Page 55 of Dump Tackle My Heart
And God, he’s beautiful in this soft firelight.
His dark eyes are searching, hopeful and aching, and I feel something inside mesnap.
I’m done pretending.
I tilt my head, letting my fingers trace the edge of his jaw.
And then I nod.
Just once. But it’s enough.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “I think I am.”
I kiss him again.
Deeper. Longer. Until I feel his growl vibrate through my chest.
He moves like he’s been waiting his whole life for this. One strong arm around me, the other tugging my hoodie over my head.
My sweats slide down next, pooling at my ankles, and the heat of the fire hits my bare skin all at once.
His boxers are next, and then he’s lying back—gloriously naked.
A living, breathing symphony of bronzed skin, black ink swirling over his chest and arms, muscles shifting like poetry as he moves.
“Hudson,” I whimper, my hands splayed across his chest, feeling his heart hammer under my palms.
“So perfect, Sweetheart,” he growls, voice low and rough. “Feel so good. Wanna see you ride me.”
His huge hands clamp around my waist, lifting me just enough to position me.
The fire pops in the hearth, snow hisses softly against the windowpanes, and it feels like the whole world has narrowed to this moment.
His breathing is rough. Like his hands as he guides himself to my entrance.
He’s so hot. So unbelievably sexy. I almost can’t believe he wants me so badly, but he does. I can see it. Feel it.
I tremble, thighs quivering as the blunt tip of him brushes against my soaked slit.
“I wanna hear you, Dani. There’s no one but us. I wanna hear you scream for me,” he growls.
His gaze locks on mine—dark, intent, and almost reverent.
I take a breath, and I slam myself down. Not slow, but deliberate, swallowing up all his inches in that one hard, claiming thrust.
“OH YES!” I groan out loud because he’s right.
We’re all alone here.
And the stretch of him inside me makes me moan.
A gasp of pleasure and disbelief slips past my lips, my nails digging into his shoulders as his hands travel up my body, tugging on my nipples before dropping them down to my ass.
“Look at me, Dani,” he murmurs, thumbs stroking circles onto my flesh. “Just like that let me see you.”
I do.
I look down at him, at the way his jaw clenches, at the way his eyes go molten as I settle onto him completely.
