Page 52 of Bedhead

“I am. My dick says you’re welcome.”

“Tell your dick to fuck off.”

I chuckled. “If you want another one-on-one, you’re gonna have to give him a few minutes.”

“You’re insufferable, you know that?”

That might’ve sounded harsh if he wasn’t trying to bite back a grin.

“I think you like that about me.” I rolled to my side facing him and shoved a pillow under my elbow. Looking at him now, arms crossed behind his head and gloriously naked, his spent cock still glistening from my mouth…he was so damn sexy. I thought I’d had his body so perfectly ingrained in my mind all these years, but seeing him now, I noticed all the changes from our time apart. His chest and arms were broader, his abs more defined, with a light dusting of hair. The cut of his V had deepened, showing off his impressive cock nestled in dark, trimmed curls.

And that face? Jesus. When he wasn’t scowling, he was the hottest guy I’d ever seen.

Okay, maybe he was still hot evenwitha scowl.

My gaze dropped to his lips, which were pink and plump from being wrapped around my cock. His taste was still on my tongue, which meant mine was still on his, and fuckin’ hell—I might be ready for round two sooner than I thought.

“You’re staring,” he said.

“What are you gonna do about it?”

Hudson rolled his head to the side, meeting my eyes. “Always trying to provoke.”

“I can’t seem to help myself around you.”

“I don’t think you try.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. You’re too easy to rile up. And I—” I cut myself off before I could say too much, but Hudson wasn’t having it.

“And you what?”

Ugh. Why was I always the one spilling my guts around here? “I just enjoy getting a”—I searched for the right word—“reactionout of you.”

Anyreaction, really. Usually that came in the form of throwing back whatever biting words he lobbed my way, but getting that attention from him was better than none at all. He couldn’t ignore me. If he hated me, that only meant he was passionate, which was a stone’s throw away from love, really. A thin line and all.

With the way Hudson was searching my face, I wondered how much it was giving away. He’d always been the one with a poker face, not me. Mine gave up all my secrets.

I bit down on my lip as his gaze lingered on my mouth before traveling down my body, perusing me the same way I’d done to him. Damn, I liked his eyes on me. I knew firsthand how hard it was to get his attention, so I practically preened like a peacock.

Aaand maybe my dick took notice of that hot stare too, because when it jerked, Hudson groaned again and sat up suddenly.

“Going somewhere?” I said.

“I can’t talk to you naked.”

I waggled my brows. “We don’t have to talk.”

He shot me a look and leaned over the side of the bed, rifling through his clothes. When he didn’t find what he was looking for, he stood up, showing off his impressive backside.

“Feel free to stay just like that,” I said, admiring the view.

Ignoring me, he snatched up his briefs from the end of the bed, and I moaned at his perfect ass as he bent over. If this thing wasn’t a one-and-done, I’d be marking that unblemished skin with my teeth.

Hudson had to go and ruin it, though, by sliding his briefs back on. Then he grabbed the laptop from where it still sat at the end of the bed and moved it to the table.

As he took up his spot beside me again, lying on his back, I said, “You don’t want to finish it? We didn’t even get halfway through.”

“I think I’ve read enough to get the gist for now.”

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