Page 119 of Bridesmaid By Chance
“I’ll tell you what I think, Sloane. I think the guy is a dick and has no respect for the fact that you’re wearing my goddamn ring on your finger.I saw the way he was looking at you. I saw the way he said goodbye. The asshole is trying to make his move.”
“Hudson, he’s not trying?—”
“You’re mine,” he nearly growls. “Do you hear me, Sloane? You’re mine, and I don’t fucking appreciate that man sniffing around you. I don’t want him anywhere near you.”
“I mean, I don’t want to purposefully seek him out, but if I’m going to be part of the wedding, then I’m going to have to dance with him.”
“No, you’re not, and I’ll make sure of it.”
“Hudson, you don’t want to make this a thing. Remember this is business, and you want to make sure Sheridan and Archie are comfortable.”
“We are doing them a favor with you as a bridesmaid. They should make us comfortable.”
“Are you forgetting all rules about business?” I ask. “That’s not how?—”
“Do you know how many times I caught him staring at your tits, Sloane?”
“I… Was he?”
“Twelve times. I caught him twelve fucking times. As your husband, I don’t fucking appreciate that.” His hand moves down to the hem of my shirt, and then to my surprise, he slides his palm against the skin of my stomach. My breath catches in my throat from the touch. “You’re mine; this is mine. I don’t want him thinking he can just fucking look at you, undressing you with his eyes at the table anytime he wants.” His thumb strokes my skin. “You’re mine, not his.”
I roll my teeth over my bottom lip. “I…I know.”
“Do you?” he asks. “Do you realize how important this is to me? I might not be able to have you, Sloane, but the fuck if someone else is going to while we’re together.”
His hand slides higher up my stomach and my body lights up as his thumb inches closer to my breasts. What I wouldn’t give for him to playwith me, to touch me, at least give me something to help with this itching need I have for his touch.
“I don’t want anyone else,” I say.
“Promise?”
“Promise,” I say. “I’m married to you, Hudson. You’re the only one I want, the only one I think about.”
In fact, it wouldn’t matter if Devin made a move, if I’m honest. This man in the bed next to me, holding me captive as if I’m really his, is who I want. Sexually, at least. His new territorial nature is only turning me on. Devin doesn’t hold a candle to this man. Even though I know Hudson will never be really mine. I’m his for now. If only he’d take me.
He wets his lips.
I spread my legs apart.
“I want you so bad, Hudson. So fucking bad. Not him. You.”
His breath becomes labored as he stares down at me. In my head, I keep saying,Break. Break.
Fucking break!
Please, for the love of God, end this sexual tension.
His hand moves another inch up my stomach, just below my breast now.
“Touch me,” I whisper. “Please, Hudson, just touch me.”
His eyes flit back and forth between mine, his mind working a mile a minute. I can see that he wants it. I can see that he is teetering on the edge of giving us both relief, but then he says, “Touch yourself.”
“Hudson—”
“Hand between your legs, Sloane. Touch yourself.”
“I don’t want that. I want you.”
