Page 10 of Something That Could Last

“You and I both know it’s not.”

HUDSON

There’s no more time for words. I kiss her again, half following her lead toward the bed, our keys and jackets creating a trail from the living room, followed by her top and my t-shirt. Shoes and boots drop to the floor as we giggle, our mouths still crushed together.

Our bodies tumble onto her bed in a tangle of arms and legs, tongues lashing, tasting, claiming. Arden tastes of heaven, the scent of the wind still caught in her hair. She’s my past, and my future all rolled into one perfect present.

How often can a man meet the woman who left such an indelible mark in his eight-year-old soul, disappear and then reappear like a favorite dream, only she’s not a dream?

This time she’s real. She’s here.

And she’s with me.

The time for formalities is over. I want her, and she wants me just as much, her fingers raking through my hair as my mouth leaves her lips to taste the skin of her neck. Her palms are hot against my back, her fingernails raking across my skin.

She tilts her head back as I run my tongue along her neck, shoulder, and collarbone. My hand cups her breast, my tongue tracing the cup of her lace bra.

“Hudson,” she whispers, her breathing hard as I slide my hand along her belly, my fingers finding the buttons of her jeans.

“You’re perfection,” I murmur against her warm skin, my breathing hard. I unbutton her jeans and slide them down her hips. She feels so good in my arms. It’s as if she’s always belonged there.

“On your back.” She pushes me onto the bed, making short work of my belt buckle, pushing my jeans down my hips until they’re completely off, followed by my boxer briefs.

When she takes my cock in her hand, I close my eyes, not wanting to blow my load just yet, but how long I can hold it, I don’t know, not when the sight of Arden looking up at me as she wraps her hands around my shaft hits me like nothing I’ve ever felt before. And when she presses her lips on the head of my cock, all I can do is groan, my fingers weaving through her hair.

“You drive me crazy,” I murmur as she stops licking my shaft and gives me a wicked smile.

“Why, thank you.”

I gasp when she takes me in her mouth. Pleasure punches through my balls as she alternates between licking my cock and taking me in her mouth, deeper each time. But as amazing as it feels, I can’t last if she keeps on.

“Arden…”

She lifts her head to look at me. “Do you have protection?”

“They’re in my jeans.” I try to sit up, but she gets up from the bed and retrieves it for me. My heart is thundering inside my chest, threatening to burst as she returns, handing me my wallet. “Lie down.”

She lies on the bed and watches me roll the condom over my cock. “I want you, Hudson,” she whispers as I position myself between her legs. Next time, there’ll be more time to taste her on my tongue. But not tonight. Tonight, I want to make her mine.

I take my time, rubbing my swollen cock against her opening before pushing in, losing myself in the sensations that take over. Her body against mine, her arms holding me tight, her fingernails digging into my back. Arden feels so good wrapped around my cock, her core squeezing me as I move inside her, inch by pleasurable inch, her body accommodating me.

I kiss her on the lips, her cheek, her neck. I suck the skin between her neck and shoulder blade, her nipple, and her lower lip. I’m lost in the sound of her moans and the sound of my name leaving her lips. And when I slip my hand between us to rub her clit as I thrust into her again and again, I know being lost in her is only the beginning.

She gasps and cries out my name, the walls of her pussy pulsing around me as she comes. “Come for me.”

I weave my fingers with hers, pinning her hands to the bed as her fevered voice fills my ears. My name, her release. Every inch of me, hers to keep.

My release comes like a tidal wave, taking everything in its path. My pride, my dignity, my innocence.

I’m hers. All hers.

ChapterFive

ARDEN

How can the week pass me by so fast? But somehow, it does, and my producer’s text too soon informs me of a feature assignment with my name on it.

Time frame?I text back, his response arriving within seconds.

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