Page 128 of The Last Lost Girl

I do and he spreads his, knocking my knees into the sides of the tub and pinning them there. And the hand that has been teasing my nipples slowly drifts into the water again. I start to squirm again as his thumb rubs the bundle of nerves he merely taunted before.

My breathing is ragged, and my back straightens as every muscle draws tight. “Relax, Lifeguard.”

“Can’t,” I answer. His thumb circles. His finger pushes into me again and both sensations tumble over the other until I’m panting. I grip his forearms. “Hudson!” I gasp.

He growls into my ear. “Fucking perfect.”

His hand works me until I’m falling and the only thing I see behind the lids of my eyes is darkness dancing with stars.

My body is limp when he turns me over again and drapes me over his body. My breasts brush his chest and his lips take mine. His forearm circles my lower back as he pulls me tighter against him. He fists my hair and tilts my head just where he wants me, where he needs me. Then he kisses me like he’ll never kiss anyone again.

Fingers tight in my hair, he cranes me backward to clamp his teeth against my nipple, only to lick the slight pain away. He groans against my gasps. Swallows my moans. And I move against him, needing more. Needing him.

“You have the rope, Lifeguard. You’re in control.” He releases my hair and watches. My lips are swollen, but so are his. His chest rises and crashes like the sea rocking the ship.

It’s heady seeing how I affect him. That I have power over him.

I scoot back, take him into my hands, and run them over his long, silken length. Everything about Hook is huge, I now know. And while I also know this will feel uncomfortable for a time, I have no doubt the pleasure will be worth the discomfort. I move forward and raise up to settle on top of him.

“Look at me, Ava,” he says.

My eyes lock on his and I find not only heat, but warmth in them. I find safety. His hand braces his cock as I hold his shoulders and begin to sink down onto him. Inch by inch, I stretch my body over him until I can hardly breathe.

Hudson’s shoulders are stone under my hands. His thighs, his abs, the muscle in his jaw – all taut.

When I’m fully seated, I pause, my lips parted. He holds my eyes and I wonder what he’s thinking, what it feels like for him. “Say something,” I beg.

Slowly, he grits, “You need to move – now.”

I swallow thickly as his hand clamps onto my hip. He’s trembling. His eyes close tightly. He takes in a deep breath through his nose and breathes out a curse.

But he lets me set the pace and as soon as I’m more comfortable and able to move up and down his length without feeling like he might split me apart, his thumb begins to circle my clit again. It doesn’t take long before I’m clawing at him to get closer. My breasts brush his chest as he begins to move with me.

The clouded water sloshes and Hudson loses control. “Out of this tub.” He pulls out of me, stands, and lifts me out of the bathtub. His hook rakes through the panels of the privacy screen, snapping the wooden framing and cutting through the fabric until nothing but a heap of the material lays on the completely soaked floor. “Where?”

“What?” I ask as my ears ring and my chest feels as if it will implode.

He picks me up and draws my legs around his waist. “Where do you want to fuck next? Bed, floor, swing, desk? Where?”

“Um… bed?”

He carries me to it and the moment my back hits the sheets, his mouth is on mine. He moves over me, stretching me again, but this time, he has the proverbial rope. He fucks me slowly at first, and I watch his abs work as he raises up to loom over me, filling me again and again.

I lift my legs and thread them over his shoulders to drive deeper, but then he growls and pushes them down again. “Can’t get enough of you.”

His mouth finds my breasts and he nips at the side of one before taking the opposite nipple into his teeth and dragging it toward him. “Hudson,” I whimper.

His hook tears into the bedding beside my head as he leans close. With his right hand, he draws my knee up and hooks it around his waist. And when he bottoms out, he’s so deep it takes my breath away. His hand rakes upward until it’s on my ass, but when he drags a finger over my puckered hole, I go rigid.

Hudson laughs. “Squirm all you want, Ava, I’ll be sinking into this soon enough.”

“So confident,” I tease as he kisses me.

“Thread your arms around my neck.”

I do it and he lifts me again. A moment later, my ass hits the smooth wood of his desk and he fucks me on it. “Hudson, anyone could walk by!”

“Let them,” he said, not caring in the least. Pulling out of me, he stares at my body and grins toward the windows, then slowly spreads my knees. “I hope they see every inch of you and know that you’ll never be theirs.”

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