue Belle,there’s no goin’ back.”

We stare at each other for one long moment. It doesn’t even cross my mind to back down. I want this. I want this more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.

I reach for his belt buckle. “So taste me, Hudson Nash. Show me what I’ve been missing out on all these years.”

He groans when my fingers brush his cock through his pants and my mouth waters at the thought of seeing him naked. He shakes his head. “No, you don’t. You don’t get to take charge, not yet anyway.”

“Already gettin’ bossy,GP. I think I like you better on the dance floor.”

He grins against my mouth. “This bedroom is our dance floor now, shortie.”

I groan when his lips find mine and since I can’t get his damned belt buckle undone, I palm his cock instead. He jolts in my hand and my eyes snap open.

“Did you just…”

He presses his forehead against mine. “Better slow this down. Wasn’t lyin’ when I said it’s been a while. Sit on the bed, spread your knees.”

My cheeks flush at his command.

Oh. My. Southern. Heart.

I gulp. “Bossy.” I turn and he smacks my ass. I yelp, secretly hoping that he will drag me over his lap after all. Maybe if I act bratty, he might just do that.

I pull my dress up to my thighs, ensuring it won’t rip, and I sit on the end of the bed facing him.

He undoes the cuff links to his shirt, his eyes on me. He’s dark. Predatory. And it’s so goddamn freaking hot. He rolls the cufflinks on the side table, then rolls up his sleeves.

“Shirt off, please.”.

His lips twitch. “You bein’ a brat already?”

“What if I am?”

“You really don’t wanna find out.”

I lick my lips. “Drag me across your lap, wasn’t it?”

“Georgia.”

I flutter my eyelashes. “I’ve been a bad girl, Huds. I played with myself the night after we kissed in the truck.”

He stops short, and when he says, “So did I,” I just about fall off the bed.

My eyes bulge. “You jerked off over me?”

He starts to unbutton his shirt, agonizingly slow, my eyes dancing all over his fine body. He’s in absolutely no hurry to get this over with. Yet here I am, salivating like a horny energizer bunny. “What if I did?”

I sit up a little taller. “So you did enjoy it?”

He laughs without humor. “Why would you think I didn’t enjoy it?”

I roll my eyes. I don’t want to sour the mood bringing Gray back up again, not when we’re just about to get naked. “You left.”

His shirt is open and he undoes his buckle to his pants and the top button, leaving it loose. He shrugs his shirt off and it lands on the floor.

I stare at his body in awe. This man is perfect.

“I left to try and save my soul.”

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