Page 72 of Tough Love

Right now, I am so high on his touch, the adoration in his eyes when his gaze meets mine. And my purchase on thiselevated place is rickety. Too high. Up this high, there is a damn long way to fall.

Dawn’s first rays splinter the hazy air around us through half-built walls and exposed rafters. Hudson is wrapped around me. The deep and steady rise and fall of his chest sends breathy puffs into my hair from behind. I turn in his arms and nuzzle into him. He groans in his sleep. I want so badly to touch his gorgeous face, trace his lips and jaw with a finger. But I resist and lay watching him, a palm flat on his sternum.

“It’s rude to stare, Addy.” A grin pops over his face.

I slap his chest. He chuckles, his Adam’s apple bobbing. I kiss it and work my way across his jaw until his hands claim my cheeks, and he covers my mouth with his. I wriggle closer, finding his hard cock as it hits my hip bone. He rolls me over until I’m under him and trapped, fingers laced in his as he nips kisses over my neck. “Shower time, sweet girl.”

“You have water here?”

“Yup, went in last week.”

“Thank the heavens.”

He releases me and scoops me up and wanders out into the hall to a bathroom. And I really need to pee.

Shit.

“Um, I really have to pee.”

He lets me down and wanders back out into the hall. “You have five minutes, then we are getting clean.”

After relieving myself, I flush and wash up. There is no mirror. Probably just as well. The oversized shower has twoshowerheads, light grey tile, and modern silver fittings. It’s stunning, and the room isn’t even finished yet. I’m slightly sore, but mostly aching for more. More Hudson. I round the doorway to find him standing there, hands gripping the doorframe above him.

Naked and ready, he crowds me back into the bathroom and toward the shower. When I slip into the glassed space, he flips on the water, and we wait a moment for the solar-heated water. Hudson guides me into the shower’s tiled wall. He puts my hands in his against the tile above my head. I want to touch him so badly.

No fair.

He tracks kisses over my neck before nipping at my peaks. And after last night, my body responds to his even faster, as if primed for what he gives me.

“I want you to ride my cock, sweet girl. So fucking desperate for you now. Jesus, Addy, last night was—” His words choke out. His hand slips from mine, and he runs his fingers through my wet heat before sinking two fingers inside.

I arch off the tile, and he grins at me.

“Fuck me, Addy.”

“Always.”

“So wet.”

“I don’t stand a chance around you Hudson, none. You look at me and I’m wet.”

“You have no idea how much I love that. I’m going to fill you up every fucking chance you give me.”

“You better.”

“Insatiable. I love it.” He stills a little, as if something dawned on him.

“Don’t you dare stop.”

He smiles. “Never, sweet girl.”

His thumb sweeps over my clit and I explode around him. His mouth finds my peak, like he’s saying his prayers and my body is his place of worship. I fucking love it. Every wave, I buck on his fingers, and he groans, sending electricity through my lungs, burning out the last of my breath. When I slump against the wall, he flips me around and pulls my hips out. I spread for him, aching to feel every incredible inch of him.

“Slow, Huddy.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

His tip stretches my entrance, and I tilt my hips so my ass perks up and I take him in further.

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