Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 105161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
“Can I take your clothes off, Charlie?”
11
Hudson
Hudson’s Words To Live By:
When all else fails, get naked.
The heat in Charlie’s eyes was unmistakable.
Definitely on board with the naked plan.
“Do you want to get on the bed, Hudson?”
The way he said my name made me shudder. My pants strangled my throbbing erection, and I knew “get on the bed” might mean I’d be able to take my pants off and finally get some relief.
“Yes. God, yes,” I sighed. “Are you… I mean, is that okay with you? I don’t want to make you do anyth—”
He shut me up with a quick kiss before pulling back with a grin. “You are sexy as hell and clearly enthusiastic. That is most definitely okay with me, Mr. Wilde.”
After kicking off his shoes, Charlie led me toward the large bed in the middle of the room. How I made it across the small space without tripping remained a mystery since I couldn’t take my eyes off the way Charlie’s small tight bottom flexed and shifted in his jeans. All I could think about was how that ass had probably had some other man’s hands on it at some point. The thought of someone else’s touch on Charlie’s naked ass made me fucking crazy. It was a bizarre combination of lust and extreme jealousy.
I didn’t want anyone else’s hands on him.
At the same time, it was hard to picture my own hands on his bare ass. And wasn’t that just ridiculous?
“Hudson?”
I looked up to see him staring down at me from where he knelt on the edge of the bed. I was frozen at the edge of a cliff. This was really happening.
“Yeah, good,” I said, clearing my throat and attempting to smile. Shit was getting real. “Lead the way. To the bed. Well, you’re already on the bed. Which means all that’s left is me… me getting on the… the, ah…”
I swallowed.
Charlie’s face softened, and a teasing glint reached his eye. “The bed?”
Instead of being mortified by my stupid nerves, I was comforted by his sweetness.
“I’m sorry,” I said with a sigh, stepping up the final two steps until we were nose to nose. I knelt onto the bed in front of him and then reached out my hands to pull his hips toward mine. Once our lower bodies were pressed together and he could feel my excitement against his belly, I told him the truth. “I’m not going to pretend I’m completely at ease here. I’m obviously not. This is new to me. But you’re the sexiest human being I’ve ever met, and I want to get you naked more than just about anything I’ve ever wanted in my entire life.”
I leaned in and pressed my lips to the edge of his mouth before moving to kiss him on the cheek and then below his ear and down his slender neck into his collar. While I slid my lips along his skin, I asked him to be patient with me and told him how much I wanted to touch him and kiss him.
By the time I pulled the loose neck of his sweater down to reach his collarbone again, he was panting.
“Christ,” Charlie gasped.
Climbing onto the actual bed made what we were doing more real, but instead of flipping out, I was revved up and nervous all at once. My hands were shaking, and I worried about saying or doing something stupid.
“Get naked,” I blurted.
Charlie snorted as his eyes crinkled. “You don’t fuck around, do you?”
I shook my head. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean it like that. I want to see you… want to touch you.”
“Are you sure about this?” His hands were clutching the bottom of his sweater, and I willed them to lift it up and off.
“Uh-huh. Very sure. Take that off.”
Charlie’s nostril’s flared. “I think I like bossy Hudson. Didn’t know he existed, but I have to say… it’s working for me.”
His grin was adorable and made his lips look even more like ripe cherries than they already did. Within seconds, his sweater was off, revealing a soft threadbare concert tee underneath.
“You like One Direction?” I said in surprise.
He lifted an eyebrow and crossed his arms in front of his chest to hide the faded band logo. “Shut up.”
“For real? Or are you wearing that ironically?” I couldn’t help but tease him. He was so fucking cute. “Wait… are you gay?” I gasped the last word and put my hand in front of my mouth in feigned shock.
“Just for that, I’m going to keep it on and make you look at it.” He unfolded his arms and held them out to the sides in a Rose from Titanic move. His arms were pale and slender with small but noticeable muscles. I wondered if they were from lifting kegs and equipment for the breweries and pub.