Page 104 of Wrecking Us
“You can go out there, if you want,” I whisper. His fingers find my knuckles and he slides them swiftly along the back of my hand. It’s a gentle touch, almost…
Loving.
“I can get us drinks… order take out?”
“Take out?” he says, his voice soft, almost dreamlike.
His fingers continue to trace lines along the back of my hands.
“Mhmm. There’s this little sandwich shop down the road… they make a phenomenal chicken and waffle sandwich.” I grin against his neck.
“Oh, really?” he says, his voice full of teasing. “I thought you didn’t like chicken and waffles,” he says humorously.
“Guess I’ve acquired a taste,” I chuckle. “They drizzle this hot chili pepper honey on it, and it’s amazing.”
One hand slides down his stomach slowly, until I find his dick already half-hard beneath his pants. I let out a moan of my own.
I close my eyes and kiss his neck, squeezing his cock through his pants, and he groans.
I don’t know what it is—the fact I haven’t seen him in weeks, or him being here, in my house, or if it’s just the way his body fits against mine like the most natural thing in the world, but whatever it is, I realize how badly I want this.
No, how badly Ineedthis.
Him.
“Or…” He rolls his head back onto my shoulder, his breath catching in his throat. I feel his hand come up behind me, his fingers grasping onto my hair with a welcome roughness that makes my dick throb.
I don’t bother hiding how hard he makes me, it’s damn near impossible.
And I don’t want to hide how he makes me feel, especially not fromhim.
“Or what?” I mutter as my lips find their way up his neck, to his jaw. His stubble is rough against my lips, but it feels good.
“Or…” His voice strains, and he lets out another heavy, heated breath as he pushes his ass back against me.
I chuckle as I stroke his cock through his pants and he moans. I thrust my dick against his ass, nudging his legs apart as I trace my lips along his skin.
For a moment, it’s quiet and all that can be heard is his heavy breath and my rapid heartbeat. And then, he speaks, his voice deep and full of desire.
“You can fuck me.”
I stop my assault on his neck, pulling back to look at him. His cock throbs in my hand as my own twitches against him.
He looks up at me with cloudy eyes full of curiosity and fear, like he’s afraid I’m going to say no. Like he’s afraid he’s said something terrifying.
And maybe in a way it is—though he’s admitted he wants me to fuck him, it’s another thing to hear him ask me likethis.
I let those words settle on me for a moment, taste them for what they mean.
“Is that what you want?” I ask, looking down into his amber eyes.
Hudson holds my gaze steady.
He nods.
“I’ve thought about it, yes.”
“Okay,” I whisper, turning him around. I lean down and kiss him, needing to feel his lips against mine. He stumbles, not expecting the shift, but I hold him and keep him from falling. His hands find my chest as he looks up at me.
