Page 76 of Baking With A Rockstar

He nibbles on my lower lip, and I close my eyes at the feeling of it. “You’re so incredibly sexy. I can’t wait to do that all over again.”

Somehow that makes me chuckle, since the pleasure was very obviously—and loudly—all mine. “Me too.”

I turn around in his arms, shaky legs and all, and look into his eyes.

I can’t wait for more with him, fully intending on returning the favor tonight.

Chapter Thirty

“Where are we going, Hudson?”I can’t decide where to look, switching back and forth between the beautiful greenery we’re passing and Hudson’s handsome profile.

He chuckles in response. “You already know I won’t tell you, so stop asking me.”

We’ve been in the car for maybe half an hour, but it feels like forever. After this last week and everything that’s happened between us—especially last night in the bathtub—I shouldn’t feel so on edge, but my nerves are shot, and my anticipation is through the roof.

Hudson grabs my hand across the middle console and squeezes it. “I can tell you, if you really want to know.”

Now I feel bad.

I’m sure he can see the slight panic on my face from a mile away, even though I realize I don’t really have a reason for it. “I’m good, sorry. Just a bit nervous, I guess.”

“If it makes you feel any better, so am I.” He pulls my hand up to his face and gives it a gentle kiss.

Just like that, everything in my world is right again. The nerves aren’t fully gone, but his admission puts everything back in perspective.

This beautiful person wants to spend time with me and surprise me with our date.

Time to relax.

I take a deep breath and tighten the grip on our hands. The smile that crosses his face makes my heartbeat speed up, and I have to grin too.

Putting on the signal, he turns left and heads up a little mountain. “We’re almost there, I promise.”

Trying not to stare at him nonstop like a stalker, I nod and turn to look out the window again. We left the city—or rather, town—a little while ago, and all that’s left is the gorgeous landscape. The car turns onto a dirt trail, slowing down to accommodate the road condition while also allowing me to really take in the beauty that’s all around us.

I haven’t been out of Brooksville since we moved here, so I’m equally excited and mesmerized by everything I see.

The car comes to a stop. “We’re here.”

As promised, Hudson stops the car a few feet later, and I gasp at the sight in front of us. Nestled in between the magnificent trees and flowers is a little cabin. It looks straight out of a fairy tale. We both get out of the car, and Hudson walks around it to stand next to me as I take in the surroundings some more.

The area around the little brown wooden house seems well taken care of. A big blanket is spread out on the front lawn, with beautiful flowers surrounding it. The sight of it makes me a little emotional. It might not seem a lot to some, but no one has ever done anything like this for me.

Turning to Hudson with a timid smile, I feel a little overwhelmed by all the attention, and I can’t deny it’s doing funny things to my heart and stomach.

“Is that where you went this morning?” I shake my head at him. “You really didn’t have to do so much.”

“I wanted to do something special for you.” He studies me for a moment. “Does that mean you like it?” His voice sounds a little rough, making me wonder if there’s uncertainty behind it, which would be crazy.

“Are you kidding me? I love it. Thank you.” I close the distance between us, and his eyes widen in amusement and anticipation.

Our bodies touch, little bursts of energy tingling everywhere. My hand lifts on its own accord, drawn to the stubble on his strong jaw. I slowly move my fingers over it and make my way around to his neck. His hair is long enough for me to bury my hands in. I tug on it, and thankfully, he understands my signal and bends down just as I go up on my toes. We meet in the middle for a kiss that quickly turns into more.

“Charlie.” Hudson sighs his approval against my lips.

Both of my hands are at his neck, trying to pull him even closer to me while his hands move around my waist, pressing into my lower back. The little flickers inside my veins have turned into gigantic sparks, urging me on even more.

This man is his own kind of addiction I can never get enough of.

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