Page 32 of Make Me Swoon

“Why?” I ask as I finish off my chicken.

“I think it would come in handy with you. I swear, sometimes I’d kill to be able to know what you were thinking.”

My heart beats fast at that and I grab my beer, finishing it off.

“What about you?” he asks.

“Yeah, I want to read minds too.”

He seems to pick up on my change in mood and he steers us back to more neutral territory.

“Would you ratherbe chronically under-dressed or overdressed?”

“Under. That way at least I would be comfortable,” I say with a laugh.

He nods and the game goes on until we’re done eating. I insist on helping him with dishes and clean up.

“Want another beer?” he asks and I nod, wandering over to the glass door and looking out over the beach and water.

He passes me a beer and I follow him into the living room. He takes a seat on the couch and I sit down next to him. There is a TV, but he doesn’t turn it on. Instead, we both look out the window, watching as the waves come in.

“I love your place. It’s cool that you’re so close to the water,” I tell him and he turns to me with a soft smile.

His dimple is just barely showing and I suddenly have the desire to lean over and kiss it.

So, I do.

Hudson’s breath catches as my lips make contact with his cheek. His body goes stiff as a board as I lean against him.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” I whisper as I pull back and he stares at me for a beat.

Then his lips are on mine. His hands are in my hair and I move closer to him on the couch. His body is so firm and warm beneath my fingers. I want to feel him against me. I want to straddle him. I want to feel his weight on top of me.

Hudson’s hand falls to my hip and he tugs on the back of my thigh. I get what he’s trying to say and throw my leg over his. His hands grip my hips then and he pulls me tight against him so that I can feel that thick ridge in his pants.

I moan, opening my mouth for him and greedily tangling my tongue with his. He groans as I suck on his tongue, my hips starting to grind down on him.

“Fuck, Lyla. You’re so hot,” he whispers as we come up for air.

“Take your clothes off,” I whisper back and he laughs.

“Yes, ma’am.”

I tug my tank top off as Hudson starts to unbutton his shirt and I stand, wiggling out of my jeans and kicking my shoes off as Hudson’s shirt gets tossed aside. He lifts his hips, unbuttoning and tugging down his pants as I move to straddle him again.

My hands land on his chest and I rub my fingers through his chest hair and up to his shoulders.

Hudson is watching me, his eyes dark and locked on my face. He’s waiting to see what I’ll do next, how far I want to go tonight.

I want to go all the way with him.

I reach behind me, keeping my eyes locked with his as I unhook my bra and let the straps slip down my arms.

“Fuck,” Hudson hisses.

“Yes please.”

Hudson growls and the next thing I know, my back is flat on the couch and Hudson is coming down over me.

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