Page 36 of Make Me Swoon

“I really like you,” he says.

“I really like you too.”

The words I love you are on the tip of my tongue but I can’t get them out. Surely, it’s too soon to be saying things like that. Right?

His lips capture mine as his hands move up my ribcage until he’s cupping my breasts in his big, capable hands. His hands knead the soft globes and I break the kiss, pulling away as I moan, my head falling back.

Hudson kisses down my neck, his lips finding the pulse point at the base of my throat. I push into him, wanting his hands on my skin, on every inch of me.

I raise my hands over my head, letting him drag the thin cotton of my shirt over my head. He drags the cup of my bra down, exposing my nipple to the cold air. It puckers instantly, tightening into a stiff peak.

“Perfection,” Hudson whispers against my skin and I gasp as his warm mouth sucks the tight bud into his mouth.

His tongue swirls around it and I arch into him. My eyes flutter open and I watch as the fan spins round and round on the ceiling above us. Hudson’s hands go around my back and he pulls me into him, his hands tangling in my purple hair as he devours my breasts.

He pulls the other cup down and I swear that I’m about to explode. My whole body feels like it’s on fire. I’m hot and needy, aching for him to make me come.

Everything about Hudson turns me on. He’s so strong, so smart and capable. He’s sexy and funny, but right now it’s his body that is doing it for me.

The toned abs, the full lips, and dark blue eyes, the chiseled lines of him, all of the dips and planes. All of it is a work of art that I want to admire for hours.

Hudson pulls back and I bite back a whine, missing having his mouth on me.

“Bed,” he orders and I nod, pushing down my pants as I back up toward the mattress.

Hudson’s eyes are burning, glinting in the sun as he takes me in and I straighten my shoulders, wanting him to look his fill. It’s obvious that my body turns him on just as much as his turns me on.

Hudson pushes me down onto the bed and I start to wiggle let out of my panties, letting Hudson pull them the rest of the way off.

“Fuck. Every inch of you is a dream, Lyla.”

My body warms at the compliment and I hold my hand out to him, wanting to feel his weight on top of me. He pulls his shirt off first, kicking his shoes off as he pushes his pants down his toned legs.

He comes down over me and I spread my legs. He’s still wearing his boxers, so we’re not skin on skin but I can still feel how hard and hot he is.

His head dips again and his mouth latches onto one of my nipples, sucking the whole thing into his mouth. His mouth is so hot and wet, the suction so perfect that I’m close to coming in seconds.

My toes curl into the sheets as my hips rock restlessly against his and he switches to my other breast.

That spot between my legs is getting wet, tiny sparks going off with every bite, suck, and caress that he gives my breasts. It’s not quite enough though. The nagging emptiness between my legs just won’t go away and the dull ache is starting to drive me crazy with need.

I remember how he went down on me on the couch at his house and I want to return the favor. I push on his chest and he lets my nipple go with a pop, leaning up to look at me questioningly.

“I want to take care of you,” I say, my fingers running down his chest, following his happy trail down to the band of his boxers.

Hudson pushes off of the bed, reaching for his boxers and I drop to my knees, helping him pull them down his legs. They pool at his feet and he steps out of them as I reach up, fisting his thick length.

I open my mouth wide, sucking in the tip of his cock as Hudson’s hand tangles in my hair. He doesn’t push on my head, he just rests his hands there, his fingers tugging on the strands as my head starts to bob.

The feeling lights up my scalp and I moan as I take more of him into my mouth. I work my hand in time with my mouth and my body only burns hotter as I feel him swell against my tongue, hear the moans and the way that he says my name like it’s a prayer.

“Fuck,” Hudson says, pulling me off of him and he reaches down, dragging me up to my feet and then pushing me onto the bed.

I pull him down and our lips meet, we cling together as we take our time exploring each other. The earlier rush is gone and I moan, rolling him onto his back and straddling his hips.

“Let me lick your pussy,” Hudson says, but I shake my head.

I’m already wet enough and I know that if I let him do that, that he’ll take control again and I want to set the pace this time.

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