Page 29 of Worth the Risk

Which is kind of what I was expecting when I strolled into the living room, because I want Hudson Arrows to take me the way he did the night we met.

9

PIPER

“Ipacked for all occasions.” I give him a sultry look and rest my hands against his firm shoulders.

“You are such a good girl, Piper,” Hudson says huskily, and I hear desire laced in his tone. He pulls my body closer and ensures that I’m positioned over his now-hard member, which causes me to let a moan of approval escape my lips.

He runs his hands up my body, and the material of my nighty drags with them to reveal that I have on a matching thong. He tips his head to get a better view, and after his inspection, he whistles in approval.

“Averygood girl.”

Our mouths meet and the kiss is warm and slow, a confirmation that this is what we want. He presses his firm lips to mine, and his tongue delves inside of my mouth. This man has the ability to kiss my breath away; I’m not immune to that fact floating in my head.

I break the kiss and reach over to the bucket of ice on the side table, and my body position gives Hudson ample opportunity to slide the strap down my shoulder and brush his lips along my skin and collarbone. The movement causing a sensation to spread across my breasts and my nipples to peak.

Grabbing a piece of ice, I hold it up to show him. “I want that night again,” I whisper and press the cold cube against my neck, gliding it down slowly in the direction of my breasts.

Hudson’s chuckle is a devilish rumble, and he acts quickly, because next thing I know, he grips my hips and tosses me off his lap where I land on my back along the couch cushion. Before I can even settle, he’s hovering over me with confident eyes.

He coaxes my thighs wider, and he settles his body between them.

“As much as I want to watch you touch yourself with an ice cube, I think you’ll remember that you won’t get a chance to lead, but points for effort, baby.” He pins my wrists above my head and leans over me, taking the ice from between my fingers in his teeth.

I remember. How could I forget? There’s a reason this man is a coach. He likes to demand and be in control, and he has a winning mindset which works in my favor.

His eyes meet my own for one last check, and I can only nibble my bottom lip because my entire body is on fire, and my back lifts off the sofa to give into the feeling of the cube against me.

The burn of the cold ice isn’t going to be enough to unwind me. Instead, Hudson is causing me to writhe from a desire that makes my pussy clench and ache. With the ice visible between his teeth, he uses his hand to pull the fabric down to reveal my nipple, and he squeezes and pinches, but it’s more a quick caress or warning.

Using his mouth, he begins at the base of my neck and glides the ice to my nipple and circles, leaving a wet trail. He gives attention to each hard bud then pulls back slightly, showing me the ice is still trapped between his teeth. He does this while he pulls my legs up toward the ceiling, resting my ankles against his shoulder and he slides my thong up and off my body.

The moment my underwear flies through the air, he is already bringing my feet back to the couch. Keeping my legs wide, he dives in eagerly, the ice hitting my clit in one swift move, and I whimper before my breathing grows labored.

I let out a gasp and comb my fingers through his hair, then tighten my grip to hold on. Looking down at him, I watch as he uses the ice with such skill, creating a pattern up and down on my pussy, only to land on my clit. He circles and circles, causing me to teeter toward an edge already arriving.

Hudson peers up at me because I know he likes to watch me, especially when he’s holding my thighs to keep them parted.

“I’m almost there already,” I warn him with a strained breath and my vision is hazy.

My statement grabs his attention because he abandons his efforts, brings his head up, but still holds me wide then spits out the cube onto the floor.

“I want you to come, but it has to be on my tongue. I love your taste; it lingers in my mouth for days.” He nearly jumps off the couch before he picks me up and slings me over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” I can hear the smile in my voice.

He walks in the direction of the stairs, spanking my ass in a playful manner, as my lingerie is in a mess around my waist. “No fucking way you’re coming on my sofa. The first time in this house is going to be on my bed.”

This man is in far too good of shape, as he’s carrying me up the stairs like I’m a doll, and it’s so fucking hot.

“But my first time coming in this house was last night,” I correct him with a coy voice, reminding him I was alone in the guest room, knowing damn well that it’s a tease and the truth.

He growls at my words as he walks into his room and sets me down in front of the bed. I take a second to take in my surroundings of a large room with windows wrapped around the corner to overlook the lake. The bed is big enough for four, and I’m taken back by the white linens with a soft green throw blanket and matching pillows.

But I’m snapped back into what is happening when I see Hudson eagerly getting his shirt off.

“As much as I want you against the window, we’re going to deviate a little on the replay. On all fours, Piper. Middle of the bed,” he orders as he swings his shirt to the side onto the floor, and he begins to work his jeans.

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