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The question that’s been burning on my tongue since last time comes out before I can stop it. “Why? I know what your appeal is, but why the hell are you bothering with me?”
I’ve obviously shocked him. “You think I’m appealing? I thought I just annoyed you to the point of orgasm.”
“I never said you didn’t.”
“Fine. Here’s a deal. I’ll tell you if you tell me.”
I shift that offer around in my head. Do I want to know badly enough to confess how attracted to him I am? It should be obvious by how often I want to fuck him, but wanting sex and being attracted are two very different things in my experience. And when it comes to Hudson, what we’re doing, it’s not only about getting off. I don’t need to come this often. I never want to come this often.
This frequent boner is all him.
“Fine,” I grunt. “You first.”
“Deal. I’ll trust you.” The challenging look he levels me with taunts me not to follow through. “You intimidate me. Everything about you is designed to look scary. Untamable. And I know that when we fuck, neither of us has to deal with feelings afterward. Getting to you makes me feel powerful. Unstoppable.”
Like I thought, sex is a game to him, like everything else in his life. Considering it usually isn’t anything more than a transaction for me, I can live with that. He can feel as powerful as he likes as long as he knows I’m in control.
“Now you,” he reminds me.
But after hearing what he said, confessing that he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever met doesn’t sit right. Being a pretty face isn’t something he had to work for or even something he did on purpose. It just is. And so I keep that side quiet and say, “It’s the only way I can make you do what you’re told. And the controlling side of me really fucking loves to see someone so stubborn give in, all because I told you to.”
An exhale shivers from him. “Both of our reasons are fucked-up.”
“They are.”
“I don’t care though.”
I didn’t think he would, but those four little words feel like they’re saying more than they should. “What now? We fuck again, then pretend it didn’t happen until we give in the next time?”
“No.” He moves so fast I don’t have time to move away. Hudson’s chest and torso press to mine, hard cock slotting against my own, and my hands find his hips under the water. There’s nothing that gets my blood pumping like a solid man against me. “I say that we fuck again. Then instead of pretending like it didn’t happen, we do it again.” He nips at my earlobe. “And again. And we give in to the fact that as long as I’m in this town, we’re going to want each other, no matter whether we actually like each other or not. My body wants your body, and your body wants mine. We need to stop fighting it. Just give in. Enjoy the one good thing we can get out of crossing each other’s paths.”
I’m so used to fighting. I’m so used to being in control ofeverything in my world. What he’s asking for: open-ended sex that will end when he leaves isn’t something that can be controlled.
“Why can’t I stop wanting you?” I groan.
“It’s chemistry.” His lips tease mine. “Now, do you agree to the deal? Or am I walking out of here?”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SEVEN
HUDSON
I’d been prepared to leave—with a lot of whining and pain—but Wilde doesn’t take that option. Is it cocky of me to say that I knew he never would?
Maybe we should be talking more or sorting through the landslide of issues that exists between us, but talking can come later when I’m able to concentrate on anything other than how good this feels. His confidence and the way he knows exactly what he wants and isn’t worried about demanding it does things to me that I probably shouldn’t feel, but I’m not going to fight it. Not when my dick is so enticingly hard.
Wilde maybe has an inch on me, if that, so we’re almost eye to eye as we breathe through this intense arousal, and I watch his face for any sign of doubt.
He’s backing me up, hands a steady presence on my hips as we head back toward the shore. Our cocks skim under the water, and all it does is tease me harder.
“I think I hate your beard as much as you hate my eyelashes,” I tell him.
Wilde pauses where the water reaches mid-shin and briefly squeezes his hold tighter. “Lie down.”
I do as I’m told, half on the rocky shoreline while the water laps at my calves. Wilde’s big body covers mine, and the heat of the day and light brush of the breeze mean nothing with his body warmth taking over.
He dips his mouth by my ear. “One day, when my beard is scraping your inner thighs, I’ll ask you what you think of it then.”
