Page 42 of The Sweetest Cruelty: Hudson
My pulse took off as he released the parted fabric and raised one hand, slowly tracing his fingertips across my collarbone. Goose bumps blossomed across my entire body.
Hudson’s head tilted to one side as he studied me like I was the most precious thing he had ever seen.
My heart started to thump against my chest. I wanted him to continue to unwrap me, like I was a gift for his eyes only.
What are you doing? Close your shirt, tell him to back the hell off!
I glanced down to watch the journey his fingers were making across my skin as Hudson dropped his hand to the swell of my breasts above my bra. Lust crashed against my pelvis as his thumb skirted along the edge of the lace there. It would be so easy for him to peel my bra down and touch me there, but he didn’t. His fingers just lingered, moving back and forth, barely touching me. Was this part of his game, the waiting, the anticipation?
My skin felt super sensitive, and he must have been able to see how hard my nipples were as they pushed against my bra, almost begging for his touch.
Hudson stood tall and proud, and from the look on his face, he was as turned on as I was.
“I bet you taste so sweet,” Hudson drawled, and my heart skipped. “Are you wet for me, English?”
“No,” I husked, trying to fight the attraction.
“Liar.” The fingers of one hand started to trail between the valley of my breasts and down my stomach. They stopped as they reached the waistband of my skirt, and I held my breath. “I wonder what I would find if I slipped my hand inside your panties? I bet you’d be soaking.”
“Yes,” I whispered, closing my eyes.
BANG!
Wait what?My eyes shot open in shock.
Something had CRASHED against the side of the building, causing me to jump and knocking Hudson out of his sensual trance. Our eyes met, and he dared to grin at me. It broke the spell, and I went to push his hand away, but he shook his head.
“Easy,” he warned, his tone firm but soothing.
I was dumbfounded and reeling from his sexual comments. Had hereallysaid those things to me, or had I imagined it?
“I can do it,” I panted, but he took control, knocking away my fingers and tugging the fabric back over my chest. Hudson worked the buttons into their holes quickly and efficiently. I imagined he’d be used to dressing girlsandundressing them. The thought left a bad taste in my mouth.
Once he was done, he tucked the shirt into the waistband of my skirt. His rough movements jerked my body back and forth.
“There,” he said, admiring his handywork with a smug expression.
“That was fast,” I panted, flipping my unruly hair back and glancing down at my body. My shirt was now back covering me and was fully rebuttoned, in therightholes this time.
Hudson scratched a hand over his strong jaw and quirked me a look. “It’s not my first rodeo.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Buttoning in general or specificallywomen’sclothing?”
Another smirk appeared, and boy, eventhatwas sexy. “I think we both know it’s the latter.” I felt a surge of jealousy.
Hiding my response, I rolled my eyes and turned to grab my tie, holding it out to him, but he raised his hands in surrender, “You’ll have to deal withthat. I can only do myself.”
I ignored his blatant innuendo and felt like saying. Ha, so there is at leastsomethingyou can’t do.
Hudson took a step back but continued to watch me as I re-did my school tie, suddenly feeling hot and bothered. He was so calm and cool, I felt like I was about to melt into a puddle.
“Anyway, thank you. I guess,” I said, once I was ready.
He shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels, saying, “For what?”
Smoothing my skirt down, I drew in a breath and continued, “For being a gentleman, I suppose.” Bearing in mind, he could have done much more, and I probably would have let him. Irrespective of the thought of him as a coordinator of sexual favours for the football team.
Hudson raised a hand and pushed some hair behind my ear, a gesture he had done in the library. That was the only move he had made that felt like it came from the boy I met at the beginning of the week. This version of Hudson felt much meaner and more dangerous.
