Page 93 of Here's to Tomorrow

My breath hitches, and I feel him smile against me.

“Hudson,” I breathe out.

“Rae,” he says innocently.

“I…I want to feel you against me. I need to take my shirt off, and my bra. Maybe even my skirt. Maybe even your pants. Everything. Now. Please.”

He laughs heartily.

“Tsk, tsk. So impatient,” he teases. I huff. “But you’re lucky I haven’t had sex in a very long time so I’m impatient too.”

He rolls off me, pulling me up as he goes, and sits down next to me.

He pulls the strap of my tank top down, trailing kisses along my shoulder the entire way. “I’m sorry,” he says, tugging at the hemline, encouraging me to pull the rest off. I comply. “But this first time is probably going to be quick.”

I grab his face between my hands. “Hudson, I can guarantee you that any sex with you is going to be the best sex of my life, no matter how quick it is.”

He chuckles.

“Now, take your pants off,” I tell him, reaching for my skirt and slipping it off. I lean back on my elbows in my bra and panties, watching as he stands and pulls his jeans off.

The bulge in his tight gray boxer briefs leaves no question as to whether he’s turned on or not.

Smirking at me, he hooks his thumbs in his underwear, ready to pull them off. “I really feel like I should be charging you for this with the way you’re staring at me.”

I throw the nearest pillow at him. It barely misses.

“That was rude, Rae,” he says on a laugh. “I don’t think I’m gonna strip for you now.” He folds his arms across his chest and quirks an eyebrow at me.

“Nowthat’srude,” I tell him. He doesn’t move at all. I sigh. “Fine. Never trust a man to do a woman’s job,” I mumble, getting up on my knees and crawling over to the edge of the bed. I reach out and grab hold of his underwear. “I feel likeIshould be chargingyouforthis.”

His chest vibrates from a barely contained laugh.

Then he’s naked. Completely.

Me likey.

“Nice,” slips out quietly.

“Thank you.” He grins then leans down and gives me a peck on the lips. “Are you one of those girls that keeps their bra on during sex? If so, that’s fine, but I kind of like to see them. I mean, Iama guy and boobsarefun.”

“No, that’s just weird,” I tell him, reaching around and unhooking the garment in question. I toss it across the room dramatically.

“Nice,” he echoes, gently pushing me back down on the bed. He follows, crawling on top of me and settling between my legs.

“Your confidence is so fucking sexy,” he growls in my ear, pressing his erection right into the center of me. “I really want to taste you, but I just can’t right now. Ihaveto be inside you.”

Straight to the point. I like it.

I nod and push up on him. “Wrap it before you tap it.”

“Did you just…” He shakes his head with a smile. “Never mind. Take your panties off,” he instructs.

I do as he says, watching as he scoots off the bed and pulls out a box of condoms from his bedside table.

He quickly covers himself and it’s too bad, because watching him touch himself is the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. If I wasn’t wet before, I am after seeing that.

“You good?” he asks, moving back between my thighs. “You can tell me to stop at any time.” I respond by wrapping my legs around his waist. He chuckles. “Guess you’re ready then.”

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