Page 125 of Bridesmaid By Chance
“What do you want, Hudson?” I ask as his hand travels up my side, to my back, and to the clasp of my bra. “Tell me what you want.”
He wets his lips and I can see him wavering, fighting with himself.
“Do you want me naked?”
“Fuck,” he breathes out. “I do. I really fucking do.”
I reach behind me to undo my bra, but he stops me, his eyes opening to mine.
“Don’t.”
“Do you want to do it?” I ask.
“No, I don’t…I don’t want you doing anything. I want you to get dressed.”
“Hudson,” I say in disappointment. “Just take what you want.”
He shakes his head and then lifts away. “No. I won’t.” He then leans forward and kisses the tip of my nose, but instead of pulling away, he lingers, his mouth moving what feels like a centimeter south, right above mine.
I won’t do it. I won’t close the distance—it has to be him.
He has to be the one that makes the move.
“Do it,” I whisper. “Kiss me.”
He wets his lips again, and I swear, when I feel him lean forward just a little more, my heart stops beating and my breath seizes in my lungs. I wait.
I wait for that moment.
For the one both of us has been waiting for.
Just kiss me.
Please.
End this misery and kiss me, Hudson.
He sucks in a sharp breath and then leans away, pushing off the wall and taking two steps back. He tugs on his hair and stares me down.
Jesus, I’ve never seen a man with such strong willpower.
Got to give him credit.
“Dress and hat it is, then,” I say as I slip back into the bedroom.
Chapter Eighteen
HUDSON
Head on fucking straight, Hopper.
You have things you have to accomplish.
Deals to be made.
Businesses to grow.
There is no need to be doing anything but that.
