Page 58 of Stealthy Seduction
He brushed his thumb over her swollen lower lip. And then his mouth was on hers again, and the world fell away. The kiss spiraled into a deeper ache, into an urgency that had her gripping his shoulders, nails biting into his skin.
His groan was raw and guttural, and it sent a fresh wave of heat racing through her veins.
His kisses trailed down her throat, lips lingering at the hollow there, then lower still, until her back bowed off the bed in offering. In hurried movements, they tore off each other’s clothes.
His mouth was back on her before she could blink, his tongue tracing lazy circles around her peaked nipples, teasing, then sucking hard enough to make her cry out.
She tangled her fingers in his hair, guiding him, unable to keep still. Her body was a live wire, every nerve ending sparking under his touch.
“Hudson, please! I need…” The words spilled out, breathless, shameless.
He knew exactly what she needed.
In a swift move, he stretched out between her legs, his eyes gleaming up at her as he guided her knees apart, pressing them back and holding her there…
Then buried his tongue inside her. The tight clench of need stole her every thought. She barely contained her cries of bliss as he dragged his tongue through her slippery folds and applied pressure to her clit.
She rocked. Bucked. Raked her fingers along his scalp, urging, urging. The explosion inside her came swift andboundless. With a hard jerk, she came apart, shaking and begging.
Begging for what? She hardly knew. All she wanted was right here in this room. The man making love to her was all she’d ever dreamed of finding.
Her body pulsed on the waves until he brought her down with a final shuddering sigh.
He lifted his head, his mouth slick and hungry, his chest rising and falling with restraint. “I want to take my time, Izzy. I want to remember every second with you.”
Her heart clenched at the raw honesty in his voice. But her body screamed for more.Now.
She pulled him down again, kissed him hard. “Then don’t hold back. Not with me.”
The last tether of his control snapped. He yanked open the drawer of the nightstand and ripped open a condom packet. She watched through hooded eyes as he pushed onto his knees and slid the condom over his long, stiff cock.
She surged upward to capture his lips in a wild kiss as he lifted her off the bed. The broad head of his cock slid against her folds, and she moaned, lifting her hips in demand.
In one slick shove, he filled her with his cock.
“Hudson!”
“Oh Christ, honey.”
The way he drawled that sweet endearment had changed since he first used it. He’d made himself her protector. Then her lover.
Now…he was so much more.
He pressed forward, slow at first, stretching her, filling her until she gasped, clutching at him like she might shatter apart.
“God, Izzy,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to hers. “You feel so good. So damn good.”
The stretch gave way to a delicious fullness, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, anchoring him to her. “Don’t stop,” she murmured against his mouth.
He didn’t. Each movement drove him deeper, harder, until the bed creaked beneath them.
But for every ounce of force, there was equal tenderness—his hand cradling her head, his lips scattering kisses along her cheek, her jaw, her mouth.
Her body clenched around him, pleasure mounting higher and higher until she thought she might break. He reached between them, thumb finding her swollen bud, pressing, circling in time with his thrusts.
She splintered again. The climax ripped through her, fierce and unstoppable, her cries muffled against his shoulder. Her body pulsed around him, drawing him deeper, dragging him over the edge with her, where he belonged.
Hudson growled her name, the sound raw and possessive, and thrust one last time before he spilled into her in hot, hard jerks. He held her tight, his body trembling with the force of it, his breath ragged against her ear.
