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I dragged my fingers over the spot where material met skin, her sharp intake of breath spurring me on. I leaned closer, leaving that last inch between our lips open for a moment so she could pull away if she wanted. Instead she closed the gap, her soft lips igniting a fire within me when they touched mine.

I slid my hand behind her neck and drew her to me. Another wave of heat rolled through my veins as I parted her lips with my tongue, taking my first full taste. She moaned into my mouth, and then every thought I’d ever had flew out of my head and my baser instincts took over. I looped my arm around her waist and pulled her onto my lap, never breaking the kiss.

With our torsos flush together, I could feel every one of her breaths, her breasts pushing into me with each one. As she sank farther into my lap, I groaned, going from hard to rock hard.

I couldn’t decide where I wanted my hands most. Her thighs tempted me to them. I ran my palms up her silky skin, and when she made a throatymmmnoise, I rocked against her, enjoying the way she shuddered against me. Then the ass I’d admired so many times called to me, and I reached back and took hold of it as I stroked my tongue across hers.

She rolled her hips and I felt the heat of her through my warm-up pants and her panties. As thin as our layers were, I wanted them gone.

“I…” Whitney whimpered, and I nearly came undone right there. “Hudson, I…I can’t.”

She raised onto her knees, the few inches suddenly between us complete torture. “I’m sorry, but I got carried away, and I need…slower.”

I exhaled, trying to clear my head enough to actually think. Looking into her wide eyes helped because I saw the worry there. I nodded because I still couldn’t get a grasp on actually speaking.

She put her hand on the side of my face, gave me a light kiss on my lips, and then stood. “I guess I’ll just…” She jerked a thumb over her shoulder.

I caught her hand. “Don’t go. We can slow down.” Another exhale and I could almost breathe normally again, although things downstairs weren’t going to deflate for a while. “We’ll just watch a movie or something. I don’t want to end the night like this.”

She swallowed and then nodded. The relief that flooded me was something I’d never experienced when it came to a girl, and while it was completely disconcerting, there it was anyway.

I was going to have the worst case of blue balls ever, and I still wanted her to stay. Again I wondered what the hell this girl had done to me—and then I wondered how I could get her to keep on doing it.

Chapter Thirty-One

Whitney

What am I doing?

I knew coming over was a bad idea—that it’d be more temptation than I could probably handle. Lyla had made it clear she’d agreed with both of those things when I’d looked at her at the party. She hadn’t had to say it aloud for me to know she still worried I’d end up hurt.

I worried that I would, too. Even more now that I knew the deliciously wicked way Hudson Decker kissed. I took a deep breath and let my gaze drift his way. He gave me a sidelong glance, and my heart skipped a few beats.

“Not into this movie?” he asked.

I looked back to the TV. I couldn’t tell you the plot of the movie to save my life. It was hard to think clearly while seated so close to Hudson, the memory of his hands, his tongue, and the way my body had trembled when he’d pressed into me all replaying on a constant loop. I still couldn’t believe I’d found the strength to stop—but I couldn’t be another one of his conquests.

Could I?

I mean, if I knew I was one, pre-conquesting, I could just enjoy the ride, right?

He raised his eyebrows, and I wished he didn’t have to be so sexy all the time.

“I think I’m just too…”Keyed up. Turned on.“…hyper for a movie.”

“What do you want to do?” His gaze moved to my lips. He licked his, and a dart of heat shot right through my core.

I bit my lip, thinking, and I’m pretty sure he groaned—I suppose it was nice to know I wasn’t the only one having dirty thoughts. If I was entertaining the idea of letting this go any further, though, I wanted to know him better.

“I know!” I laughed when he jumped. I put my hand on his shoulder. “Sorry. Got a little excited there.”

“I’m right there with you,” he muttered, and then we both laughed.

“I want to see your dinosaur collection.”

This time his groan was more you’ve-got-to-be-kidding-me than I-want-to-throw-you-on-the-couch-and-have-my-way-with-you. That last image sent electricity dancing across my skin, and I told myself to shut down that line of thinking before it got me into trouble again.

“Pleeeease,” I said, “I promise not to mock them.”

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