Page 84 of Baking With A Rockstar

Wiggling his eyebrows, he smirks at me. “You’re turning into a little sex kitten. I like it.”

Pulling my lower lip into my mouth, I still feel little bouts of uncertainty course through me, but I try to ignore them as much as possible.

Instead, I try to focus on everything that’s going on between us, like the rest of our clothes. There’s way too many of them.

I point at his jeans. “Time to get rid of these.”

“Not sure that’s such a good idea right now.” He chuckles and pulls my hand up to his mouth. “I wasn’t kidding earlier. I do feel like a teenager when I’m around you, and I really don’t want to end the party too early.”

My eyes go wide for a moment before the ever-telling heat rushes into my cheeks.

“But”—the smirk he gives me is so naughty my whole body almost vibrates in anticipation—“I can help you withyourpants.”

I gulp. “Okay.” That’s all I manage to say, and it’s all the invitation Hudson needs.

His hands are frantic, pulling at the top of my black pants. He releases a groan of appreciation when he finally manages to slide them down my legs.

Stepping out of them, I almost lose my balance when he unexpectedly starts kissing his way up my legs—not stopping until he makes it to my black lace panties.

After a kiss through the soft material, he stands back up, his lips on mine in a nanosecond. His mouth ravishes mine, swallowing a loud moan when he starts rubbing my most sensitive parts through my underwear with his fingers.

My body has a sudden mind of its own, rhythmically moving against his hand, fixated on pushing this ecstasy that has taken every inch of me to a whole new level.

When he pulls the small piece of material to the side and comes in contact with my bare skin, I have to hold on to him for dear life. The groan that escapes his lips is so sexy I’m not sure how much longer I can take it. His attention is back on my sensitive nub before he seems to get impatient, inserting a finger inside of me.

“Yes! Just like that.” My voice sounds as impatient as I feel, my movements getting more desperate by the second, racing this electric current that’s getting stronger and stronger the more time passes.

His free hand moves up to my breast, squeezing it while his fingers keep exploring and working me so expertly, I want to cry out.

The pressure is getting intense until I can’t take it any longer. “Oh gosh, I’m going to—”

My insides tighten around his fingers before I even have a chance to finish the sentence, not that he would have missed my moans anyway.

When I open my eyes again, I’m not sure what to expect. Having him touch me like this is still new, making me feel extremely exposed, not only to his touch but also to his reaction.

All is well in my world—pretty much perfect right this second—when I see the big, satisfied grin on his face. The look he gives me is so intense a renewed excitement starts to tingle in my lower belly.

“I want to make you feel good too.” The words are barely loud enough for Hudson to hear.

“Later, sweetheart. Right now, I just want to be inside of you.”

He doesn’t give me time to react to his statement before he pulls down his pants, boxer briefs included. Even though we took a bath together last night, he was quick to wrap a towel around his hips when we were done. To my utter dismay, he tucked me into bed right after, telling me I needed all the sleep I could get.

Now I understand why, as I openly stare at his lower body.

To say I’m impressed doesn’t even cover it.

“Do you like what you see?” His confidence apparently knows no boundaries as he takes himself in his hand, stroking once, twice.

Instead of blushing a profuse shade of red, I laugh. He keeps surprising me in the most entertaining way, and I love it. “Of course I do, silly. How can I not like it?”

Spurred on by his grin—complete with dimples—I push down my own underwear and let it drop to the ground. Taking a step toward him, I put my hands on his chest. “And just so we’re clear, I want all of you.”

“Yeah?”

I put a finger on his lips, and he slips his tongue out to lick it.

Gasping at the unexpected contact, I tell him the truth. “I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life.”

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