Page 109 of What About Us
I growl quietly in frustration and look away.
He turns my head toward him with a finger under my chin. “If you want the lights off, I’ll respect it,” he says softly. “But just know that nothingabout your body will ever turn me off, ok? I literally cannot stop thinking about every inch of you.”
I silently watch him.
He pushes out his bottom lip a bit, eyes taking on a pouty glint. “Please? Betty and Wilma are perfect, I know it.”
A laugh bursts out of me, shaking the bed a bit. “You named my tits Betty and Wilma?”
“Yeah, just now.” He grins, then runs a hand down my stomach, stopping when he gets to the strip of curls between my thighs. “And this is Pebbles.”
My lashes sweep my cheeks, and a ghost of a smile pulls my lips up. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I know.” He chuckles and nudges me. “Please?”
With a sassy roll of my eyes, I take a deep breath, but inside, I’m scared to death. Scared he’ll laugh. Scared he’ll make a joke. But this is Hudson. I trust him. Slowly, I bring my arms to rest on my stomach.
He leans up on an elbow and takes me in. I watch his face for any sign of revulsion or twitch of his lips that tells me he’ll laugh at me. But he doesn’t. His gaze trails over me like a physical thing; so weighty, it feels suffocating. I can’t take the silence.
My voice comes out quiet when I say, “I can put a shirt on.”
His eyes flick to mine. “The fuck you will. Why would you do that?”
I shrug. “You’re not saying anything.”
He makes a choking sound. “That’s because all the blood in my body is rushing to my junk right now.”
The line is cheesy as fuck, but his words hit their mark, and a deep blush floods my cheeks. I smile. “Oh.”
Then, he rolls his eyes up to mine in a silent question for permission to touch me. I nod once.
He tentatively raises a hand, cupping one breast in his palm, before sweeping a thumb over my nipple. It pulls a breathy sigh from my lips and his eyes land on mine. “You want to know what I see?”
Hesitant, I nod. “Ok.”
His eyes trail over my chest, his hand following, as he speaks low and soft. “Creamy skin—just bigger than a handful—perfectly round areolas, and tight, puckered nipples the same dark pink shade as your beautiful pussy.”
Now I’mreallyblushing.
“They’re fucking perfect, Finn. Just like everything else about you.” His gaze lands on mine, and when he runs his thumb over my nipple again, my chest blooms with heat at the tender way he looks at the one part of my body I’ve been embarrassed about for my entire life.
The back of my throat stings and I swallow hard, forcing myself to clear it and not cry.
“I don’t want you to hide your body from me. Understand?”
I nod, a smile tipping up the corner of my mouth. “Ok.”
He runs a fingertip around my other nipple, and I arch into his touch. “They’re better than I imagined, for the record.” His eyes briefly flick to mine before returning to my chest. “Every inch of you is. My best friend is hot as fuck.”
That makes me grin. “God, you must be obsessed with me to spend so much time thinking about my body.”
A low, rumbling chuckle shakes his chest, and he leans up to press a kiss on my lips. “Baby, I’ve fisted my cock to thoughts of your body more times than I can count.”
I’m sure my eyes are filled with lust, but my tone is teasing when I say, “Perv.”
“You like it,” he says, before he dips his head and pulls a rosy nipple into his mouth, sucking then flicking it with his tongue.
“Who knew Hudson Hayes could fuck like a god?” I moan and then suck in a sharp breath when he gently closes his teeth on my nipple.
