Page 75 of Baking With A Rockstar

“Oh shit.” Hudson drops my dress and jumps away from me, leaping to the bathtub to turn off the faucet. “That was a close one.”

I have to laugh at the fact that we almost let the bathtub water overflow, and therefore flood the bathroom. Just shows how distracted we were.

“We should probably get in there before it gets cold.”

I gulp, nerves making my stomach clench, and I think Hudson is able to see it as clear as day.

“You’re sure you’re good with this? It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind.” He comes back over to me and takes my hands in his.

“No!” I almost yell at him and decide that honesty is the best policy, as usual. “I’m just a little nervous, I guess. I haven’t been with anyone since, you know, last year, and even then, it never felt like this before. Everything is just so intense with you.”

“I know exactly what you mean.” He reaches up to brush my hair back, giving me a soft kiss. “I actually just remembered something. Why don’t you get in the tub already? I’ll be right back, okay?”

Nodding at him, I don’t even care if he’s telling the truth right now or not. The fact that this man cares enough towantto ease my nerves is something I don’t take lightly. There are a whole bunch of people out there that wouldn’t have cared one bit about my discomfort or would have been pushy, or maybe even annoyed instead. Even though we all want the same thing, it’s the way we treat others to get to that goal that matters. Sadly, a lot of people have no clue what that actually means.

Thankfully for me, Hudson is an expert in not only reading me, but in being a decent human being in general.

Once he’s gone, I discard my underwear and bra, slipping into the hot bathwater with a sigh. The bubbles cover me immediately, enveloping my body like a silky cloud, while the delicious smells of lavender and vanilla surround me, relaxing me instantly.

A moment later, Hudson comes back, two glasses and the bottle of champagne I know was in the fridge in his hands. “I remembered you liked this one, so I thought you might want a glass?”

“I’d love one, thanks.”

Hudson pops the cork and pours us both a glass before giving one to me.

“Thank you.” I take a deep breath as he stands right next to the bathtub, silently swallowing my nerves. I move forward in the bathtub to make room behind me. “Come on in already, the water is perfect.”

Rather than looking at him, I focus on the glass in my hand, watching the little bubbles in the liquid sparkle. He climbs in behind me, the water sloshing all around me from the movement. After settling in, his long legs on either side of me, he places a kiss on one of my shoulders, and I lean into the caress without a second thought.

His touch makes me feeleverything—especially the overwhelming sensation of losing control that I always feared but secretly missed regardless. It’s filled with passion, emotions, so much affection, and earth-shattering lust that I’m not sure I know what to do with it.

“Come here.” Hudson takes my glass and puts both on the large windowsill next to us before wrapping his hands around my waist to pull me back against him.

Nothing between us.

Skin to skin.

Unable to cover the gasp of surprise that escapes my mouth, I lean back, my head resting on his shoulder, while I try to commit every sensation to memory.

The mixture of the hot water lapping around, his warm body behind and around me, and his warm hands now on me too—not to forget his erection that’s pressed against my butt. It feels so good I want to stay here forever.

My body is on high-alert, so sensitive to everything going on that I involuntarily jerk when Hudson’s hands begin to move on my stomach.

After giving my midsection some attention, they move further up, and the anticipation of him touching me intimately almost makes me jump out of my skin. When he finally reaches my breasts and cups them, I’m pretty sure I’m ready to see stars.

Hudson groans behind me as he gently pinches my nipples, rolling and rubbing them to his heart’s content, while I start to get more and more restless. He chuckles behind me and leans forward, removing a hand from my breast and guiding my face toward his.

“You feel so good.” He stares into my eyes, his other hand still firmly on my breast, squeezing it when he gives me a kiss so passionately, I forget where left and right is. His erection throbs behind me when his hand leaves my face to move down my body.

This time, he doesn’t stop at my breast or belly. Instead, he moves beyond it to where I need him the most right now.

“Hudson.” His name falls from my lips right before his fingers touch my bundle of nerves, eliciting a loud moan from my throat. For a split second, I’m not sure if I should be embarrassed about it, but then I push the self-doubt away. It’s been so long since I’ve felt anything remotely like this—if ever, really—that I can’t bring myself to feel any kind of shame.

He rubs me halfway into oblivion, knowing exactly what I need before he plunges deep inside me with his fingers. He fills me, over and over again, while still taking care of my now almost quivering nub. “I love how responsive you are.”

The combination of hearing his sexy voice and the never-ending stimulation sends me flying over the edge so hard, I’m not sure I’d stay upright if it wasn’t for his secure grip on me.

After gently bringing me down from my orgasm, he kisses me with a fierceness that makes it hard for me to tell if the tingles in my lower body are after-tremors or new ones.

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