Page 49 of Caged

My hands go to his head and tug him closer. Needing more.

I yank his hair, and he groans a long sexy sound that vibrates through my body. “Jesus, baby. You’re so fucking tight on my finger.” He slips a second one inside me and looks up, his pupils blown wide as I squirm. “You like that, Maddie? Imagine how good it’s gonna feel when it’s my cock inside you.”

Desperation turns to ecstasy as my walls clamp down on his fingers, and I soar. Stars explode behind my eyes, and convulsions rack my body, then he pushes me past any limit I ever thought I’d have. Sucking. Licking. Until he’s wrung every last breath from my limp body.

He sits up, and my eyes lock on his before he runs his finger up and down my sex one more time. When I moan, those fingers dip back inside me, then up to my face to trace my lips. “Taste yourself, Madison.” He pushes them in my mouth, and I swirl my tongue around the tips, then suck them deep into my throat. My body still hot and needy. Loving what we’re doing and ready for more. Eager to please. “That’s it,” he groans. “Such a good fucking girl.”

Hudson’s groan of pleasure is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

Knowing I did that makes me brave, and I trail the tips of my fingers down his chest, over his stacked muscles and cut lines, then underneath the waist band of his pajama bottoms. Ready to return the favor.

But his hand catches mine by the wrist, and in one smooth move, we’re turned around on the bed. My back soaks in the warmth against Hudson’s chest. One arm is tucked under my head, the other wrapped around me, while his face is buried in my neck. Goosebumps break out over my heated flesh even before his lips press against my skin.

I tilt my head back, disappointed. This feels like heaven, but I want more...

As if reading my mind, he whispers against my ear, “Tonight’s for you, sunshine. I’ve got a fight in a few days, and as much as I want to... and trust me when I say I really, really want to... I can’t throw awayallthe rules.” He presses his lips to mine, and I relax. “But don’t worry. I’m not done with you yet.”

I roll over in his arms and wrap myself around him.

Loving the fact that I can.

That this feels right.

“If you have to withhold, then so do I, King. You just said you’ve got a fight in three days.” I kiss him again, slower this time. Cupping his face in my hands. Lightly kissing the outer corner of his lips, his jaw, his forehead. I kiss all the places I’ve dreamed of kissing on this man. Excitement courses through me that I’m finally able to feel his body relax under my touch. It’s a heady feeling. “You need your beauty sleep for your last big day in the gym before the fight.” I don’t give him a chance to argue and lay my head in the crook of his neck, breathing him in.

Hudson laughs but doesn’t argue.

Though I’ve got a feeling he wants to. His breath evens out, and his arms grow heavy around my body as he drifts off to sleep, leaving me alone with my thoughts on tonight. On this past week. Even the past three years.

Evaluating your life is a nerve-racking thing. Really trying to look at it with a different lens than the one you typically use. A new perspective. It’s intimidating. And for me, change is scary. But this change feels like it’s for the better. Like it’s meant to be.

I’m not sure how much time passes in the silence of the night, while I’m lost in my thoughts, before I gently press my lips to Hudson’s neck and quietly whisper, “I think I was waiting for you to fix me.”

His heavy arms tighten around me. “You were never broken, Maddie. And I would have waited forever for you.”

MADDIE

“Good morning, sunshine.” The bed dips down under Hudson’s weight, letting me know he’s next to me before his fingers run over my messy hair.

I force my tired eyes open and drag them up his bare chest.

I will never get tired of this view.

“Well, that’s good to hear,” Hud chuckles, and my face flames with mortification.

Clutching the sheet to my chest, I sit up and hide my face. “I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, you did.” He presses his lips to the top of my head, and I melt into him, desperate for his touch and not sure how we got here.

“Good morning.” My scratchy voice feels forced in the quiet room. “What time is it?”

“Time to get up.” He stands and pulls me to my feet, then cups my naked butt, lifting me until I wind my legs around his waist.

“Hudson...” I laugh. “What are you doing?”

“Conserving water.” He walks us into the bathroom, turns on the shower, shoves his shorts off, and steps under the spray while I cling to him. “I could get used to this, Maddie.”

He runs his nose up the side of my neck, and I arch into him. “Mmm... Get used to what?”

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