Page 112 of Truth or Dare

CHAPTER 33

Presley

Iwalked around Hudson’s apartment, pausing at a bookshelf to see what he was currently reading. He came up behind me, embracing me and locking his hands at my stomach.

“Are you really interested in what I’m reading?” he asked.

“Why not?” I asked. “I just came here to talk.”

“Liar,” he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

If he slipped his hand into my jeans, he would find my panties sticking to my bare skin. From the moment he dropped that note onto my lap, I was turned on, my nipples peaked and pressing against my light blue bra.

“You’re so confident?” I asked as I removed a book of poems from the shelf.

“Why did you choose to go to NYU,” he asked, grinding his erection against my ass.

I stuttered a breath. “I always wanted to attend college in the city.”

My breath caught as Hudson's fingers brushed my neck, sweeping my hair aside. His lips found my pulse point, and I melted into him with a soft whimper. His hands roamed over my body, cupping my breasts through my sweater. Instinctively, I tilted my head, offering him more of my neck.

"God, Presley," he growled against my skin. "I've been haunted by your scent for months."

A shiver ran through me as he nipped at my ear, his tongue tracing its outline. My heart hammered in my chest. When his hands slipped under my sweater, his rough fingertips igniting sparks across my skin, I could barely stifle a moan.

I heard him mutter something about my softness, his voice thick with desire. Unable to wait any longer, I spun in his arms, my fingers fumbling with his shirt buttons. Hudson's mouth crashed into mine, his tongue seeking entrance. The kiss deepened, and suddenly the simmering tension between us exploded into an inferno of need.

"Hudson," I gasped, tugging his shirt free from his jeans. I wanted - no, needed - him to take me right there, against the couch, anywhere.

He stilled my hands, then in one fluid motion, stripped off my sweater. I heard his sharp intake of breath.

"This bra..." he started, his eyes dark with appreciation.

"It's new," I managed to say. "You couldn't have-"

His hand tangled in my hair, gently but firmly. "Hush," he murmured, before claiming my lips again.

What followed was a frantic flurry of discarded clothing. When we stood there in just our underwear, Hudson swept me into his arms. He carried me to his bedroom, laying me gently on his rumpled sheets.

I sank into Hudson's unmade bed, my heart pounding as he loomed over me. His eyes raked over my body, and I felt a flush creep up my neck.

"You're even more beautiful than I remembered," he murmured, his voice husky.

I reached up, tracing the lines of his abs. "And you're still built like a Greek God," I said with a nervous laugh.

Hudson caught my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. The tender gesture contrasted sharply with the heat in his gaze. "I've missed you, Pres. More than you know."

A lump formed in my throat. "I've missed you too," I whispered.

He lowered himself onto the bed, his body half-covering mine. The weight of him, the familiar scent of his skin - it was intoxicating. I felt dizzy with want, but also terrified. We'd been here before, and it had ended in heartbreak.

As if sensing my hesitation, Hudson paused. He brushed a strand of hair from my face, his touch achingly gentle. "We don't have to do this if you're not ready," he said softly.

I swallowed hard, torn between desire and fear. "I want to," I admitted. "God, Hudson, I want you so badly. But..."

"But?" he prompted, his brow furrowing.

I took a shaky breath. "But I'm scared. What if we mess it up again? What if….”

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