Page 77 of Tequila Haze

“We’ll go through two rounds of security before they let us into the back. Hudson should be there so you might get to see lover boy before he hits the stage.” He follows it up with a dramatic kissing noise.

“You are too much.” I laugh, not waiting for him as I open the door and quickly slide out of the vehicle.

Colton leads me to a locked back door guarded by two large individuals who inspect our passes quite thoroughly before letting us inside. We go down a long hall, to the right, and down another hall before we reach another security area. The two guards working this station must be with the tour because they take one look at Colton and wave us through.

Hudson’s dressing room is the last one on the left, sitting directly across from the door that readsTravis Travers, printed on a large white piece of paper.

“What do you think would happen if I knocked on his door right now?” I ask Colton in a way of a joke, pointing to Travis’ room.

“He’s a cool enough dude. Though I think if Hud found out you knocked on Travis’ door before his, he might be a little salty.”

“You think so?” I scrunch my nose, having a hard time envisioning Hudson jealous.

“Oh I know so.” He shakes his head before reaching up and wrapping on Hudson’s door.

“Yeah?” comes from the other side of the door. Listening to Hudson over the phone is nice, but in person is the absolute best.

“It’s me,” Colton says seconds before pushing the door open and ushering me inside.

My eyes connect with Hudson who’s lounging on a couch along the back wall, his phone in his hand like he was in the middle of texting or calling someone.

He drops the device the instant he sees me and springs to his feet.

“About fucking time,” he grumbles, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me to his chest. “I was just about to message you.”

“We didn’t know how long your interview would run so I took Lennon for a bite to eat and to the hotel to change,” Colton explains.

“Trying to move in on my girl?” Hudson says over my head, looking at his best friend.

“Just seeing that she’s taken care of.” He chuckles. “I’ll be outside waiting when you’re ready for me to take her to the stage.” Seconds later the door latches closed. Hudson’s hands move to my shoulders, guiding me a few inches backward so he can look down at me.

“My god. I’m gonna be absolute shit tonight.” His eyes scan my face before taking me in all the way to my toes. “No way am I gonna be able to focus knowing you’re just feet from me, looking like this, and it will be hours before I can touch you.”

“You could touch me now if you’d stop talking already.” I smile, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck.

“I’m so happy you’re here.” He brushes my hair over my shoulder before his hand finds my jaw.

“I’m so happy to be here.” I smile. “Now shut up and kiss me.”

“As you wish.” He smirks, his lips meeting mine in an instant.

The kiss is gentle, slow and sweet. And while I love every second of it, I need more.

Tightening my grip on his neck, I press against him, wanting to feel his hard body touching mine all over. It doesn’t take much convincing either. As soon as Hudson realizes I want more, he gives me more.

Backing me into the dressing room door, he kisses me harder, deeper, more urgent, and it’s not long before we’re clawing at each other like two wild animals in heat.

Hudson’s hand skirts up the front of my shirt and right as he starts to toy with the waist band of my jeans, a knock vibrates against my back.

“Fuck.” Hudson freezes, dropping his forehead against mine.

“Five minutes,” a man’s voice calls from the hallway.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Hudson chants under his breath, grinding his hard length into my stomach. “Think we could make five minutes work?” He pulls back and smiles down at me.

“Unlikely.” I sigh, shaking my head. “But don’t worry, I’m all yours later,” I promise, pushing up on my tip toes to kiss the side of his mouth.

“Later can’t come soon enough,” he groans, kissing me again. His tongue does one long seductive sweep against mine before he pulls away.

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