Page 83 of Baking With A Rockstar

It’s undeniable this man has a direct connection to my heart, his words sinking in so deeply, I’m starting to believe they’ll forever be imprinted there. “I want you. All of you. Every last bit.”

His chuckle makes me grin, and I love that things with him are so easy. He’s direct, and has been nothing but honest and genuine so far. No games, no lies. Just him being him.

“I’m glad to hear that because I’m dying to finally have all of you too.” Rubbing his nose up and down mine, he leans in for a deep kiss.

My hands have a mind of their own, running back through his hair and tugging him so close to me I’ve lost track of where I end and he starts.

I’m starting to get impatient and somehow manage to pull my top over my head without stopping the kiss for more than three seconds.

But it’s still not enough.

I need more, so much more.

Tugging on the hem of his shirt, I try and pull it up as far as I can without breaking our contact. He chuckles against my lips, clearly amused by my frenzied movements and my obvious desperation.

Once his shirt is off, I take a moment and marvel at the sight. No matter how often I see his naked skin, I still enjoy the view as much as I did the first time. I reach out, my fingers raking up and down his chest and stomach before I dig them into his skin, tantalizingly slow.

His hands are by his sides, twitching slightly in response, and I wonder if he’s itching to touch me too.

My black lace bra suddenly feels too tight under his gaze, and my breasts ache for him, heaving up and down with my already quickened breath.

“You’re so beautiful.” His hands finally move up my arms and down the sides of my body, and I sigh in relief.

Shivering under his touch, I watch as his fingers slowly make their way up my stomach before they pause just under my bra. He traces the outline underneath my breasts, and my breath hitches in anticipation.

“Hudson, please.” The whimper comes out of my mouth with such desperation, I’m surprised I haven’t spontaneously combusted yet.

Looking into my eyes, I wonder if he sees the same fiery blaze in mine that I see in his. “Please what, Charlie?”

“Touch me. I... I need you to touch me.”

If he’s surprised about my directness, that makes two of us, but I’m so lost in this tension between us, I’m not above begging anymore.

Thankfully, he’s only too happy to oblige, moving his hands up to cup my breasts through the bra. My eyes close on their own accord at the exquisite sensation that only intensifies as he brushes his thumbs over my taut nipples.

My head rolls around on my shoulders, and a tiny moan escapes my lips. “I need more.”

I want to protest when his hands leave my chest, but thankfully, he only moves them to my back, releasing the clasp of my bra.

The sudden rush of air makes my nipples pucker up even more when my bra falls to the floor.

Hudson pulls me close, and I revel in the feel of my naked breasts pressed against his naked chest. It’s impeccable but still not enough. Not even close.

Our mouths find each other and just like that, we’re lost again. Soon, our hands join the craziness, moving around our bodies almost carelessly, like we can’t touch enough skin fast enough.

A big breath of air escapes him when he slowly pulls back from me, trailing kisses down my neck, to my collarbone, andfinallymaking it to my heavy breasts. He nibbles on my skin until he finds his way to my nipple—sucking and biting before soothing it with his tongue.

My back arches of its own volition, pressing my chest into him because it’s never enough.

Never. Enough.

The feeling is so strong my knees wobble, and a string of words comes out of my mouth, even though I have no idea what I’m actually saying.

When I can’t take it any longer, I reach for his jeans, fumbling around for the button.

He snatches my hands and pulls them away from his pants. “Should we go over to the bed?”

Looking up at him, it takes me a moment to snap out of the haze I’m in and for his words to sink in. I pout for a moment before shaking my head. “No. Let’s just stay right here. The rug looks perfectly fine to me.”

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