Page 81 of Georgia-Blue & Hudson

I suck my stomach in a little, and head over the pool. I don’t dive, instead, I slide off the side, facing him, and then swim backward. I crook my finger, beckoning him to me. He obeys, sliding his sandals off — totally hot on him by the way — and in two seconds flat he’s diving over my head, splashing me, as I squeal.

His arms are around my waist before he surfaces and I shriek. When he comes up from under the water, he’s grinning.

“What do I get if I don’t dunk you under?”

“Hudson Nash, you wouldn’t dare!”

He cocks a brow. “Wouldn’t I?”

“No!” I protest, slapping his shoulder. “I mean it, I don’t want chlorine in my hair, it’ll dry it out.”

“Now who’s talkin’ like a little princess?”

I slide my hands up his biceps, enjoying the feel of his muscles. I can’t stand here because I’m too short, but he can. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. “You know you love it when I’m a brat.”

His fingers dig harder into my hips. “You’re so fuckin’ hard to resist.”

My heart flutters, my lips pressing against his. “I think they have a pool policy at this hotel,” I murmur. “No fucking in front of hotel guests.”

“Is that right?”

“Uh, huh.”

“What about the policy with indecent bikinis.”

“Hey, I could’ve gone topless. In fact, they have a nudist beach here somewhere…”

“Are you tryin’ to give me a heart attack?”

“No.” I kiss him gently, and he doesn’t pull back.

He moves us around in the water and I’ve never felt my heart constrict as much as it is right now.

Like I said, I’m good with vibes, and I’m not blowing my horn when I say that I know he’s into me. But I get this other thing from him and I can’t tell if it’s just wishful thinking, or if it’s really real.

There’s something between us. Something that I’m having a hard time imagining putting a lid on.

He just told me to keep things on the DL because someone from Stoney Creek might hear us, and here we are swimming around glued to each other like we’re the newlyweds. I love that he didn’t run away. That he didn’t tell me we can’t, even if he will as soon as we land back in Tennessee. That part I can’t think of right now. My new mantra for this year was to grab the bull by the horns and shake it. And goddamn am I shaking it.

“You’re beautiful, Georgia,” he whispers. “I don’t know how we’re gonna stop once we leave.”

It’s the most honest thing he’s ever said.

“Maybe we don’t have to.” The words are out before I can stop them.

I wait for it, but it never comes. He doesn’t tell me no, or we can’t, even though I’m a hundred percent certain just the sight of Grayson will make him head for the hills.

It’s my life. Not Grayson Bassetts. And he can’t dictate what we do. At the same point, Hudson may not want that. He might just want a holiday fling and to hold the trophy of having my virginity, not that it’s trophy worthy, but it was important to me.

No matter what, he’s changed how I feel about everything. Especially sex. I didn’t know it could be that good. I didn’t know that it was important to a man that you get off before him, and multiple times, like what Hudson did.

I will forever hold him on a pedestal, but in truth he earned every inch of it. All seven inches of him.

“You think too highly of me,” he mutters eventually.

“I do not, I’m teasing you half the time and trying to test your patience, remember?”

It’s like he doesn’t hear me. “You know we do have to stop when we get back.”

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