Page 71 of Tough Love

He raises an eyebrow, as if sayingnow you tell me. I can even hear theHowardthat he would tack on the end of it. But he only says, “Yes, ma’am.”

I can’t help the smile that cracks over my face. But it fades as I study his face, now serious, hungry, and desperate. “I want to feel you, Huddy.”

He groans and drops his forehead to mine. “God, Addy. How did I have to wait thirty-four years for you?”

“No more waiting.” I shake my head. “Please.”

He nudges his tip against my entrance. He is so warm, so large. I lift my hips and he sinks inside, and I gasp. He stole my air with just the tip. I stretch around him. He kisses my mouth, then my nose, cheeks, and neck. I run my hands through his hair. “More, Hudson.”

He pushes up on his hands and sinks in further. His face twists as he closes his eyes. “Damn it, Addy,” he rasps. He leans his head back, stilling. “I’m gonna have to take this so damn slow.”

I smile up at him. He traces a finger over my lips, still propped up on one hand, his muscles flexing. I take his hand and hold it in place as I take two fingers into my mouth and suck them. He groans, and it sounds like a warning. I remove his fingers from my mouth and release them to my breast. He works over the softness before finding my peak. And instantly I arch and tighten around him.

“Addy, slow down.” He is breathy, desperate. He plants his hand back to the pillow beside my head and kisses my mouth, taking up the rhythm between us, inching further inside with every slow, languid stroke. When he fills me completely on the next thrust, I grab his hips and hold him there, letting the stretch take me under. He is the perfect fit. I widen my legs and, somehow, he sinks in a little further.

And I know his wrecked face mirrors my own now.

“More, sweet girl?”

“God, please.”

He pulls out and thrusts back in. Fire ripples through my core. I lift my hips, needing him. Again, he pulls out, slow. When he sinks back down, it’s torturously slow, gentle. “I want you above me, Adeline.”

He braces and flips us over. I push up and come to rest over him, sinking deep as I straddle his hips. My hair falls around my shoulders. Hands on my hips, I tilt my head back, savoring the feel of him deep inside.

“God, look at you,” he growls.

I lean down and claim his mouth. He props up on his elbow and dips his head, claiming my nipple with his teeth, his tongue. I rock a little, seeing what he can tolerate. When he looses a small groan, I press my palms against the wall and push up until only his tip is still inside me. His grip lands on my hips, tightening. He liked that.

Good.

I push up again, and he stunts my movement a little as his body starts to tremble underneath mine. I sink down hard and whimper as he fills me up so good, the heat surges in my core. He pulls me up and pushes down in quick, short movements. And I barrel toward release, every short stroke sending me higher. “Huddy.”

He pushes me down. “Not yet, sweet girl. If you go, you send me, too.”

I lean down, pressing kisses to his collarbones, neck, and jaw. Gentle hands lift my mouth to his. This kiss is soft, gently teasing.

“Kneel by the wall, Addy.”

I release him. And the absence is almost too much. I whimper, fingers splayed against the bare, paneled drywall. He moves in behind me, lifting my hands a little higher beforecovering them with his. Sweeping my hair to one side, he nips my ear as his cock presses into my lower back. I widen my knees, desperate for him inside me.

“Huddy, please.”

“Always, sweet girl.” He nudges my entrance before thrusting up, and I cry out. With one hand, he takes my chin, sliding his hand down my throat. I lean back onto him, closing my eyes, and breathe him in as he rocks us toward the jagged edge. The one that will splinter us to shattered pieces. His other hand unfolds from mine and his fingers find the throbbing apex of my heat, thumbing over it with every stroke inside me. I reach back and run my hands through his hair. Pushing and pulling.

It’s too much, and I am too close. “Now, Hudson.”

He picks up the pace, and in a few motions, he turns frantic. Breathless. I ignite around him, tightening. Sparks flood from my core, sweeping through my veins. With every wave, my core constricts around him further. “Hudson. Huddy!” Whimpers turn to breathy cries with each wave he pulls through me, still giving me every part of him, hard, hungry.

“Right behind you, beautiful,” he rasps, and the words turn into a growl.

When his hands hit the wall in front of me and his head dips to my shoulder, I huff out a laugh. So satiated, my whole body still buzzing. Soft, warm, and pliable.

He groans and wraps his arms around my belly, not lifting his head. For the first time in my life, I feel loved and safe. Treasured.

“Thank you,” I whisper into his hair.

Something tugs at my heart, something that smarts. The bridge of my nose prickles and I suck back a sob, trying to not let in the thought that these arms will have to let me go, eventually.

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