Page 60 of Baking With A Rockstar

They all say goodbye, some of them snatching another cupcake on the way out the door.

Once we hear the door shut, Hudson and I look at each other.

His eyes are wide as he exhales loudly, making me laugh. “I can’t believe that group. How can old, little, cute women be so naughty and exhausting? I feel like I got run over by a bus.”

The chuckle escapes me before I can hold it back. “I was thinking the same.”

“I mean, did you see them? Edna and Shelly both squeezed my ass—several times. They’re worse than some of my fans.”

Pinching my lips together, I lean forward and rest my forehead on his shoulder, so he can’t see my face. The quiet laughter shakes my whole body until I can’t hold it in any longer. “I did see it. Your face was absolutely priceless. It was totally worth all this chaos.”

His whole body goes rigid for a moment, right before his hands move to my waist and he starts tickling me. “Oh, that’s how it is, yeah? You think that was funny? I’ll show you funny.”

“No!”

He’s relentless, tickling me up and down both sides of my torso. In an effort to get away from him, I quickly move backward across half of the living room until we hit one of the couches and fall onto it. Hudson lands on me, his hands suddenly stopping at my sides as we stare into each other’s eyes.

The silly atmosphere is suddenly gone, a heated tension that’s sure to drive me insane in its place instead.

Unable to tell who moves first, our lips clash. Where I had more than enough air mere seconds ago, I’m missing it now as my body goes into overdrive. Hudson’s lips are relentless against mine, his tongue delving into my mouth with a skill set that has me clawing at his back, ready to rip off his clothes right now if he’ll let me.

His hands move under my shirt, caressing my skin in a grip so deliciously tight and possessive I’m starting to see stars behind my closed eyelids. We’re both pulling at each other at this point, not able to get enough from one another. When he breaks the kiss, I finally take a much-needed breath as his mouth travels down my face and throat—determined and unapologetic in its exploration.

Without a doubt, he wants me as much as I want him, both of us more than ready to take this to the next level.

To be honest, I was ready this morning when I woke up in his bed—but the spot beside me was already empty and cold when I turned around still half-asleep. So, this morning’s missed opportunity is almost literally a dream come true right now—one I wouldn’t mind doing, over and over again.

Hudson’s kissing his way back up to my face, all the while pulling me by the hips, so he can get us both into a more comfortable position on the couch. When he leans down, pressing part of his weight and his rock-hard body into mine, I’m almost ready to combust right then and there. I haven’t been with a guy in so long, it feels like I’ve been primed for ages.

After nipping at the corner of my mouth, his heated gaze finds mine. “I can’t even tell you how long I’ve been waiting for this—foryou. All these weeks of just being friends with you have been both the best and most infuriating weeks of my entire existence. I didn’t know what was missing from my life until you showed up. I want you so badly, I can barely think straight anymore.”

Swallowing hard, I gaze up at him and weave my hands slowly through his dark hair. “I know exactly what you mean.”

His lips are back on mine, but the atmosphere and this next kiss have changed with our confessions.

It’s everything I know this man to be—gentle, caring, and incredibly kind-hearted, with a passion and blazing heat right underneath the surface. This moment breaks down all the walls I’ve built up. It strips me bare, making me feel like nothing else ever has.

Incredibly freeing.

After kissing his way down my torso, he hovers over my breasts. I’m not sure if he’s silently asking for my approval, but I push my chest toward him anyway, making it clear what I want from him.

Weeks of sexual frustration are starting to make me adventurous and more direct than I’ve ever been with a man.

He pulls an inch back and stares into my eyes. “Charlie, I—”

A wail rips through the room, echoing off the walls in a heartbreaking cry. I cover my eyes for a moment with my arm—trying to push away the irritation I feel about being interrupted—while Hudson lets his head fall onto my chest for a split second before getting off of me.

I immediately miss his warm body covering mine but can’t hold back the small smile when he stretches out his hand to help me up.

After pulling me into him for one more soul-wrenching kiss, he takes a step back. “You go get our little monster while I start cleaning up the kitchen.” He has to physically push me out of the room, slapping me on my butt at the last second.

I laugh and wiggle my finger at him. “I’ll get you back for that later.”

The smirk he gives me makes me sigh—because dimples. “Can’t wait.” To top it off, he winks at me and points toward the hallway that leads to the staircase. “Now go, before I come and get you.”

If only.

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