It wasn’t a sound I’d tried to make, so I wasn’t sure I could repeat it. Though when he rubbed his cock up and down between my spread legs, I didn’t have to worry about trying to make it, because yet again it came from somewhere deep inside me.
Hudson grunted. “Fuck, yes.”
I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that—grabbing and pulling, grinding and groping—but when our kiss finally broke, we were both panting. I reached up and felt my swollen lips. “Wow.”
A smile spread across Hudson’s face as he leaned his forehead against mine. “Took you long enough.”
I laughed. “Shut up. I had good reason to be scared.”
Hudson pushed a lock of hair from my cheek, and his face softened. “Don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you. Except maybe a little biting.”
A sound at the other end of the hallway interrupted the intimate moment. An older couple was headed down the hall toward us.
“Shit,” Hudson said as he lowered me to my feet. In a really adorable move, he pulled my black dress down and straightened it for me.
I laughed and pointed my eyes down to his trousers. “Uhh... I don’t think I’m the one you need to worry about looking obscene.”
Hudson’s forehead wrinkled until he glanced down and saw his erection bulging from his pants. “Shit.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I got you.” I stepped in front of him and angled myself to shield him until the couple passed. Then he pulled up his zipper and partially buckled his belt.
“Come on,” he said. “I’ll walk you to your room.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“It’s on my way.”
My brows furrowed. “On your way where?”
“To the front desk. I locked myself out of my room.”
I chuckled. “Smooth, Rothschild. Smooth.”
He responded by swatting my ass. “Be nice or I won’t be a gentleman when we get to your door.”
“Maybe I don’t want you to be a gentleman.”
He hooked an arm around my shoulder as we started walking. “I said I’d be a gentleman when we’re at your door. Trust me, that shit will stay parked outside once we’re somewhere less public, now that you’re mine.”
“Oh, I’m yours now, am I?”
When we arrived at my door, Hudson kissed me gently on the lips. “You have been for a while, sweetheart. You just finally admitted it.”
I rolled my eyes as if what he said was arrogant, but it was the truth.
I grabbed his shirt. “Do you…want to come in?”
He stroked my cheek. “Yes, I want to. But no, I won’t. You have to get up in the morning. Plus, you deserve a nice date, and I’m going to give you that before we take things any further. If we go into your room, I will wind up trying to get you naked. You’re impossible to resist. Trust me, I’ve fucking tried.”
I smiled and pushed up on my tippy toes for another sweet kiss. “Goodnight, Hudson.”
“Glad you finally listened to the whisper, sweetheart.”
“I didn’t really have a choice. My whisper has been more like a scream lately.”
CHAPTER 21
Hudson
The next morning, I showed up at Stella’s door at seven thirty.
She opened it wrapped in a towel. “Hey. You’re early.”
My eyes dragged up and down a shitload of creamy, exposed skin. I shook my head. “Looks like I came at the perfect time.”
She giggled, and I swear the sound might’ve been even better than the view, and the view was pretty fucking spectacular.
Stella stepped inside. “The hair and makeup people are coming at eight, so I waited to take a shower so my hair would still be damp.”
Being inside her suite felt completely different than it had when I was here just yesterday. For example, now I could do this…
The moment the door shut, I took her in my arms and crushed my lips to hers. Last night I’d fallen asleep thinking about the way she tasted, and this morning I’d awakened starving. The soft moan that almost did me in yesterday made an appearance again—it crossed from her lips to mine and traveled straight down to my cock.
Fuck.
She probably wouldn’t stop me if I slipped the towel from around her, though that would only make things worse. If just a kiss made me feel like a savage, there was no way in hell seeing all of her would be enough. So I wrenched my mouth from hers.
Stella lifted her hand and rubbed two fingers along her bottom lip. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt what was going on in someone’s mind from just kissing them.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your kisses. They say so much. Whether it’s a sweet peck on the lips or what just happened, I just know what’s going on in your head when our lips meet.”
“Oh yeah?” I said. “What was going on in my head just now?”
“You wanted to take off my towel, but you knew that wasn’t a good idea because people will be here any minute.”