He paused at my entrance. “I haven’t gotten you ready.”
“I’m close enough. Come on in, Hudson.”
He smirked as he rammed into me in one fierce drive. His c**k burned inside my not yet fully wet pu**y, but it also felt so wonderfully good. So deep and so hard.
He wasted no time establishing a steady rhythm, powering into me with each stroke. The strength it must have taken to hold me in that position and to f**k me with such force amazed me. I’d known he was fit, but hadn’t realized the extent. The awareness heightened my arousal and slickened my sex, allowing him to slide in and out with ease. My br**sts bounced with our movement, and shocks of delight shot through my body as my sensitive ni**les brushed against his chest. “Hudson, yes. God, yes.”
Our eyes remained locked and I could see the strain and the pleasure etched in his forehead as he continued to pound us toward cl**ax. “So…damn…good,” he panted. “You feel…so…damn…good.”
His encouragement and the sound of our thighs slapping drove me insane, so close to orgasm. With each thrust of his hips, my sex tightened around his steel erection. He turned me to the wall for added support, adjusting his stance so he could pummel me with greater impetus. The new position freed his hand, and he rubbed my cl*t as his crown found a tender spot. “Come with me, Alayna,” he commanded. “Come.”
His authoritative tone and circling thumb were my undoing. I threw my head back into the wall, my cunt trembling as my orgasm crashed through me. He followed, groaning my name while he released into me in long, hot spurts.
I unwrapped my legs from his waist and felt numbly for the floor with my foot, knowing that he couldn’t possibly continue to carry me after that violent of a release. Though he no longer held my weight, he didn’t let go of me.
“Can we do that again?” I panted, before our bodies had even cooled.
His brow furrowed as he released his grasp on me to look at his watch. “You have to be to work at one? I think we can manage to do that again twice.”
Chapter Fifteen
“Okay, H, we need to have a heart to heart.” We’d been on the road to the Hamptons for less than ten minutes, but I was too anxious to postpone this conversation. I swiveled in the front seat of the Mercedes and pushed my sunglasses to my head so I could see Hudson clearly.
He glanced sideways at me, his own eyes hidden behind his dark Ray Bans. “Sounds intriguing.”
I took a deep breath. “I have some grievances about last night.”
His brow rose skeptically over his sunglasses, but he kept his eyes on the road.
“Not that part of last night.” I hit his arm playfully. “The earlier part of the night. The later part was fine.”
He frowned. “Only fine?”
“More than fine,” I laughed. “It was spectacular. Incredibly spectacular.” My thighs tensed just thinking about the sensual delight we’d experienced the night before at the loft. A kernel of insecurity crept in under my praise, causing me to wonder if he felt the same. Bracing myself, I asked, “How did you think it was?”
“Fine.” His smirk let me know that he was teasing, but I lightly pinched his thigh anyway. Another excuse to touch him.
He took one hand off the wheel and grabbed the hand that had pinched him. “Careful! I’m driving.” He brought my hand to his mouth and nipped at my finger before letting it go. “But you have grievances?”
I pushed away thoughts that his mouth on my skin had elicited. “Yes. I do. I was not prepared for the situation you put me in. I need to know more going forward. I knew nothing about the Werners being at the symphony last night. Couldn’t you have at least given me a heads up?”
Hudson took off his sunglasses and studied me, as if trying to gauge my seriousness.
I was very serious. I was tired of always being in the dark about him and the world that he weaved me in and out of so flippantly.
He tucked his sunglasses into the compartment above his mirror, not needing them anymore with the sun setting and us directed east. “Except for your predilection for putting your hands all over me—“
“Oh, don’t exaggerate.”
“—you were magnificent.” He was serious as well, which shocked me. I felt anything but magnificent. “How would any information I could have given you have changed how you performed?”
I opened my mouth but found I didn’t have a specific answer. “I would have been more at ease because I was prepared.” That was the best I could come up with. “The same goes for the day at the fashion show. I could have handled your mother, Celia—” I paused, wanting to indicate what I’d found out about his past without actually saying it. “You know, the whole day would have been better if I’d been prepared.”
“Again, I thought you were brilliant.”
“Not on the inside. And it’s the inside stuff that makes me do crazy things. Like stalk office buildings.” I winced as I mentioned the embarrassing behavior that I wished I could forget. But if I wanted to be well, I needed to address my insecurities, and not knowing much about Hudson led to many of mine. “Anyway, I have you trapped in a car for over two hours—”
“Are you sure I don’t have you trapped?”
“You’re driving. I’m providing the entertainment.” Though, I found his uncharacteristic playfulness extremely entertaining as well.
“I like the sound of that.” He grinned, sneaking a look at my bare legs.
I resisted the urge to tug at my black skort, one of my prizes from shopping at Mirabelle’s. I enjoyed that he liked looking at me, but his gaze turned me on to the nth degree and I wanted to keep focused. “Stop interrupting. We are playing a get-to-know-each-other game.” I put my hand up as if to shush him. “Don’t even say whatever it is you’re about to say. If we have any hope of fooling your family when we’re with them twenty-four/seven then we need to know more about each other.”
“I already know plenty about you.” This time his gaze went to the bosom of my super tight tee.
“No, you don’t.” I snapped my fingers by my face to get his attention to move upward. “Have you ever gotten to know a woman—nonsexually? Besides from a background check?”
“Not on purpose.”
His answer was quick and honest. And it pissed me off. “Hudson, you’re kind of an ass**le.”