Page 35 of Unwrapped By the Grumpy Mountain Man
"I don't want to stop," I admit, surprising myself with my honesty. "I'm just nervous."
Hudson studies me for a moment, then asks carefully, "Violet, have you... been with someone before?"
My cheeks burn with embarrassment. "Yes. Once. Prom night, senior year." I laugh awkwardly. "It was so awful I never wanted to try again."
To my surprise, Hudson doesn't laugh or look pitying. Instead, his eyes darken with something that looks almost like possessiveness.
"So your only experience with sex was some fumbling kid who didn't know what he was doing?"
I nod, unable to form words under the intensity of his gaze.
Hudson moves closer again, his large body radiating heat. "That's a shame," he says, voice dropping to a rumble that Ifeel in my bones. "Because a woman like you deserves to be thoroughly pleasured."
My breath catches at his words. "Hud..."
"As your husband," he continues, the title sending a thrill through me, "I could remedy that situation. If you wanted."
"You said this was just an arrangement," I remind him weakly, even as my body leans toward his like a flower seeking the sun.
"It is," he agrees, his hand finding mine on the bed between us. "But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy certain... benefits."
He lifts my hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to my inner wrist. The simple gesture sends shockwaves of sensation up my arm.
"We could start slow," he suggests, his breath warm against my skin. "Discover what you like." He places another kiss, slightly higher on my arm.
"Your dislikes." A kiss on the other arm.
"Your needs." His lips press against my shoulder, then trail to the sensitive spot where my neck meets my collarbone.
I gasp, my body arching toward him instinctively.
"What do you say, Goldie?" he murmurs against my skin, one hand sliding to my waist, his thumb brushing the strip of bare skin where my tank top has ridden up. "Want to discover what you've been missing?"
The heat pooling low in my belly answers before my mind can overthink it. I tangle my fingers in his dark hair, tilting his face up to meet mine.
"Yes, please."
CHAPTER NINE
HUDSON
The moment she walked out of the bathroom, her skin still glistening from the shower, her creamy bare shoulders…I wasn’t surviving tonight.
I sink my hand into her waist. She’s soft and warm. I slowly run my hand up under her tank until my thumb brushes below her full breast.
“Hud,” she gasps again, arching into my touch. The familiar way she’s shortened my name feels right.
I lean my body slightly over hers, kissing up her neck. My thumb finds her peaked nipple and I gently rub around it. Her hand rakes into my hair, holding on. I love her boldness. I want to see her unravel for me in this bed. Our bed.
My wife.
That fucking turns me on in ways I wasn’t expecting.
I nibble on her lobe, my hot breath stirring her more. Her thighs are restless as she whimpers and moans.
At her ear, I whisper, “Has anyone tasted your pussy, Goldie?” Her hitched breath at the question makes my cock jerk.
“Never,” she exhales.
