Page 16 of When We Dare

My sweater had ridden up around my waist and the counter was cool against my belly. I was still wearing my skirt from work, which was maybe ridiculous, but I liked to dress nicely. It was a holdover from never having the chance to do that often when I was younger. Even though it was winter, my thighs were bare because the skirt came all the way down to the tops of my boots.

Hudson’s hands smoothed down the sides of my hips, and I felt one curling around the hem of my skirt followed by the brush of his knuckles as he dragged my skirt up.

“Oh, I like these hearts,” he murmured.

My panties were pink with white hearts scattered all over them. If this had been anyone other than Hudson, I would’ve felt a little self-conscious. With him, I didn’t. He draped my skirt just at the top of my waist. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning when I felt his fingers drag over wet cotton between my thighs.

He teased me with subtle touches until I broke, whispering, “Please…”

“Can I touch you?” he asked.

“Yes…” I gasped.

It felt like forever before he pushed the cotton to the side and teased his fingers into my folds. I was dripping, so wet forhim. I almost came the instant he sank one finger inside of me. I whimpered, pushing my bottom back.

A second finger joined the first, and he began pumping in and out of me slowly. I had never felt like this before. Oh, I had plenty of orgasms. I had an excellent vibrator.

Yet, this intense need for someone else to be present for my pleasure unfurling was intoxicating. He fucked me slowly with his fingers, stretching me a little bit. He reached around to the front with his other hand. My clit was so swollen I could feel it pushing out. He teased around it with the flat of his fingers.

“Please…hurry…” My words came out in broken pants.

I was whimpering and begging. When he sank his fingers inside once more and gave me just a little more pressure over my clit, I cried out sharply, shuddering all over as my fingers flexed against the counter. The surface of the counter was cool against my cheek when I turned my head to the side, resting there as I tried to catch my breath.

Hudson was quiet for a moment before he slowly withdrew his fingers, carefully put my panties back into place, and pulled my skirt back down over my hips. Another moment later, he helped me straighten and turn.

I didn’t know what I expected when I finally gathered the courage to look into his eyes, but it wasn’t the shocked look there. We stared at each other. While I felt raw and stripped bare from having him bring me to a climax so swiftly, he looked simply stunned.

“Are you okay?” I asked, genuinely wondering.

His throat worked as he swallowed before saying, “Yes.”

I wanted more. Right then and there.

Somehow, I knew he wasn’t ready for that.

Chapter Twelve

HUDSON

A few days later

Are you okay?Stella had asked, her gaze searching mine.

I was absolutely not okay.

I’d known since I laid eyes on Stella that she was cute. But this wasn’t about cute. She’d tossed a little silk lasso around my heart and cinched it tight.

All this time, I was trying to convince myself it was just a little extra chemistry, to give it time and it would fade.

I had plenty of reasons why I avoided romance.

I was still relieved I’d somehow gotten my life on a good path after my disaster of adolescence. My good angels liked to believe that if it hadn’t been for my father, I never would’ve gotten in trouble in high school. While that was partially true, I also knew there was a darker side. The little devil on my shoulder had enjoyed the fun of it, of trying to get away with things, of trying to bend the rules. All it had taken was a good dose of fuck-around and find-out and I’d never wanted to bend the rules since.

I’d spent most of my life since then wondering if I was worthy of someone, whether I could be good to someone. Aside from his questionable choices in life, my father had been loving to me. But he was a serious flake when it came to relationships. He was charming and handsome and women flocked to him. Over the years, he’d had plenty of girlfriends who thought they could change him. Spoiler alert: No one ever had.

I kept things casual. Not because I wanted to screw anyone over, but because I didn’t want to let anyone down.

As my thoughts spun back to Stella with her rumpled blond curls, her freckled cheeks, her big brown eyes, and the way her pussy felt—slick, wet, and clenching around my fingers—I thumped my head against the wall of the shower. My cock swelled just thinking about her.

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