Page 92 of Must Have Been Love

I kiss him back, lowering myself down on him until I’m so, so full. And yet I need more. We talked last week about not using condoms, since I’m on the pill and we’re exclusive. And it adds a whole new layer of intimacy as I feel him raw inside of me.

I start to rock, kissing him, scratching him, feeling him grind against me in the most delicious way. It sends shockwaves through my body, making my movements stutter. He slides his hand down my hips, steadying my movements, making love to me in a way I don’t think anybody ever has before.

I slide my fingers into his hair, my eyes open, on his, as we rock and tease and grind until we’re both breathless.

“Now,” I whisper. “Fuck me like you hate me.”

I don’t need to say it twice. He rolls me onto the bed, still inside of me, then starts to give me exactly what I need. Long, mean thrusts, his hand between us, touching me, his mouth hard against mine.

“Hudson…”

“Give it to me,” he mutters against my lips. “I need you to come.”

I need to come too. I’m bucking underneath him, tears in my eyes because I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good. My nails scrape his back, my lips move to his neck, my teeth digging into him.

And then I start to convulse, white hot pleasure coursing through me. I bite him hard and he lets out a shout, his back arching as he comes hard inside of me. It’s animalistic and it’s almost painful and it’s everything I need right now. He holds me tight against him, still spilling inside of me, as I flutter around him again and again.

It feels like minutes before I can breathe. Before he pulls out and rolls onto his side, his hand cupping my face as I try to work out what my own name is.

“Are you okay? Was it too hard?” he asks me.

I shake my head. “I’m fine,” I whisper, pressing my lips against him. “More than fine. Completely fucked in the best way.”

He laughs softly, pulling me against him so my head is nestled into his shoulder, his hands softly stroking my hair.

“Next time I’ll be more gentle,” he mumbles sleepily, his fingers pressing softly against my scalp in little circular movements.

Maybe that’s what I’m afraid of.

twenty-seven

HUDSON

Skyler stares at herself in the mirror, her mouth open as she traces the skin on her neck. “I can’t believe you gave me a hickey,” she says, frowning at the red mouth-shaped patch there.

I smirk, because it may have been inadvertent, but it also feels like some kind of sweet justice. Plus I like seeing the little bruise on her neck. I made it. She’s mine.

“We have ten minutes until the car arrives,” I remind her. My plans for a leisurely breakfast followed by a long, hot sexy shower in the double sized bathroom are out of the window. It turns out that a sleepy Skyler is stubborn as hell. She wouldn’t wake up no matter how many times I kissed her back, murmured in her ear, or – eventually – played Fleetwood Mac through the penthouse’s expensive stereo system.

“I don’t even have a scarf to cover my neck,” she grumbles, shooting me a dark look. But there’s amusement there, along with something altogether hotter. “Give me that,” she mutters, walking over to me and yanking my tie. It tightens dangerously around my neck.

“Are you trying to kill me?” I rasp, feeling my windpipe constrict.

“Don’t tempt me. Why the hell are we meeting your lawyer so early anyway?” She succeeds in taking my tie off and knots it around her neck like a choker. It looks surprisingly effective.

Now I’m imagining curling my fingers around it while I take her from behind. Note to self,give her all your ties.

“It’s not early. It’s almost ten,” I point out, unfastening my top button. “And I’d like to be back on the island before Ayda goes to bed.”

At that Skyler’s face softens. “Of course you do. Have you talked to her this morning?”

“We got on Facetime. I talked, she listened.” That was all in the other room while Skyler was asleep. “She and Autumn are going over to the bar today to help Jesse.”

“Oh.” Skyler claps her hands together. “I bought her a new coloring book. It’s in the drawer behind the bar. You should message Autumn and tell her.”

I give her a long look. “You want me to message Autumn to tell her?” I repeat.

“Yes.” Skyler nods. “It’s got princesses in it. Not Disney ones, real ones. Warrior princesses. I think Ayda’s going to love it.”

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