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“What about the hurting me after?”

The vulnerability in her voice and matching expression shot me right through the heart. “Also not going to happen.”

“That’s what you say, but the chase will be over as soon as we cross this line.” She put her hands over her face. “Oh my gosh, I’m ruining this. Ignore me.”

I pulled her hands free, then I kissed her hard on the mouth. “I don’t think I’ll ever feel like I’ve fully caught you. Got it?”

She nodded, and then she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me so deeply I felt like I’d fallen right over the edge.

As soon our mouths broke apart, I eased her back down on the bed, and my sole purpose narrowed to her pleasure and making sure it lasted as long as possible.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Whitney

I couldn’t believe Hudson didn’t run after I’d asked him to make the sex mediocre.

He dragged his mouth down my neck, the combination of soft lips and scratchy beard sending waves of pleasure through me.

Then he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, and I cried out, my body automatically arching for more. He moved to the other breast, lavishing it with attention, before trailing long, wet kisses down the center of my body.

When he stopped just short of where I wanted him, I whimpered.

“I know, baby,” he said. “But you asked for this long drawn-out torture. Remember that.”

I was about to protest that I’d done no such thing—in fact, I’d done the opposite—but then he licked the spot where my inner thigh met my panties, and all I could do was focus on the exquisite sensation.

He gave the same treatment to the other side, then he pushed aside the small triangle of fabric and licked right up my center. Every muscle in my body clenched and my thoughts went to wherever thoughts go to die.

As promised, he drew it out, slowly removing my boots and then my underwear as his fingers explored every inch of my legs, and then licking and sucking until my body begged for release. Just when I thought he wasn’t going to ever give it to me, one last lick sent me tumbling right over the edge.

As soon as I could get my limbs to function again, I sat up and gestured with one finger for him to come closer. He crawled up my body, and I reached down and wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft.

He groaned with every stroke, and that intoxicating power filled me again. I’d never felt so powerful with a guy, maybe because I was always unsure and too afraid to say what I wanted.

Hudson reached between us and wrapped his hand around my wrist. “Much more of that, and our night’s going to end before I want it to.”

I stretched my arm toward my nightstand, where I hoped I had a condom, because I really didn’t want to have to go digging in the bathroom, but he pulled one out of his discarded jeans. I watched as he rolled it on, need pulsing deep inside me once again.

He paused right as the head of his penis pressed against my opening, and on a labored breath said, “Maybe we should…stop. I don’t want you to…dump me…once you get what you want.”

I arched my hips in one quick motion, pushing up until he was fully inside me, and all traces of humor vanished from his face. Desire darkened his eyes, and then he pushed back, our hips colliding as he drove them to the mattress. His powerful body moved over me, each thrust sending my body into a dizzying frenzy.

I gripped his arms as I spiraled higher and higher. Pressure built as we moved together, different from before, from somewhere deeper inside, and a euphoric haze took hold of my body.

The orgasm hit me hard and I cried out his name as I came. He smothered it with his mouth, kissing me deeply as he followed right after. His breath stirred my hair and cooled the sweat-dampened skin on my neck as he breathed in and out, in and out, his labored breaths matching mine.

After a minute, he rolled and pulled me to him so that my head rested on his shoulder.

“Holy shit, that was good sex,” he said, curling his hand around my hip. “You good?”

“Mm-hmm.”

A satisfied smile stretched across his face, and I was sure mine mirrored his. “I was right about you.” His fingertips skimmed the curve of my hip. “Definitely vixen.” His hand moved lower. “I’ve told you how much I like your ass, right?”

“No, but I did notice that you’re constantly looking at it or grabbing it.”

“I can’t help it—it’s just so perfect.” He lightly smacked it with his open palm and then gave me a devilish grin.

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