Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 157273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
“I know exactly what I want.” The heat in his gaze would have set a glacier on fire, and I was already kindling, ready to burn at the first touch. He slipped his hands beneath my arms and hauled me to my feet, then stripped my pajama pants and underwear right off, adding the garments to the sea of discarded clothing around us.
“Do you?” I asked, more than a little breathless.
He nodded, his gaze devouring me as he reached into a pile of his clothes. “I’ve been fantasizing about what I would do to you in this room for far longer than I care to admit.”
“Is that so?” I swallowed hard and stepped backward over my forgotten tank top, kicking it aside to clear his path. “What are you looking for?” Whatever it was, he was taking too long.
“Wallet.” He grabbed his pants. “Condom.”
“Forget it.” I retreated until my back hit the barre. “Don’t need it. I’m on birth control.” And I wanted him now. “It’s like ninety-nine percent effective.”
He retrieved a foil packet from his wallet and shook his head at me as he ripped it open. “Not risking that one percent.” He rolled it over his length.
I blinked. Right. Of course he wouldn’t. We weren’t even in a long-term relationship—
“You want kids?” he continued. “I’ll give you kids. Say the word.” The thought should have frozen me, but the conviction shining in his eyes, shouting that our futures were already intertwined, had my heart beating double time as he stalked forward, gloriously, beautifully nude. “Until then, I’m not risking everything you’ve worked for because I’m impatient.”
The ache in my chest flared bright and so sweet that I bit my lower lip to keep the words from spilling out.
“God, the things I have pictured doing to you,” he murmured, his gaze raking over me with palpable hunger. He consumed my mouth with a soul-rending kiss, then dropped to his knees at my feet, hooked an arm around my left leg, and lifted it to settle on his shoulder.
My breath hitched as he leaned in and kissed the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. “I’d watch you for hours, perfectly composed, completely disciplined, and wondered what you would do if I—” He dragged his tongue from my entrance to my clit.
I cried out, and my back bowed as I caught fire. My hands reached for his head, but he shook it.
“Hands on the barre, Allie,” he ordered.
I immediately did as ordered.
“Perfect,” he praised, then worked me over with his mouth, pleasure coiling within me with every scrape and swirl of his tongue. I gripped the barre as my hips rolled on their own accord, chasing the high I knew only he could give me.
He kept one arm locked around my thigh, holding me in place, and guided my hips with the other, using it to haul me into the rapturous assault, then hold me at bay when I came close to the edge, until my muscles shook and my desperation spiraled into needy pants and whispered pleas.
“This is exactly what I pictured,” he said, then swirled his tongue around me. “You trembling, gasping, flushed with need.”
“Hudson, please,” I begged.
He slid two fingers inside me and stroked. “But the sound of you moaning my name? That’s beyond anything I ever could have imagined, Allie. And now it lives in my dreams.” He used his hand and tongue to drive me straight over the cliff.
I broke apart, shattered by waves of mind-numbing bliss, and would have fallen if Hudson hadn’t held me upright, wringing every last shudder from me and somehow igniting a whole new fire as he finally, slowly stood.
My chest heaved and my leg rose with him. He dipped his shoulder, and my thigh slid off only to be caught at his elbow, then lowered to the floor.
“Turn around.”
I flipped to face the barre, then took two steps back, meeting his gaze in the mirror.
“Fucking flawless,” he said, running his fingers down my spine before taking my ass in his hands.
I leaned forward in blatant invitation and spread my feet, keeping my eyes locked with his. “Hudson,” I whispered. “I need you.”
“Feeling is more than mutual.” He slipped his fingers between my thighs, and I shuddered at the fresh wave of urgency that washed through me and held fast, demanding appeasement. Thankfully, he didn’t make me wait this time. He bent his knees, and I felt the head of his cock nudge my entrance, then pause.
“Yes.” I nodded my head and pushed back, using the barre for leverage and earning the first inch of his intrusion.
“You are so fucking mine.” He clasped my hips and drove into me.
I called out his name, and my eyes slid shut at the sublime pleasure. He hit so deep, so perfectly.
“Eyes,” he demanded. “Watch us.”