Page 59 of Lucky Laces
And that’s it.
That’s.It.
He doesn’t allow that hand to drift south, doesn’t slip between my legs, doesn’t get naked and thrust deep.
He just holds me.
Warms me.
Oh, no.I’m so totally fucked.
I think the certainty of that is why I react the way I do—or maybe it’spartof the reason I react the way I do.Because the other half of my next actions are because even with that glorious orgasm he just gave me…I’m empty.
And I think the only person who can fill me up is Hudson.
I shift, allowing the blanket to drop from my body, but as I do it, I roll, drawing him over the top of me.
“You can be my blanket,” I say, reaching for the hem of his shirt while simultaneously pushing at the waistband of his sweats…and not really succeeding in getting either of them off, so I add, just to make it very clear what I want, “Mynakedblanket.”
Sparks of lightning in those gorgeous gray eyes.
But I don’t miss the hesitation either.“DeeDee, you don’t have?—”
I give up on the shirt and focus on his sweats.Mostly because while I want to spend some quality time with his naked torso and all the muscles I glimpsed there in our time together in my office, and while he was working hard in the team’s gym, the lower half is what is going to bring us both the most pleasure.
He groans when I get my hand under the waistband, then again when I grip his cock tight.
And fuck if I’m not already close again—wet and aching, the tendrils of an orgasm in my belly.
Just from touching him.
Just from watching his head drop forward, the cords of his neck standing out in sharp relief as he thrusts into my hand, his eyes scorching as they burn into mine.
Beautiful.
He’s beautiful.
“I want you inside me,” I whisper and just saying the words out loud ramps me higher.“I need you, honey,” I say when it looks as though he may protest.“Please.”
A long, taut moment.
I tighten my grip, say again.“Please, Hudson,” I all but beg.“Make us both feel good.”
Shuddering, he grinds his teeth together, expression unfathomable.
Then he…rears back and his shirt disappears.
Or maybe it’s tossed across the room.
Or maybe I just don’t care.
Because he’s reaching for a bag on the coffee table—the bag of his belongings from the hospital.I frown, but only for a second because then he’s pulling out his wallet, opening it, and extracting a condom from inside.
Oh, thank fuck.
Relief pours through me…but only for a second.
Because then he’s rolled the condom down the hard length of his cock and he’s nudging my legs further apart, notching himself at my entrance and thrusting in and?—
