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“Huddy—”

“Mhmmm.”

“I don’t want this to end.”

This kiss, this night, this thing we have created between us that feels like the ember of a life. A beautiful fucking life that could unravel into something I would die to keep safe.

“Me either, sweet girl.”

Chapter Twenty

ADDY

When I hit my knees, Hudson groans. What I wouldn’t trade to keep that sound in my life. His hands push and pull through my hair when I take him into my mouth.

“Sweet Jesus, Addy.”

Swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, I sweep it over the glistening tip. He tastes so damn good. My core is liquid at this point. Flammable liquid. One strike and I would burst into flames. I take him deep and come back up, releasing him with a pop. I run a hand up his hard stomach and his legs tense up, his arms flexing as his hand moves quicker in my hair, almost frantic. He is so wound up, it’s beautiful.

I take him deeper, one hand gripping the base of him and moving in time with my mouth. When his hands still in my hair, I look up. His face is twisted, and he’s almost breathless.

“Stop, Adeline.”

A second later, I release him, and he is pulling me to my feet, mouth devouring my neck, chest.

“Too many clothes, Huddy,” I pant.

He gathers my dress and pulls it up over my hips, shoulders, and finally off, letting it hit the floor with his jeans. I stand inmy black bra and panties, and his face turns feral. Seeing that expression will never get old. And knowing I put it there iseverything.

“As much as I adore these on you, they need to go.” He slips a finger behind the lace of my bra and the breath leaves my lungs. He reaches around. The clasp snaps open and the lacy black piece slides from my body. His mouth finds my hard peaks, and the fire low in my belly surges. By now, my panties are soaked.

Every inch of me vibrates, strung out waiting for him. Aching, throbbing, a blissful agony only he can ease. My breasts are heavy, and now with his teeth scraping over the other peak, I can’t help the whimper that tumbles from my lips. His hands grip my ass. I rock my hips as he kneads me with both hands before kissing a path down my stomach to the waistline of the black lace.

“And these, too,” he rasps. A finger slips inside the band on each hip as he drops to his knees. “These go, Adeline.”

When I can’t piece together a single syllable, I nod.

He looks up at me, those blue eyes darkened, swallowing me whole. I run my hands through his hair and close my eyes, trying to steady my breath. Trying to make the moment last. When I open my eyes, Hudson stands with his head dipped, eyes burning into mine. He lifts my chin with a finger and kisses me, deep, hard, and hungry.

I open for him, and he sweeps me up, one hand under my shoulders, the other under my bottom. When his feet hit the bed, eyes still closed, he sinks to his knees, lowering me onto the bed. He breaks the kiss, and his voice is gravel when he says, “Make yourself comfy.”

Everything is so soft and warm as I shuffle back on the bed and lie on the pillows. The angles of his face, his jaw... Looking at him has my heart aching. When I meet his gaze, he crawls up the bed and over me, nuzzling my neck, kissing and sucking hisway down my chest. His tongue swirls around each hard peak, one hand cupping the soft flesh.

I arch into him. “Huddy.” But his name is barely a whisper with the last of my air gone. He tracks down my stomach, moving backward on his knees, hands gripping my hips. When his warm mouth meets my throbbing apex, it takes everything I have not to lose it. He growls. “Jesus, Addy, I don’t even know who I was before you.”

I whimper, arching off the bed as he drags his tongue through my wet center and suckles the peak like a man starved. Everything is heightened. More than it has been before between us. So much more intense. Sweet ecstasy tangled with torment. Each touch from his hands, his mouth, the pleasure he gives me with the slightest pass. And my heart twists with the agony of this moment I know is fleeting.

He sinks two fingers inside, and I cry out. He licks me, strong strokes over my throbbing apex, and I spiral, gripping the linen underneath us. Every inch of me trembles. Each too-shallow breath sears in my lungs. When his thumb finds my peak and he rolls it, I explode around his fingers.

“Hudson!”

He stays the course through each wave. When I melt back into the bed, he crawls back up to where I lay breathless. I pull his mouth to mine, tasting my release all over his lips, his tongue.

“You sure about this, sweet girl?” He sweeps a rogue curl from my cheek and pushes it behind my ear.

“Yes, Hudson, very.”

He leans to the side of the bed, reaching for the small wooden box. He’s organized this time. But I grab his wrist. “No, we don’t need it. I’m on contraception. Have been for years.”

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