Page 19 of Secretary Crush
Her head breaks the surface, and she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling her lips to mine. I wrap my arms around her, holding her against me as we kiss. I move my hands up her back, brushing her hair behind her ears to keep it from clinging to her wet face.
“This water feels like bathwater,” she says against my lips.
“It does feel warm, almost too warm now that I got you against me,” I tell her, moving my mouth back to hers and demanding entrance. She opens for me, allowing my tongue to slip between her lips and dance with hers. I kiss her hard, and slow, and deep. Each second I have her against me is another second that my blood boils. My stomach muscles tighten with excitement as my dick turns hard and moves against her folds. She gasps when I brush against her core, and my hand moves down to her folds, rubbing her needy clit as I begin walking us back up the bank.
Luckily, it’s almost pitch-black out now that the fire is dying. Nobody is camping around us, but even if someone happened to drive by, they’d have a hard time seeing us as I carry her over to our tent, completely bare and wrapped around me.
I drop to my knees as I hold her against me, and I unzip the tent. I try crawling in with her on me, but it’s a little harder to do than I thought. She releases me and scoots into the tent on her own with me crawling in after her. She lifts herself onto the air mattress, and after zipping the tent closed, I crawl up with her, covering her body with mine.
Her legs move up to either side of my hips, and her arms wrap around my neck again as she directs my lips to hers. Our kissing resumes as my hips take on a life of their own, grinding my length between her folds.
She’s breathing hard with her excitement, her chest rising and falling quickly as her nipples keep brushing against my bare chest. I begin kissing my way down her body. She lets out a gasp when I suck her hard nipple into my mouth, sucking as hard as I can without causing pain. Her fingers lace into my hair, and she pulls me closer. There’s no way I can get any closer without moving through her.
“Hudson,” she breathes out my name. “I need you.”
“Not nearly as bad as I need you, baby,” I reply, continuing my way down her body.
Her nails dig into my shoulder blades, and when I suck her clit into my mouth, her back arches up off the mattress, and she lets out a loud moan of approval. Watching her, hearing her, I’m painfully hard because it’s all so much of a turn-on. If I were a weaker man, I’d be coming right now just from the sight of her. But there’s no way I let go that easily. I want to be balls deep inside her all night long. I want her quivering beneath me. I want her to beg me to stop. And when I do, I want her to be so exhausted that she can’t hold her eyes open for another second.
I can tell that her release is building. Her breathing gets heavier, her moans get louder, and her nails dig further into my flesh as she pushes me to keep going and give her what she needs. I suck her clit into my mouth and flick my tongue against it. Without warning, I slide two fingers deep inside her, and she erupts around me, wiggling, moaning, thrashing, and convulsing. All of it is life-changing for me. I could die a happy man right now after watching this show. Hell, I could live out the rest of my life, only getting to be with her, and I wouldn’t complain for a moment. Being with El has done something to me. I thought I wasn’t like other men. It turns out, I’m worse.
13
ELLA
“Everything okay?” Tony asks, snapping me out of my daydream of the memories from over the weekend and camping with Hudson. We just got to be a normal couple all weekend. We swam, hiked, cuddled, and made love over and over and over…
“Oh, I’m fine. Just spacing out,” I tell him, shaking my head.
He grabs a soda out of the mini fridge and pops it open. “I’m here if you wanna talk. I mean, I know I’m not going to give you the best girlfriend advice.” He flashes me a smile and shrugs.
I laugh. “You’re such a dork. Everything is fine. I just had a great weekend, and I was reliving it.”
His smile only gets bigger. “Who’s the guy?”
My brows lift. “Who said anything about a guy?”
He rolls his blue eyes. “Oh, come on. You’ve been walking around here in a daze for weeks. If it isn’t a guy, it’s a girl. That’s the look you have when good sex is on the table.”
I gasp as I pick up a highlighter on the desk and throw it at him. With a laugh, he dodges it and darts for the door. “Fine, don’t tell me. But the truth will come out. It always does,” he says, rushing out and slamming the door behind him.
I laugh and shake my head before getting up to pick up the highlighter that I threw. I bend over, pick it up, and then I hear the door shut behind me. I turn, expecting to see Tony back for more, but I’m frozen in surprise when I see Josh standing at the door.
My eyes widen, and my mouth drops open out of shock. I shake my head clear. “What…What are you doing here?” I ask, reaching out and holding the back of a chair for balance. I suddenly feel dizzy. I never expected him to find me here. Hell, I never expected him to look for me period.
“I’m sorry to show up like this, but you refused to answer my calls, and then you changed your number completely. I had to see you. To talk to you.”
I shake my head slightly. “There’s nothing left to say, Josh. We’re done. Over. You need to turn around and go back home. Forget about me.” I turn to take a step toward my desk, but he steps up.
“I’m not leaving until you hear me out. I’ve searched for you for months.”
I take a deep breath, hoping it cools the anger boiling my blood. “Fine, let’s have a seat.”
I walk over to my desk and sit behind it, leaving him to sit across from me. At least this way, if Hudson looks in, he’ll just think I’m sitting here with a customer or something. There’s no use in getting him upset because this will lead to nothing. Nothing Josh can say will make me take him back. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. For the first time in my life, I feel like I’m living life for myself. And I have no intentions of going back.
“I can’t believe you’re working here,” he says with a smart-ass tone as he looks around the office. “I mean, you don’t even know anything about motorcycles.”
My brows lift. This is how he’s choosing to start this? “I bet I know more than you,” I throw back.
