Page 57 of When the Time Is Right
On his knees beside me, he looked down at himself and then lifted his gaze to mine. It had to be written all over my face.
“Hey,” he said and lifted my hand to his lips. “You trust me?”
Without hesitation, I nodded, but that didn’t do anything to quell the anxiety forming in the pit of my stomach. What if we legit weren’t compatible?
Flipping my wrist over, he pressed his mouth on the underside and then spoke against my skin as he worked his way up. “Wipe that worried look off your face, Lex. I know what I’m doing.” The sexiest, most playfully wicked grin spread across his face. Confidently, he whispered from only a few inches away, “Relax. I’m going to make you come so hard and get you so wet, there won’t be an issue when I push inside you, and I’m going to love every fucking second of it.”
My heart all but stopped. How had a man like this been under my nose all this time?
One thing about Hudson: He never lied.
And as he explored me and turned me inside out, he praised my body aloud, telling me over and over, “You’re so damn perfect.”
With his lips and fingers at my sex for only God knew how long, he pulled not one…not two…but three of the most toe-curling orgasms out of me. With me languid in his arms, he positioned us on our sides, face-to-face, and with his masterful hand, he palmed my ass and then draped my leg over his hip. He shifted ever so slightly and straddled my other leg, making us one tangled mess of sweat and need.
My eyes were heavy with desire, and my whole body was consumed with a euphoria like I’d never experienced before.
Expertly, he slipped his hand between us and guided his tip to my slick and ready entrance.
“Hi.” He smiled when I slowly blinked up at him.
“Hi,” I mouthed, breathless.
His smile faded, and his blue eyes leveled me. “Let me make you mine.”
“Please.”
Then, gently, with more control than I’d ever dreamed this powerful man had, he sank into me inch by perfect inch.
We were pleasure and pain.
We were gentle and savage.
We were scratches and tenderness and bites and moans and screams, and before it was all done, I was Hudson Bradley’s and he was gasping for air, with his eyes pinched shut, saying my name.
There was no going back.The bright morning sun warmed my face, stealing me from sleep. With the sweet, well-used ache of my muscles, I could have slept for a million years. My eyes weren’t even open, but a lazy smile pulled at my lips as erotic memories flooded my senses.
Though the cool, empty bed beside me left a lot to be desired.
I did a quick one-eyed geographical check, and yep, I was at Lex’s house. A few of her red hairs still clung to the pillow beside me, serving as proof for my doubt-filled mind that it hadn’t been some fever dream taunting me with what-ifs.
She’d been there.
We’d been there.
Together, moving together, sweat clinging to our bodies, our moans crashing like waves.
We’d fallen asleep, sated and wrapped in each other’s arms.
And now, if I knew Lex, she was somewhere nearby, stuck in her head, flipping the fuck out.
I could fix that though. And after last night, there wasn’t a job in the world I was looking forward to more.
I knifed out of bed and immediately froze when I found her sitting in one of the two chaise lounges that flanked her bay windows. Her hair was piled on the top of her head, and she was wearing nothing but my white undershirt. I took that as a good sign even as it made my cock twitch.
“Morning,” I rumbled, running a hand through the top of my hair.
With her legs tucked tight underneath her, she stared at me, an oversized mug of coffee in her hands, a blank expression on her face. “Morning.”
“Scale of one to ten, how bad is the shit happening in your head right now?”
Her lips thinned as she swayed her head from side to side. “Four.”
I stood up, the sheet falling away.
And as her gaze raked down my naked body, lingering on my cock, she amended her statement. “Nine.”
Chuckling, I padded over to her and took the coffee from her hands. Her emerald-green eyes tracked my every movement as I stole a sip before setting it aside. And then, with no warning or discussion, I shoved one arm under her legs and one behind her back and lifted her off the chair.
“Hudson!” she exclaimed, clinging to my neck.
I carried her back to the bed and placed her on her pillow before climbing over her to my side.
My side. Fuck, I liked the sound of that. One night and I wanted to claim it all—mainly and especially her.
