Page 73 of The Art of You

“Don’t stop.” I decided to get out of my head and enjoy this moment. “But I’d very much like to get you off, too.”

“Not right now.” He nudged his nose against mine and kissed me. “Now, do what I said and move your hand.” He locked eyes with me, waiting for me to nod yes to his command.

I did as he requested, then arched my back to shift my PJ bottoms down to my thighs, creating less of a barrier between us.

“That’s my girl.” He brought his mouth over mine, and I moved my hips in circles while holding on to his arms, chasing relief only he could give me.

I neared my orgasm, desperate to feel this man inside me.

“One day. Just not now,” he gritted out, reading my thoughts, giving me hope with his promise there’d be another time.

And those words sent me over the edge.

Breathing hard, my stomach muscles clenched, and I let myself go and came.

I barely registered the sound of the door flying open, but Hudson went dead still on top of me.

“Wake up, we?—”

Constantine.

Because of course of all people to come in, never expecting for me to be here, it’d be him. Why didn’t I lock the freaking door?

“Fuck.” Constantine cursed again but in Italian, slamming the door shut.

At least we were mostly concealed by the comforter, but Hudson hung his head and swore as well before rolling off me.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered.

“Not your fault.” He lowered his legs to the floor and stood. The bulge in his briefs wasn’t close to being killed as he went for his sweatpants. “I chose to be reckless.” He’d kept his voice so low I barely heard him as I buttoned up my top.

Constantine knocked. “You decent?”

Still here? Really?I sat taller, clutching the bedding to my chest.

Hudson adjusted the waistband of his sweats, then faced the door, tearing a hand through his messy hair. He was still shirtless, but called out, “Yeah, you can come in.”

The hall was lit up behind my brother. His broad, muscular frame filled the doorway where he remained. He didn’t look at me and kept his attention on Hudson.

“It’s not what it looked like,” I stated quickly. “I didn’t want to be alone last night, and he was having a nightmare, and I?—”

My brother lifted his palm, a plea for me to stop talking as he swerved his gaze my way. “You’re both adults. I’m”—he scowled—“sorry I didn’t knockfirst.”

Okay, not the reaction I’d expected from the grump.

Constantine focused on Hudson, clearly not wanting to see his little sister in his best friend’s bed. “We have some possible news from Marc.”

“Something happen in Arlington?” Hudson picked up his shirt and held it at his side.

“Yeah, Clarke met with someone in a park at zero five hundred. Come down to the kitchen so we can fill you in before your dad arrives.”

Right.The governor would be showing up at seven a.m.

Constantine quietly left and closed the door without saying another word.

Hopping out of the bed, I went over to Hudson and offered to help him with his tee, but he stopped me from assisting.

“That didn’t really happen, did it?” he asked, brows drawn tight.

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