Page 45 of Truth or Dare

I didn’t want to fuck this up, but I was afraid we were moving so fast. He slipped his hands from under mine and folded them in front of him.

“Talk to me, Presley. You can say no. I won’t get upset.”

“Truth?”

We weren’t even playing the game any longer. It was just a way for us to express how we felt and know that we were being honest with each other. He grabbed my hand.

“Tell me.”

“I’m afraid. I’m worried I’ll hurt you. That I’m not sure about anything right now.”

His hold grew tighter on my hand. “Like it’s over with Evan?”

I looked at the wall. "Yeah.”

Tears burned my eyes. I’d wanted Hudson for so long. Why couldn’t he come back last year when I didn’t have a boyfriend? Why did Evan have to make this so complicated. He changed like the weather. One day he could be the sweetest guy and the next, a total asshole.

Hudson’s eyes darkened, his brow furrowed. “While you’re here I’m going to say this once and then let it go for tonight. Evan Braddock is an asshole. He wants to get in your panties and once it’s done, you don’t know what the future holds for you two. You told me you thought he was cheating. Why are you having doubts about ending it?”

I bit my lip, unsure of anything. “Suppose I’m wrong? Suppose it wasn’t Reagan’s bra? Evan used to sleep with a lot of girls. They threw themselves at him, they still do. That bra could’ve been there for a long time.”

Hudson sighed and let go of my hand, reaching for his jeans. He pulled them on and as he retrieved his shirt, his belt jingled. I felt like a piece of shit, a cock tease.

I clenched my jaw, holding in tears that threatened to fall. “Huddy?”

“I’ll be in the media room. Get dressed,” he said as he walked out of the room.

I hunted for my clothing then spied Hudson’s bathrobe hanging on the back of his bedroom door. I pulled on the soft navy terry robe and belted it closed. It smelled of his citrusy cologne and body wash. I could sleep in it and feel comforted. When I was dressed, I padded to the media room.

Hudson was sitting in his seat staring at the massive screen. The movie was frozen on the scene when we started to kiss. I entered and sat beside him.

“That’s my robe,” he said.

“It smells good and it’s soft. I’m still sleeping over.”

He yanked me across the armrest, his hands gripping the lapels of his robe as he crashed his mouth onto mine. The heat between us was instant, blazing, as his tongue tangled with mine in a dance that felt like heaven, each stroke long, delicious, sending a surge through my body. He bit my bottom lip, tugging just enough to draw a gasp from me, and when his robe slipped open, I moved my hips against his hardness, feeling him through the thin barrier of fabric.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough, almost broken.

I pulled back, searching his eyes. “I’ll end it. For good. I can’t keep seeing you every day, can’t keep wanting you. It’s tearing me apart.”

A single tear slipped down my cheek, and he brushed it away, his thumb lingering, gentle on my skin. His fingers drifted lower, grazing the waistband of my panties, pausing, waiting. When I didn’t stop him, he went further, his touch slipping over the wet heat of me, and I shivered, my body pulsing with need that was sharper, deeper than anything I’d ever felt with anyone else.

He sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers pressing deeper. “You’re so damn wet,” he whispered, half in awe, half possessive.

I pressed my hips into his hand, the friction sending sparks through me. His other hand found its way to my hair, fisting it gently as he tugged my head back, his lips trailing down to my throat, sucking at the sensitive skin. I moaned, the heel of his palm grazing my clit with each pump of his fingers, building pressure, until my vision blurred with white-hot pleasure.

“Oh God, Hudson,” I gasped, “I’m… I’m coming.”

My body clenched around him, trembling, and he held me close, letting me ride out every wave until I collapsed against him, my forehead resting on his shoulder.

“Stop,” I whispered, feeling like I couldn’t take any more.

But he only shook his head, his lips brushing my ear as he murmured, “No. You’re mine tonight. Whether we go all the way or not, I’m not stopping until you’re completely, blissfully spent.”

I kissed him, his mouth warm and possessive, while his thumb resumed stroking my clit, relentless. Another wave built, faster this time, and I rocked against his hand, my second orgasm tearing through me as I cried out his name. He pulled his fingers from me, and with a heated gaze, licked them clean, his eyes never leaving mine.

He rose, scooping me into his arms and hurrying into his room as I circled my arms around his neck. He licked his lips as he placed me next to his bed.

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