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“Good girl,” he murmured, spreading her thighs.

“Hudson.”

He kissed one inner thigh as she fell back on the bed, and Layton flushed as he lifted her legs over his shoulders. She was spread wide for him, her pussy glistening with arousal, and he pushed closer, his face inches from her sex. “Now I’m gonna taste you.”

Chapter 20

Layton shivered in delight as Hudson kissed her inner thigh, the scruff of his short beard rubbing against her sensitive skin. Warmth coursed through her, fluid and hot, and her anticipation of what was next made her heart pound. Hudson was looking at her like he wanted to devour her, and as he kissed higher up her thigh, even lightly teasing her with his tongue, she fell back on his bed, flushed and already shamelessly aroused.

The man knew what he was doing. As he drew out the moment, Hudson was making her actually ache for him. He hadn’t even reached her sex yet, and she was already slick and ready, her core throbbing. And oh goodness, did she know what the man could do. She’d replayed the night on the beach in her mind endlessly.

“I like you here in my bed,” he said, his voice rough. Maybe it was somewhat of a caveman mentality, but it felt like he was claiming her. She was already pregnant with his child, but this moment felt like more. Right now, she felt like she was really his.

Hudson didn’t waste any more time, just lifted her legs up over his broad shoulders so she was spread wide before him. She gasped at the intimacy of the moment, at being completely bared to him. Hudson was still fully clothed, which somehow made everything more intense and erotic. This big, muscular guy’s sole focus was on pleasuring her. And Layton was lying before him like she was his for the taking.

He pressed closer, his face right at her core, and Layton fisted the sheets as she felt his breath on her flushed skin. She was so turned on, she could hardly stand it. “Now I’m gonna taste you.” The first swipe of his tongue had her bucking up against him,and Hudson growled in approval. His big hands gripped her hips, holding her in place, and then the man simply devoured her. He licked and laved at her, and his tongue trailed through her folds like he couldn’t get enough. Layton was drenched with silken arousal, and as he suckled at her clit, she let out a small wail.

She could feel him smiling in approval against her pussy, and then his tongue was sliding into her molten core, pulsing in and out. Layton let out a strangled cry. No man had ever done that before, and it was wickedly delicious. She felt raw and completely exposed, turned completely inside out, yet Hudson was eagerly encouraging her on. He shifted one hand to her sex, sliding two thick fingers where his tongue had been. Her pussy clamped down around him, needing to be filled, and his thumb slid over her swollen bud.

Hudson watched her face as he played with her pussy, and Layton was lost to him. He pressed his mouth against her swollen folds once more, the scruff of his beard rubbing her sensitive flesh. And just when she couldn’t take any more, he slid the tip of his tongue up and down the side of her clit, teasing her. Layton grabbed onto his head, crying out. Hudson smiled and sucked her swollen bud between his lips, and as he pumped his fingers in and out, she was coming against his face, begging him not to stop.

Hudson was grinning as he pulled back and eased her legs down, his eyes hot as they moved over her.

“Oh my God,” she whimpered.

He ran his thumb up the seam of her pussy, looking pleased with himself. “You’re gonna come again for me, princess,” he said gruffly, turning her over in bed so she was on all fours. His big hands were everywhere—her back, her ass as he helped heronto her knees. Her inner thighs. Then he was brushing her hair aside, kneading her shoulders as he placed a kiss on the back of her neck. Layton shivered as he kissed his way down her spine, goosebumps erupting over her skin. Hudson’s intentions were clear. His big body was hovering over her, but he was headed straight toward her pussy again.

Hudson knelt down on the floor beside the bed, and she cried out in surprise as he began to eat her out from behind. She felt limp and weightless, her body succumbing to nothing but pure pleasure as his big hands held her in place. Hudson pulled her even closer to him, and as his tongue slid through her folds, circling her clit, she screamed, collapsing onto the bed as she came.

When he collected her in his arms moments later, lying them both on the bed, it was tender. Sweet. Nothing like when he’d quickly righted her dress on the beach. He wasn’t leaving this time. Hudson had stripped off his shirt before he’d pulled her against him, so they were now skin to skin. She was flushed and dazed and oh so sleepy.

“Just rest, princess,” he said, kissing her temple. “Let me hold you for a little while.” A big hand palmed her breast, somehow both sweet and possessive. Layton slid into a dreamy, languorous sleep, safe and secure in his arms.

Chapter 21

Layton stirred as Hudson climbed out of bed three days later. She groggily blinked, wondering what he was doing in her bedroom, then realized she was still in his. She glanced at the clock on his nightstand. 5:00 a.m. The bed shifted, and he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “You fell asleep,” he murmured quietly. “I didn’t want to wake you last night but figured I’d get you up early when I left for PT.”

“Oh.” She sat up quickly, the sheets following to her lap. Hudson’s gaze landed on her bare breasts, the ends of her blonde hair curling around them. He seemed fascinated by her sitting there naked in his bed—never mind that she’d been there last night. And the two nights before that. She gestured for him to toss her something to put on.

“She’s sleeping,” he promised, his voice sincere, but Hudson grabbed a clean tee shirt and handed it to her. She tugged it on over her head, feeling slightly better. If Caroline unexpectedly wandered in, at least she wouldn’t wonder why her mother was naked in Hudson’s bed. Layton had had a tee shirt on now. She wasn’t exactly wearing panties though. Or pajama shorts.

“Are you sure she’s asleep? What if she woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t find me?” Layton asked, worry growing within her.

“I left my bedroom door cracked open after you fell asleep,” Hudson assured her. She looked at him in surprise, and he lifted a shoulder. “I figured she might need us. Well, she might need you. It’d be harder to hear her with the door shut.”

Inexplicably, tears filled her eyes. “Hey,” Hudson said, sinking down onto the bed beside her. His big hand landed on her bare leg, and he gave her a gentle squeeze. “You were so tired that I didn’t want to wake you. Guess I wore you out,” he added with that sexy smirk that she loved.

“Hudson.”

His smile grew, and she knew he was remembering the various ways they’d made love. Layton covered her eyes in embarrassment, and he chuckled. “Promise I would’ve heard her with the door open. I know mothers have some crazy sense of hearing when it’s your own child, but trust me, I’m fully aware of everything in my own home.”

“But you told me you always sleep with the door closed and locked.”

“It’s not just about me anymore,” he said simply.

She bit her lip, still worried, and he tilted her head up, kissing away the sting. “You’re both safe here, Layton. Actually, all three of you,” he added, pressing his hand to her abdomen. She glanced down at his big hand over the soft cotton of his tee shirt, right up against her stomach, and practically melted. He couldn’t feel or see the baby move yet, as it was far too soon, but she could see how protective Hudson already was.

“You’re still blushing,” he said, his eyes practically drinking her in.

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