Page 84 of Playing With Fire
“I’d be honored to do all of that. You don’t have to tiptoe around me, Hud. The situations are not even close to the same thing. Iwantto be where you are. You compliment me, support me, and build me up. He made demands, took me for granted, and tore me down,” I explain.
Hudson just smiles and nods as he feels the water in the shower.
“It’s good. You go first. Do you want anything to drink? I didn’t bring much, but I brought the tequila because I wasn’t sure how this was going to go.”
I shake my head and reach for him. “No on the tequila. I need to keep a clear head. But I was thinking we could kill two birds with one stone and share the shower?”
“Lead the way.” He steps in behind me without an argument.
I barely have time to reach for the shampoo before Hudson’s soapy hands land on my shoulders, kneading gently.
“That feels so good,” I say on a sigh, working hard to stay upright and not slump back against him.
There’s nothing overtly sexual about his touch yet it’s exactly what I need. He works his way down my back, ass, and legs before gently turning me and doing the same thing to my front.
Then Hudson washes my hair.
I haveneverfelt so loved and cared for in my life.
My hands grab his waist to keep myself steady and I marvel at how he doesn’t pull away from me.
“Tilt your head back so I can rinse the shampoo,” he whispers.
My eyes close and I do as he says, wrapping my arms more tightly around him. With everything going on tonight, sex nevercrossed my mind. But clinging to Hudson now as the hot water pelts my back and his glorious body is at my front, I start to feel it. That need for him. That need for physical closeness that I’ve always craved.
Monday morning, our world is going up in flames, but we have this moment right now. Currently, my daughter is safe, my marriage is over, and my soon-to-be-ex knows it. Hudson isn’t a secret anymore, and I finally returned to the ocean.
As I sort through the emotions warring within me, there’s only one that can quiet the others. And even though it’ll be temporary, it’ll also be worth it.
I shift my hips against Hudson’s groin, finding him already half hard.
“Sorry about that,” he says, looking down at his growing cock between us. “There is absolutely no expectation. I just don’t have much control over that thing.” He laughs.
“I know the timing’s probably a little inappropriate, but…” I trail off, embarrassed for half a second before I remember who I am, how to ask for what I want, and that I no longer care what others think. “I want to make love to you.”
Without judging, chastising, or reprimanding my timing, Hudson sweeps my wet hair off my shoulder with the back of his hand before latching his palm to the back of my neck and pulling my face to his. Whispering against my lips, he says, “I’ll give you anything you want,” before he devours my mouth in the most perfect, searing kiss.
Suddenly, too warm, I move to turn the water down, but he stops me. “Let me rinse off really fast. I have an idea.”
Nodding, I open the glass shower door and begin drying off.
A couple minutes later, Hudson gets out and quickly runs the towel over his hard body. Neither of us reaches for clothes or moves to cover ourselves up, but when I follow him into theliving room, he grabs a blanket from the back of the couch before opening the sliding glass door.
On the deck are two loungers and a small teakwood table with four matching chairs. Hudson puts three of the chairs in a semicircle almost right against the railing.
“If it gets too cold, we’ll pivot, but I have a sneaking suspicion we’ll stay plenty warm.” He leads me to the wooden railing and points to the chairs. “I want your ass right here,” he says, pointing to the rail. “And one of your feet in each of these chairs on the sides so you’re spread nice and wide for me.”
I hop up like he asks and he drapes the blanket over my shoulders before sitting in the middle chair, scooting closer. His arms are draped over my thighs, and his hands are gripping my ass, keeping me firmly rooted in place.
As soon as his mouth connects with my greedy flesh, my hands fly to his hair and I hold on for dear life, letting Hudson work his magic.
Chapter 34
Hudson
Icould fucking suffocate in her pussy and die a happy man. With Shannon in my arms and the sounds and scents of the ocean surrounding us, I’ve never felt more at peace in my life, which is painfully ironic since I’m pretty sure my life has never been more of a mess.
I pull her to me, eating like a starved man until she’s gasping for breath above me. Wanting to be inside her when she tips over the edge, I push back and stand, helping her off the railing and leading her to one the lounge chairs.
