Page 39 of Waiting for Forever
He chuckled. “Apparently, he spied us kissing by your car the other day.” Hudson had taken his lunch break at the restaurant, since Paige was working. She’d joined him, then walked out to his truck with him after the meal. While they’d kept their hands to themselves at the table, Hudson hadn’t managed to keep that distance afterward. He’d pushed her against the side of his truck, told her how much he’d missed her—even though they’d only been apart a few hours—and kissed her senseless.
“Well,” Paige mused, tapping her chin. “You’re still alive to tell the tale, so I’m taking that as a positive.”
Hudson laughed, then told her the truth. “He said you’re too good for me, that I don’t deserve you.”
Paige’s good mood evaporated in an instant, anger taking over before Hudson could tell her to put on the brakes. “He had no right! Where’s my phone?”
She started to rise, but Hudson grasped her hand, keeping her in her chair. Then he reached between her legs, under the seat, pulling the wooden chair until her thighs were tucked between his outstretched ones.
“He wasn’t wrong.”
“Like hell, he wasn’t,” she insisted. “And I’m telling him so!”
“I will never deserve someone as wonderful as you, Paige Sparks,” he said, cupping the back of her neck with one hand. “But Iamgoing to spend every single day of my life trying to.”
That confession took the wind out of her sails. “You are?” she whispered.
This was the first time either of them had alluded to the future. Unfortunately, Paige’s father must have taught her how to play poker, because her expression was giving him nothing.
No clue if she was thrilled or mortified by that prospect.
Regardless, he took the plunge. “I love you, Princess. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
She drew in a sharp breath, her eyes suddenly glistening with tears, and finally—FINALLY—a smile broke through. “I love you, too. So much. But I’m still not happy with my dad.”
“He’s challenged me to prove him wrong,” Hudson admitted. “And I’m going to.”
Paige considered that, and while he could see she truly didn’t believe he needed to prove a thing—God, that felt great—she put her concerns away.
Hudson leaned forward, kissing her. Paige was ready for him, her hand sliding through his hair. He gripped her hips,lifting her from her chair so he could deposit her on his lap. She curled up there, and they deepened the kiss.
Kissing had never been one of those things that ranked high on Hudson’s foreplay list. Probably because it was an intimate thing, and he’d never felt anywhere near the same level of closeness to past lovers as he did Paige.
Now, as always, he pulled the band from her hair, sliding his fingers through the long black waves, fanning it over her shoulders like a waterfall. Now that he’d seen her hair down, he made a habit of pulling those ponytails of hers out as soon as she got home from work.
A few nights ago, they’d done the past relationships conversation, though it had been wildly lopsided, Paige doing all the talking. Hudson’s list of lovers was nothing more than a long string of one- or two-night stands. The more he learned about her, the more he wanted to know.
He wanted to know every single one of her secrets, her hopes, her fears, her dreams.
They kissed for several minutes before Paige decided to move things along. She tugged his shirt over his head, leaning forward and sinking her teeth into his shoulder. His girl was a biter, and he loved it.
She stroked the sore spot with her tongue before planting a bunch of kisses on his neck and down his chest. Paige was apparently a big fan of his abs, as well as the tattoos on his arms. She touched them constantly, always pushing her lip out in an exaggerated pout whenever he put his shirt on in the morning. If she had her way, he’d be shirtless twenty-four-seven. He told her he wouldn’t mind obliging her, as long as it was a tit-for-tat situation, because her tits…
They were a goddamn masterpiece.
He let her play for a few minutes, then added her shirt and bra to the pile of clothing at their feet. This was how things always began between them.
One innocent kiss was followed by a hotter, longer, harder one and before he knew it, they were both naked and he was buried balls deep inside her. So far, they’d had sex in the living room, the office, the master bath, and the dining room. He’d taken Paige for a ride on his motorcycle—first out on the streets and then…in the garage. The woman was insatiable, her sex drive matching if not exceeding his own.
Tonight, it looked like they were about to add the kitchen to their list.
“Stand up, Princess.”
Paige responded without hesitation. He worked the button and zipper of her jeans free, tugging them and her panties to her knees.
He shoved their plates to one side of the table, then gripped her elbow, turning her away from him. “Bend over.”
Paige trembled, her body flushed with arousal. Both of them were fans of this position because it allowed Hudson to take her harder, deeper.
