Page 142 of Bridesmaid By Chance
I slide her shirt up so my hands rest on her bare hips, and I drag my thumbs over her hip bones. I wet my lips, letting my eyes focus on her mouth.
“Hudson…talk to me.”
That’s the last thing I want to do. I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to think. I just want to act.
I reach over and grab the bottle of scotch and take a sip. Staring at her, I bring the bottle to her mouth. To my surprise, she takes it and tips it back. Cutely she shivers as the liquid flows down her throat. She hands back the bottle, and I take one more sip before setting it back down.
On a sigh, I take the hem of her shirt in my hands and tug it up and over her head, leaving her completely bare to me.
I know I shouldn’t.
I really fucking shouldn’t have her like this, but hell if I can stop myself.
Everything in my life is unbalanced. Nothing feels right. I’m about to lose everything, and the only reassurance, the only good thing I have going on for me right now, is this woman.
My wife.My temporary wife.But the woman I have shared far more with than anyone else. I gave her my fears, my darkness. But now, now I need her. Just her. “You don’t want to talk, do you?” she asks, leaning forward.
“No,” I say, moving my hands up her sides.
“Then use me,” she says and presses a kiss to my neck.
“No,” I say as her lips work up to my jaw.
“Use me, Hudson.” Her fingers dig into my skin, and she rocks her pussy over my hardening length.
“I can’t,” I say as my hands round over her ass and squeeze.
Fuck.
She’s so perfect.
Her body, her willingness, her need.
Her mouth moves up to my ear as her hand travels down between us and slips under the waistband of my briefs. I don’t even get a second to stop her before she grips my cock and whispers, “Use. Me.”
And just like that, my will snaps.
The issues with my dad.
The business I’m trying to hang on to.
My promise to Jude to protect Sloane.
It all fades to black because it’s all going to implode anyway.
The business will be my father’s; Jude and the Cane brothers will never be able to trust me again. The only thing I have is this woman, offering herself freely to me, so I allow myself to indulge.
To take.
To give in to what I’ve been holding back on for so long.
I grip the back of her head, pull her in close, and bring my mouth to her neck, where I kiss along the column, nibbling and tasting.
“Yes, baby,” she says, her hand floating into my hair, where she tugs on the short strands. “Use me, Hudson.”
That spurs me on as my mouth peppers kisses along her jaw to the spot just below her ear as she reaches down and starts to stroke me.
“Fuck,” I grumble and lift her up out of the chair. Her legs wrap around my waist, and with my mouth doing a number on her neck, I carry her back into the hotel room and straight to the bedroom, where I toss her on the bed. Her hair fans out against the mattress as I push my briefs down and take my cock out. Staring at her, I start stroking myself as she spreads her legs and moves her hand over her pussy. She presses two fingers to her clit while pinching her nipple at the same time.
