Page 29 of Waiting for Forever
Hudson groaned when she bit his pec.
“Wildcat,” he growled, in a deep, dark, pleased tone that said he liked her roughness.
Hudson reached up, taking her ponytail in his hand, tugging it with enough strength to force her head back, her face lifted to his.
She was a big fan of hair-pulling, her cheeks flushing, her arousal reaching fever pitch.
“You like that. Like when I’m rough,” he murmured, without waiting for a response. He didn’t need one. “You’re perfect.”
That word had chafed and annoyed her ever since that stupid newspaper article, but not anymore. Not with him.
Hudson kissed her again, neither of them coming up for air for several minutes. God, it could have been several hours for all she knew.
When they parted the next time, they were both breathless and flushed, the heat between them enough to burn the house down. She was also now missing her bra, and Hudson’s jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped.
She grinned.
Hudson narrowed his eyes, curious about her mirth.
“It feels like we’re leaving a trail of clothing so we can find our way back to the front door,” she said.
He chuckled, then shucked off his boots, kicking them next to her bra. “Then, I’ll leave another crumb here.”
She took his hand, the two of them climbing the stairs. They stopped every few steps to add another article of clothing to their trail—Hudson’s jeans, her sandals. At the top, he stripped off his socks.
They’d focused all their home renovations thus far on the downstairs. As such, the master bedroom was untouched. Mercifully, the wallpaper in this room was somewhat more subdued—although it was an obnoxious teal color—and the carpet, while old, wasn’t that godawful shag variety.
Not that any of that mattered right now, because neither of them bothered to turn on the light. There was enough provided from the moon and streetlamp outside that they could see each other just fine.
And what she could see of Hudson wasseriouslyfucking fine. He stood before her in just his boxer briefs, his hard cock barely contained by the cotton.
Paige bit her lip briefly, wondering if she’d bitten off more than she could chew because…well, it appeared Hudson swung more than just one big hammer.
He wasted no time leveling the playing field, helping her out of her jeans. Then, he went one step farther, drawing her panties over her hips as well. He followed the scrappy piece of lace all the way down until he was on his knees in front of her.
Paige shivered with excitement and anticipation, wondering what he was going to do next. When he leaned forward, parting her folds with his thumbs, she whimpered.
“Hudson,” she whispered.
“Shh, Princess.” His breath blew on her now-exposed clit, and she closed her eyes, dizzy with need.
Hudson didn’t say anything else. Instead, he let his mouth and his fingers do the talking. And what a story they were telling.
Paige decided right then and there words were highly overrated, as he stroked his tongue up and down, leaving no partof her pussy untouched. She moaned when he circled her clit, then brought his teeth to the game, giving the sensitive nub a nip that was dead center of playful and painful.
She loved it.
Her hands flew to his shoulders, seeking purchase when her knees went weak.
Hudson continued to lick her clit, pushing her thighs apart to give him better access.
She gripped his hair when he pushed two of his thick, calloused fingers inside her, and Paige trembled, shocked to realize just how close she was to coming.
Within three rough thrusts, Hudson pushed her to the brink, and when he sucked her clit into his mouth in conjunction with his fourth thrust, she leapt into the abyss.
“Hudson!” she cried out, her body bowing forward, her spine officially jelly.
He was ready for her, one of his strong hands gripping her hip, holding her steady as her orgasm tore through her like a category five tornado.
