Page 30 of Waiting for Forever
It wasn’t until she managed to gather her wits that she realized she had to be hurting him, given the white-knuckle grip she had on his hair.
She loosened her hold as he grinned up at her, winking. “Hope you find bald men attractive,” he joked.
Paige laughed as much as her breathless state would allow, then sank down on the side of her bed.
Hudson rose from his place on the floor, sitting next to her. Paige reached for him, giving him a long, hot kiss because—damn—he deserved to feel her appreciation.
As they kissed, she drew her fingers over his chest before stroking his cock through his boxer briefs. Hudson placed his hand over hers, applying pressure as she moved her palm along the thick shaft.
“I want to make this good for you, Princess,” he said, “but it’s been a long time since…”
She was surprised by that confession. Hudson was a handsome, virile man, and he didn’t seem like the sort of guy to deny himself pleasure. And not just in the sexual sense. She’d noticed he was the type of person who grabbed life by the horns, finding enjoyment in pretty much everything. Be it a large platter of barbeque ribs from the restaurant or loudly singing along with his favorite song on the radio as they worked. Hudson didn’t hold back when it came to the things that brought him happiness.
“How long is a long time?” she asked.
“Just over two years.”
She must have done a shitty job schooling her expression, because Hudson snorted at her amazement.
Then he sobered as he explained, “My dad was sick for a long time.”
Paige knew Hudson’s dad had died just prior to his return to Maris, but apart from that, he’d been quiet on the subject. Of course, she hadn’t brought it up, either, concerned it would be a painful topic for him.
“I see.”
“When I wasn’t at work, I was taking care of him. Toward the end, when it got really bad, I hired a nurse to stay with him during the day. There wasn’t time for a social life, and I wouldn’t have left him alone anyway.”
Paige’s impression of Hudson had been growing with each passing day, but knowing he’d put his life on hold to care for his father convinced her that the man he’d become was truly—truly—good.
She cupped his cheek, loving the rough feel of his beard. She gave him a soft kiss. “He was lucky to have you,” she whispered.
Hudson shrugged, clearly uncomfortable with her compliment. She wondered how much of that unease was driven by the guilt he still carried around about his teen years.
“It’s been a long time for me too,” she confessed. “So let’s not worry about longevity. I prefer quality anyway, and given that unbelievable orgasm you just produced in record time, I think it’s safe to say, I’m dining on filet mignon tonight.”
Hudson laughed. “You are too fucking adorable.” As he spoke, he rose and shucked off his boxers, giving her a bird’s-eye view of his monster cock.
“Wow.”
Hudson pulled the band out of her hair, her ponytail falling loose. Paige wore her hair in a ponytail approximately ninety-nine-point-nine percent of the time, so it occurred to her this was the first time he’d ever seen her hair down.
“Jesus,” he murmured, running his fingers through it almost reverently, pulling it over her shoulders. Her black hair was long—very long—hanging almost to her ass. It was also thick. She’d never been the type of woman to spend hours in the bathroom getting ready. Her morning routine took less than twenty minutes, and that included the shower.
“So beautiful.”
Paige smiled at his words, so ready for the next part. The orgasm she’d just had was already a faint memory, so she took his cock in her hand and stroked it. Something told her she would never get enough of this man. First thing in the morning, she’d do a little research, see if there was a sex addicts group locally, because she was already obsessed and he hadn’t even come inside her yet.
Hudson groaned low in his throat as she tightened her grip, bending to tease his head with the tip of her tongue.
“Fuck, Princess. This will be over way too fast if you keep doing that.” He grasped her wrist, gently extracting her hold onhis dick. “I want your mouth,” he admitted, running his thumb over her lower lip. “But not this time. This time, I need to be buried deep inside you.”
“I want that too.”
She climbed on the bed more fully, pulling back the duvet and scooting to the middle, patting the mattress next to her. Hudson started to join her, only to stop, cursing under his breath.
“What’s wrong?”
“The condoms are in my jeans. Which are at the bottom of the stairs. Don’t move.”
