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“Jesus Christ, Gabi.” I scrub a hand over my forehead and hop off the bed. “Fine. You know what? I’m going back down there.”
Gabi leans over and smacks me on the ass. “That’s my girl. If you have a run-in with Wallace or Morgan, just tell them you’re grabbing ice or something.”
“Right, ice,” I say, wiping my palms on the front of my pajama bottoms. “Three floors down.”
She waves me off. “You’ll be fine.”
I square my shoulders and stride out of the room before I can think better of it, my pulse racing. My hand trembles slightly as I press the button for the lift.
Eventually, it arrives with a soft chime that slices through the quiet, and the doors slide open. I step inside, my breath catching as I select the sixth floor. When the doors finallyreopen, my feet carry me forward, each step deliberate and steady.
This isn’t just a walk down a hotel corridor; it’s a journey towards a crossroads, a decision point that could change everything. Or, I guess, nothing at all.
I near the room and spot Levi standing beside the door. He catches my eye and, without a word, pivots on his heel and practically sprints away down the hall.
Standing in front of the door, I gather my courage, raise my hand and knock softly.
From inside, Hudson’s voice calls out, “Dude, did you seriously leave your room key behind?”
I take a deep breath, readying myself for whatever comes next. The door swings open, and Hudson’s face shifts from annoyance to shock, and then to a slow, spreading smirk as he leans casually against the frame.
“So,” he murmurs, “did you forget something else?”
“Kind of,” I say, nerves twisting in my gut.
“And you didn’t send your lackey along?”
I purse my lips. “Hudson, I think we both know what I’m here for.”
“Well, I sure do,” he says, his smile fading into a more serious expression. “But it’s too little, too late, I’m afraid.”
My jaw drops, nearly unhinging from my face. Panic flickers across my thoughts, but as the grin creeps back onto Hudson’s face, I realize he’s teasing me. Relief floods through my body, mixed with a desire to wipe that smug look off his face.
So, I take his hands and shove him back through the opendoorway. The door slams closed behind me as I push him back towards the bed. When he lands on his ass, his eyes darken.
“We’re really doing this?” he asks, a hint of challenge in his voice.
“We’re doing this. No going back.” With a defiant lift of my chin, I add, “And no strings attached.”
“Okay, then,” he says, low and husky. “Game on.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Hudson
Ella kisses me like I’m oxygen and she’s in desperate need of air. Plunging her hands into my hair, she pushes my head back and takes control, nipping at my lower lip. Every new touch feels like a revelation, each soft gasp from her lips an affirmation.
With a fierce need to be closer to her, I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her against me, the soft curves of her body fitting perfectly into mine. I’ve been waiting for this for so long now, and God will it be worth it.
We fall back on the bed together and the fabric of her pajama top rides up her thighs as she straddles me, revealing more of the smooth skin beneath. I run my hands up her legs, awed by the feel of her.
My fingers trace the dip of her hip, the curve of her waist, the swell of her chest. Fucking perfect, every last inch.
Her hands move to the hem of my shirt, and I help her pull it over my head. She takes a moment to look at me, eyes bright in the dimly lit room. Her gaze is like an electriccharge, sending shocks through my system that pool deep in my gut.
That feeling I had the first night we were together is now amplified tenfold after months of sexual tension.
Soft fingertips dance across my bare chest, tracing the lines of my muscles. I catch her lower lip between mine, and she gasps softly, more in surprise than pain. My hands slide under her shirt, brushing against the warm skin of her back. And then she’s pulling away, sitting up to yank the fabric over her head.
