Page 68 of Preacher

I’d never felt anything so intense.

My insides felt like they were on fire.

In a matter of seconds, the manliterally had my head spinning.

I wound my arms around his neck and held on tight, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. When his hands started leisurely roaming over my body, I knew there was no turning back.

I needed him to know that I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. “I need you, Hudson. I need you now.”

He was a man who liked to hear the words, so I gave them freely, without any doubt in my mind. Reaching for the hem of Hudson’s white t-shirt, I slipped it over his head. He immediately pulled me in for another kiss.

He felt so good, smelled so good, and just being near him made my entire body ache for more. Overcome with the urge to touch him, my hands started to drift over his chest, gliding down his abdomen. I unfastened his jeans, and I caught us both by surprise when my fingers slipped through the waistband of his boxers.

A light hiss slipped through his lips when I curled my fingers around him and gently started stroking. I loved how he felt in my hand, so thick and erect, and the thought of having him inside me had me stroking him even harder.

“Did you mean what you said?”

“About?”

“Me not having to worry about other women.”

“Damn right, I meant it.”

“You sure about that?”

His eyes grew intense. “I could be in a room full of women, and all I’d see is you.”

“Oh my, that was a good one.”

“Because it’s true.”

He held my gaze for a moment, and then, he crashed his lips against mine. Needing more, both our hands became frantic, and we quickly removed the clothes that separated us.

In just a few seconds, we were on the bed, and I was lying beneath him.

With his tousled hair and penetrating dark eyes, Hudson was so unbelievably handsome. My heart fluttered when his hands slowly roamed over my body. “You’re beautiful. Every fucking inch of you.”

Something about the way he spoke, so low and gruff, sent a chill down my spine. His hands slowly drifted up my abdomen, and a wave of lust consumed me the minute his mouth reached my breast. Hunger danced in his eyes as he looked up at me for just a moment, and then his mouth resumed its heavenly torture of kissing and nipping the delicate flesh.

Anticipation washed over me when he settled between my thighs. His eyes met mine as he raked his cock against me. “Is this what you want, baby?”

“Hmm-hmm.” I lifted my hips, grinding against him as I tried desperately to find relief from the throbbing need that was building up inside me. “Yes!”

He reached into his bedside table for a condom, and I shook my head. “You don’t need it.”

“But…”

“You don’t need it,” I repeated.

He nodded and tossed it back in the drawer, and a look of satisfaction crossed his face as he settled back between my legs. He clenched his jaw before lifting my hips and driving deep inside me, filling me completely.

He slowly began to move, each thrust deliberate and powerful. When I let my legs spread farther open for him, he growled, “Fuck. Never had anything feel so damn good.”

“Hudson,” I panted, tilting my hips towards him, wanting him deeper, harder. Sensing what I needed, he quickened his pace, as I quickly became lost in the waves of carnal sensation surrounding me and the fullness of his body inside mine.

He increased his rhythm, each thrust more demanding than the last. My inner muscles clenched around him as I felt another orgasm building inside me. “Oh, God. You feel so good.”

Hudson’s punishing pace never faltered as his body continued to crash into mine. I’d never felt anything like it: having him inside me was so intoxicating that I was finding it difficult to even breathe. I wanted to savor every moment…to focus on how incredible he felt, but it was all just too much.

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