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“You know I’ve still got that hat of yours in my dorm. Do the rules still apply?” she whispers into my neck, making my skin explode in goosebumps.

“Uh,” I stutter, almost swallowing my tongue at her boldness.

“That I wear the hat, I ride the football player?” she purrs, like a seductress. The opposite of how she usually is around me, and I’m so fucking here for it.

“Y-yeah,” I manage as my brain scrambles to keep up. “That’s the one. That’s the rule.”

And then she leans closer, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispers three simple words that threaten to break me entirely.

“I want you.”

Chapter thirty-eight

Daphne

I’veneverfeltsomuch for someone as I do for Hudson. It’s like all these baby hormones are heightening everything I feel, taking it to a whole new level. But deep down, it’s more than that. It’s not just hormones or the baby binding us. It’s the way he’s sweet and kind, soft when he knows I need it, and protective when the world feels too big.

I shift my hips over his, the friction sparking something electric between us. His hands tighten, his fingertips digging in through the fabric of my clothes. I want those hands everywhere, touching me, claiming me, pulling me apart and putting me back together.

“Hudson?” I pant, my fingers tangling in his hair, tugging just enough to make his head tilt back. I felt his nerves just now, but I also feel other things. I know he wants this too. “Did you hear me? I want you.”

His breathing is ragged, chest rising and falling in uneven gasps before he captures my mouth again. Pulling my hips harder against him, he slips his hands under my shirt, warming my skin, and drags me over the growing hardness beneath him. The maddening friction sends jolts of pleasure through me with every movement, leaving me moaning and wanting more.

“I heard you,” he rasps, his voice low and guttural, almost a growl.

He doesn’t stop, guiding me rougher now, his control slipping as much as mine. The tension between us builds to a fever pitch, every movement pushing me closer. His hands wander to my chest, brushing the underside of my breast, and I buck against him as he dives beneath my shirt, finding me bare for him.

Cursing quietly, his thumb rubs over my hypersensitive nipple. But he doesn’t take anything off. He’s in this with me, yet I’m partially surprised that we’re not both naked.

I lean back, needing to see him, to understand why he’s holding back. The loss of friction makes us both groan, but I force myself to stop. Looking down, his hazel eyes are dark and wild, swirling with intensity. His lips are parted, his chest heaving, and he looks at me like I’m the only thing in the universe.

“Fuck,” he groans, his voice raw, the words spilling out like he can’t hold them back. “I want you too, princess. So bad.” His hands slide higher up my waist, trembling as if he’s barely holding himself together. “But I’m about to come in my pants if you keep moving like that.”

The admission sends a rush of heat through my body, and I smile, teasing him as I slowly shift my hips again.

Hudson releases a deep groan, his head tipping back, the masculine curve of his throat exposed. His grip tightens like he’s caught between holding me still and pulling me closer. “Daph,” he growls, looking at me again, his tone thick with warning. “Did you hear me?”

“I heard you.” I repeat his words to me, breathier than I expect. But there’s a wicked edge to it. “The thing is, Hudson, I like how close you are.”

I shift again, grinding down, and he lets out another sound that’s raw and unrestrained. I like this control I have over him. His hands fly to my hips, trying to still me, but they tremble, betraying his struggle.

“Daphne,” he rasps, his voice cracking as his body tenses and his eyes close. “You’re… Fuuuuuck.”

“I know,” I reply, my lips brushing his jaw, trailing to his neck. “But I don’t think you’d stop me even if you could.”

His eyes snap open at that, burning with intensity. “You’re right,” he admits, his voice gravelly and so damn hot. “I wouldn’t.”

I press my lips to his, and I dip my center to drag against him. The kiss quickly turns frantic and wild, all teeth and tongues, like we’re trying to consume each other. His hands tangle in my hair, pulling and pushing me closer as I move against him again.

This time, his hips buck up involuntarily, drawing a gasp from both of us. The sensation is overwhelming, dizzying in its intensity.

“Daph, baby,” he groans, desperate. “You’re killing me.”

I smirk at that, dragging my lips down his neck. When I nip at his skin, his head falls back, a deep sound ripping from his throat. God, I love how vocal he is. It’s sensual and sexy and makes everything inside me come to life.

His grip on me tightens, his fingers pressing into my hips.

“I’m… Fuck, I’m right there,” he rasps, hanging by a thread.

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