Page 123 of All the Ugly Things

“I didn’t ask for that.” My breath was thready. My voice raspy.

“Not tonight,” he murmured against my lips.

I dug fingers into his hair to hold him to me. My body was ready. So was the rest of me. Somehow, over the weeks, with his gentle guidance, Hudson had gotten me to trust him. In a way I believed he would never do anything to hurt me.

He indulged, kissing me longer, swiping his tongue into my mouth where I eagerly accepted him. His body collapsed, giving me his weight and my heart skittered out of control with the feel of him against me.

This was no more than we’d done on my couch, or his, make-out sessions reminding me of high school and carefree summer nights but we weren’t kids, and we were in his bed.

I slid my legs apart, allowing him to fall between them and as he did, his hardness rubbed against my center through my pajama pants I hadn’t yet removed.

God. I wanted nothing between us. I wanted us stripped bare to enjoy each other freely.

His hips rolled, pressed against me, and he groaned into my mouth at the feel of it.

“Yes,” I gasped. “Please.”

Hudson shook his head, pulled back from the kiss. “You’re killing me.”

I wrapped a hand around his wrist at my cheek. “Why do you keep stopping?”

Blinking up at him, I swore I saw a moment of hesitation before he shook his head, clearing his thoughts. I was afraid he was going to push me away again, but his hand drifted down. He had a hand at my hip, thumb brushing beneath the waistband of my pajama pants and he glanced up, hair a mess, inky black eyes setting me on fire with the urgent desire in them. “Have you… ever?”

Of course. That was his hesitation. I was barely eighteen when I was sent to prison. Of course he’d think I was a virgin.

“Once.” I cleared my throat. I wasn’t embarrassed. If I could have saidnoto give that to this man, I would have easily. “Before.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. You couldn’t.” I leaned up and pulled him to me right as I saw a pained expression in his eyes before he closed them.

“Let me take care of you then. Can I?”

“God. Please do that.” He laughed at me, kissed away my smile and laughter, and soon, I didn’t find anything funny.

Hudson kissed me, ran his hand along my lower stomach, warming my already heated skin until his fingers finally pressed below my waistband and into my underwear. Where he found me hot and soaked for him.

“Damn,” he whispered against my mouth right as his finger expertly found my center, that bundle of nerves at the top. He played with me, drew out noises I wasn’t certain I’d ever made before he pressed a finger inside me, slowly.

“Oh.” I pushed my head back into the pillow, arching into him. He watched my every response to the way he touched me while he slid kisses to my neck, to the sensitive area behind my ears.

“Okay?” he asked.

I could only nod. This felt so incredible. His body. What he was doing to mine. So much better than my own self-ministrations I’d become so accustomed to. “More. Please.”

He kissed me while he added another finger, swallowed the pleasured sounds bursting from my throat while other sensations were igniting down lower. My body was on fire. My thighs shaking and there was a tightness in my belly that seemed to grew with every brush and flick of his fingers.

“Hudson,” I gasped, as that tightness uncoiled and unraveled. It sparked and sizzled, and I yanked my mouth from his right as my climax pulled me under. I rode every glorious wave of pleasure he gave me, until I returned to his bed, to the same universe as him and stupidly, grinned up at him.

“Wow,” I breathed. “That was… that was nice.”

He laughed, sliding his hand back up my stomach to my side. “Nice?”

“Reallynice.”

“I’ll take nice.” He kissed me again and then rolled to his side, where the proof of his need was hard at my thigh. “Thank you,” he said, and there wasn’t a single joking tone in his voice. “For giving that to me. Trusting me with it.”

I wound my arms with his where he’d settled his over my stomach and hips and squeezed. “I do trust you.”

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