Page 47 of Tough Love

I do as he says, and when I’m sitting, he nudges between my legs and kneels before resting on his heels. He takes my shirt andlifts it up. I lift my arms, and he slides it up and off. The dark lacy bra and panty set I chose for today are paying off now, as his gaze darkens. But he doesn’t touch me.

“Please, Hudson.”

His eyes flicker downward and back up. “You sure, Addy?”

His pants are stretched by a hardened ridge. His breathing is erratic and choppy.

“About you, Hudson Rawlins? Always.”

A smile flickers on his lips before his face turns feral. He grabs my hips and tugs my jeans down. They give way, and he tosses them onto the blanket with my shirt.

“Jesus, Addy.”

“You’re still not touching me,” I whisper.

“Give me a moment to look at you.”

Heat rises to my face. But I lay back and stare up at the bursts of stars above us. I’m pretty sure this is heaven. I have found it. Naked and adored by Hudson Rawlins in the bed of his truck, under the magnificent sky full of stars. With the fire crackling. His hands, strong and warm... His breathing, heavy.

He leans down and kisses my mouth before tracking down my neck. His lips are warm, soft, and hungry. Tracking over my collarbone, he presses kisses to the swell of my left breast, then the right.Oh god.His hands cup each one as he nips each hardened peak. I whimper and arch off the blanket. A deep, soft laugh rumbles through his throat.

“Hudson, take it off.”

His hands slide underneath me as he unclasps the bra and I wriggle out of it. He swallows hard, jaw feathering, as my breasts bounce with the movement. A heartbeat later, his mouth finds my nipple. I release a breathy moan. He grips my hips, his weight pressing into me a little more.

I can’t help but move my hips to push my aching center against his throbbing hard-on as I grip the blanket. He movesto the other nipple. His teeth scrape over it, and he sucks it, releasing it with a pop.

“You are divine, Adeline.”

A sob cracks in my chest. No one has ever had me this way. Discovered my body like this. Taken their time to make me feel everything. Let alone think I’mdivine. How the hell am I ever going to come back from this?

I stifle another sob. Hudson stills, his eyes tracking back to mine.

“Please don’t stop,” I beg.

“Addy, what’s?—”

“Please don’t stop, Huddy.”

His eyes widen slightly, studying mine for a moment before he returns to my chest. I push my hands into his hair. He groans around my nipple, and I moan. This time, I arch off the blanket involuntarily. He gives each peak a last pluck with his teeth before kissing down my stomach. My hips swivel with anticipation. I want his hands on my apex. His fingers inside me. When his mouth finds my aching center, I gasp.

Oh. My. God.

Another thing I’ve never done.

He growls and pushes against the inside of my thighs, opening me wider for him. “Jesus, sweet girl, you are so fucking wet.”

I can’t respond. He rubs a thumb over my apex, and I whimper. Then his tongue sweeps over it, and my hand fists his hair, and he chuckles. The sound sends electricity through my core. He suckles and licks my throbbing clit. Every stroke of his tongue sends me higher and higher.

“Hudson,” I moan.

“Not yet, Addy. We’re taking our time, remember.”

Too breathless for anything else, I nod.

He slides a finger into my core.

“Oh god, Hudson.”

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