Page 25 of Georgia-Blue & Hudson

She sits back a little but keeps her gaze on me. Pulling her bottom lip under, she bites down, only releasing it to say, “Oops, sorry.”

I stare at her. “Not funny.”

“I didn’t mean to.” Her eyes dip to my crotch, then she says, “Do you find me attractive, Hudson Nash?”

She’s never used both my names before like this, and I know it’s the alcohol talking.

“It’s no secret you’re a beautiful woman, Georgia-Blue,” I tell her honestly. “But why do you ask?”

“It’s just… Why don’t I have a plus one?—”

“You do. Me. Period.”

She draws her hands up to her face, pressing them to her cheeks. “So, is it a full service date?”

“I never said it was a date.”Full service?

“A plus one is the same thing! I bet I can show you some dance moves, Huds. You’d be surprised what I can do with these hips.”

“I’m sure you can do plenty,” I mutter.

“Thank you,” she says, even though it wasn’t a compliment. I look ahead, then turn just as I see her leaning across toward me. Then her lips are on mine for a brief peck and I freeze in my seat, my heart racing in my chest.

“Georgia.” My voice is strained as I pull back.

“I was going in for a cheek kiss, you moved your head!”

Her lips.Fuck me.

She pouts when she realizes I’m not going to reciprocate. Man, it’s not because I don’t want her. Right now, my head is buzzing and so is she. I won’t take advantage of her like this. I cup her cheek because I don’t want to upset her. “You’re much too pure for someone like me,” I say.

“Too pure?” she whispers. “Is that what you’re calling it now?”

“It’s the truth.” Her face is so close to mine. The heat between us, even through all the jokes and jibes, I feel it deep in my chest. It’s something we haven’t experienced before. At least, I haven’t.

She leans in again and kisses me on the cheek this time, her hot lips pressing into my skin. “Look at me, Huds.”

I turn my head once more and she lifts up and presses her lips to my forehead. “If you’re going to be my perfect date-plus-one, you’d better get used to having a little fun. You need to let loose a little and not be so serious.”

“Thanks for the tip.”

She sits back in her seat and reaches for her purse. “Thanks for the ride.”

I run a hand over my face. “Get on inside.”

“I’ll text you about teeing up flights for Florida.”

Can’t wait.

“Georgia,” I say. She turns her head, her eyes flick back to mine.

I watch her in those cute overalls as she pulls at the door handle but it doesn’t move. It’s an older truck so it does stick sometimes. She tries again but no luck.

“You locking me in?” she drawls over her shoulder. I lean over and tug the lock free, but it takes a couple of goes. She turns toward me before I pull myself back to my seat. I need to fucking let go of the handle. But I don’t. My hand stays there. My eyes stay on her, and my cock is literally throbbing.Do not fucking look down.

“Huds,” she whispers.

I close my eyes and commit her heavenly scent to my memory bank. I shouldn’t be doing any of this with Gray’s fucking sister. I know it. But I can’t seem to pull my body back to my seat. Especially when she holds onto my arms, grabbing my biceps for dear life. “Blue Belle, we can’t?—”

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