Page 28 of Waiting for Forever
His lips returned to hers as she pulled the hem of his shirt free from his jeans. Slipping her hands beneath, she finally felt those abs that had been her primary source of distraction for weeks.
He was silk over steel, and one touch only made her greedy for more.
Hudson ended the kiss, his forehead resting against hers, the two of them breathing each other in.
“I want you,” she whispered.
“I’m yours.”
It was a simple statement, just two words, but they packed a powerful punch.
Paige leaned her head back so that she could see his face, trying to determine if he merely meant for tonight or for…
The answer reflected in his rich brown eyes, the edges crinkled in a smile that made her so happy, it took her breath away.
“I’m yours too.” She’d never said those words to another man. Never felt that way. But there wasn’t a doubt in her mind she wanted to belong to Hudson. The same way she wanted him to belong to her.
Perhaps after the haze of lust and desire stopped pounding through her, she’d come to her senses and realize this was madness.
While she no longer viewed this man as the boy who’d bullied her in school, she’d only known the adult version of him for a month. Surely that wasn’t enough time to feel this damn sure.
Sure not only about tonight, but about him and them and…
Forever.
Hudson cupped her cheek. “I can see I’m going to have to do a better job of distracting you.”
She frowned, confused.
“That brain of yours is already questioning, cataloging, maybe organizing with color-coded tabs a bunch of reasons why this isn’t exactly what we both know it is.”
She breathed out an airy laugh. “Hudson.”
“Yes, Princess?”
“I know what this is. But I still want you to distract me.”
“As you wish.” With his hands cupping her cheeks as if she were made of the most precious and fragile glass, he distracted the hell out of her with a long, heady, passionate kiss.
This time, there were no more pauses.
Just lips and hands and gasping breaths.
Hudson began unbuttoning her blouse, the silky material falling apart as the last button slipped free. His gaze lowered, taking in her lacy bra.
“Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, running his finger along the tops of her breasts, his eyes locked on her face. “I could get lost in those dark eyes of yours and never be found.”
Hudson Ryan was an honest-to-God romantic. Who knew?
Paige shrugged her shoulders, letting the blouse fall away, dropping to the floor beneath. It was then they realized they were still standing at the front door, in her very messy, dirty, work-in-progress foyer.
Hudson grinned. “Bedroom.”
She nodded, taking his hand as he led the way. He knew her house as well as she did. Hell, he might know it even better, because he’d spent more time here the past month than she had.
They made it as far as the foot of the stairs before Hudson turned toward her, kissing her once more. This one harder, hungrier.
Paige matched him, her needs flashing just as hot. She gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. She was tired of only stealing glimpses of him. The second the shirt was gone, she was there, touching him—not only with her hands, but with her lips and tongue and…
