Page 92 of Here's to Tomorrow

I must get lost in my thoughts because he’s suddenly standing in front of me, extending his hand in my direction. I have no idea what he just asked me but I place my hand in his anyway. I’d follow him anywhere at this point.

We soundlessly climb the stairs, walking through the dimly lit hallway, straight to the end. We stop in front of the door that I assume leads to Hudson’s bedroom.

“Rae,” he says, turning toward me.

“Hudson,” I answer.

We laugh lightly.

“We don’t have to do anything. I know you know I was just kidding about dinner, but I have to say it out loud just so we’re clear.”

I squint up at him.

“No. You don’t get to get me all hot and bothered, parading around in those sexy-as-hell ass-hugging jeans, and think you’re going to get out of fucking me. Not happening.”

Hudson’s standing there with the biggest smile on his face.

I slap my free hand over my mouth.

Fuck! I just said that all out loud. Shitshitshit!

He pulls me into him, cupping my face and kissing my lips once.

“You’ve left me speechless more times than I can count,” he says softly. “I love it.”

We enter the bedroom and the first thing I notice is the wall color—it’s a deep, dark blue. The second is the bed—it’s the same as the one from the apartment. The setup is similar, only now there’s a long dresser with a mirror just opposite the bed, leaving only a small space between the two.

I stand there, between the bed and the dresser, getting a feel for the room. I watch in the mirror as Hudson walks to the bedside table, flicks on a lamp. He catches me staring and holds my gaze until his body is flush against mine.

“You’re breathtaking.” He reaches up and pulls my hair to the side, keeping his eyes locked on mine in our reflections as he leans down and kisses my neck. He nips at me lightly and kisses away the sting. “You taste amazing.”

“Shut up, you weirdo,” I say, blushing harder than I have in my entire life.

His body vibrates against mine as he buries his face in my neck and laughs. Then I feel his tongue tracing a line. Up, up, up he goes, stopping just below my ear.

“You. Taste. Amazing,” he says huskily, his voice full of desire.

This time I don’t tell him to shut up. This time, I feel a tingle start in my toes, warming my entire body.

He kisses a path along my jaw, turning me so he can take hold of my mouth. I open for him the moment his lips part.

And then we’re falling.

We land gently on the bed, me on top of him briefly before he rolls us over and scoots us upward gracefully. Our tongues are still dueling and our bodies are moving together in a melodic rhythm. My skirt is now bunched around my waist, so when Hudson rolls his hips into me, Ifeelit. Oh boy, do I feel it. He breaks our kiss to let out a heavy groan.

“Fuuuck.”

I take some initiative, reaching for the buttons on his shirt. I make it as far as two before Hudson sits up and pulls it off over his head.

“I’d be all sexy and just rip it off, but clothes are kind of expensive these days,” he teases.

I don’t even try to form a response because I’m way too busy admiring his body. It’s so…natural. It’s clear all the muscles he has are purely built from his job and not hours in the gym. They aren’t perfectly sculpted and he doesn’t have a six-pack, but he is toned.Nicelytoned.

He watches as I run my hands across his chest, run my fingers through the small smattering of hair. He shivers some when I brush his nipples. I smile up at him.

“What?” He shrugs. “They’re sensitive.”

Knowing this fact, I go back to them, taking pleasure in the noise he lets out. He swiftly grabs my wrists, pinning my arms above my head. He gives me his signature smirk before dipping his head. He licks from just below my ear, across my collarbone—moving the strap of my tank top out of the way with his tongue—and continues until he’s tracing the swell of my breasts.

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