Hudson bent low and lifted her up in a rush, her legs hooked over his arms, his cock laying hot and heavy at the lips of her sex. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
“Don’t stop.” She was breathing hard, panting with need. “Please . . .”
With that he thrust deeply, entering her on a solid stroke, then stilled. If he moved he was going to be royally fucked. She felt so good, too good. Perfect. Like he was made to be inside her.
“Oh, God.” She sucked in a sharp breath and shuddered. “You’re so deep.”
Holding her effortlessly, he pulled out to the tip, then powered into her again. Picture frames rattled on the wall as he took over and over—harder, faster, deeper—fucking her like a man possessed.
Allie’s head rolled back against the wall. Her eyes drifted shut and her lips parted on a soft moan as her entire body began to quake.
“That’s it, feel it for me.” God, he loved seeing her like this. With her back arched, taking all he gave her, his name breathlessly rolling off her tongue.
Her core tightened around him and she cried out, the sounds of her orgasm a symphony as her nails scored his shoulders. The sweet lick of pain that spread across his upper back made him hungrier, greedier.
“Fuck, Allie,” he growled, unable to think past the sensations. His head dropped and he started to come, his cock kicking deep inside her as he pitched over the edge into his own release. Once the tremors subsided, he stilled, leaning heavily against Allie and breathing harshly against her neck. His broad palm smoothed down her thigh and carefully lowered one of her legs to the floor.
Her body sagged against his as she struggled to catch her breath. “That was . . .”
“Not my best effort.” He lifted his head and brushed her hair away from her face. “But Christ, Allie, you make me lose control like a goddamn teenager.”
Hudson cupped her jaw and kissed her softly, feeling his way across her lips. “I think a better demonstration of my skills is in order.” And this time he wanted to look into her eyes as she came.
Still buried inside her, he lowered his head and flicked his tongue reverently across her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. As he curled his tongue around the taut peak, he watched her teeth sink into her lower lip. Immediately, he felt himself begin to harden again.
Allie’s eyes widened and her breath hitched. “Already?”
“Oh yes.” Trailing both of his hands over the curve of her ass, he picked her up. In one fluid movement, he swept the mail off the console table and laid Allie out on top of it. His hand fell to the back of her thigh, lifting her into a deft roll of his hips as he pushed in deeper. “I have ten years of catching up to do.”
Chapter Twelve
The sound of a phone ringing ripped through the silence of Allie’s bedroom. Hudson slid his arm out from under her, reaching into the darkness to grab it before it woke the whole damn neighborhood. He was about to silence it when he saw the name on the screen.
“Nick?” He dropped his legs over the side of the bed and scrubbed a hand down his face, forcing himself awake. “What’s wrong?”
“It wasn’t your fault, ya know?” The words fell lazily out of Nick’s mouth.
Hudson looked over his shoulder as Allie began to stir. He lowered his voice. “Fuck, Nick, didn’t we just do this?”
“You were only a kid. Crap hand, Hudson, s’all it was. Just a case of wrong place, wrong time.”
“Where are you?” Hudson scanned the room trying to figure out where the hell his clothes were.
Allie shot up. Hudson’s brow furrowed as she bolted out of the bed and grabbed her robe, wrapping the satin around herself before disappearing into the bathroom.
“And they were wrong about you, anyway.” Nick laughed in a short burst. “My brother who turns shit to gold.”
“Are you at home?”
“Yeah, and I’m still vertical.” Nick laughed as if he was impressed with himself. Hudson heard the furniture skid as two objects did a meet and greet, then Nick cursed when something crashed to the floor. “Sort of. Hey, you wanna get a beer?”
“Christ, it’s after four. Go to bed, Nick.”
“No? Okay. I’ll throw ’em back for the two of us.” There was the hiss and crack of a bottle being opened, then a cap clinking onto a counter. The telltale signs of his brother’s mission to get rip-roaring. “Cheers, bro.” Nick slugged down whatever number beer he was on and swallowed hard. “I just wanted to tell you that I love you, man. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yeah, Nick.” Hudson’s mouth drew into a grim line and his eyes closed. He felt the same aching sadness he did every time his brother started this shit. He needed to get him off the phone.
“You’re all I have.” Nick’s voice was soft.
Hudson heard the sound of splashing water and a moment later Allie appeared in the doorway. He tracked her movements as she darted across the room, gathering his clothes in her arms. When she lifted his pants, a condom fell out of the pocket.
“I have to go, Nicky. Get some sleep. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He ended the call and looked over at Allie with the Trojan pinched between her fingers. The condom was still perfectly rolled up, a testimony to his impatience and a decision that was damn hard to defend. The same panic that flared in her eyes was doing a stranglehold on his chest. God, he was such a bastard for being so reckless with her body. “I’m clean, Allie, I swear. I’ve always been careful. But so help me, tell me you’re on the pill?”
“Yes, of course I am.”
His shoulders relaxed. “Good. Now come back to bed,” he said, reaching for her.
“You need to go. Here,” Allie held out his pants. “Put these on.”
Hudson grabbed his pants and tossed them to the side. His mouth curved into a mischievous grin. “A few hours ago you couldn’t get me naked fast enough.” Pushing to his feet, he reached for Allie again, only to have her slip out of his grasp, his fingers brushing the side of her hip.
“Hudson, I’m serious. The sun will be up soon, and I can’t have my neighbors see you.” She picked his discarded shirt up off the floor and held it out to him.
“I don’t give a shit about your neighbors.” He threw the shirt on the bed and tugged on the sash of her robe.
“Please, Hudson.” Allie swatted his hands away and retied her robe.
“This isn’t about your neighbors, is it?” Hudson grabbed his shirt off the bed and shrugged it on. “What time are you expecting him?”
“I’m not,” she said, searching for his shoes and socks. “I just need you to go.”
His eyes drifted around the room, looking for any indications of another man. “He doesn’t stay here, your fiancé?” With quick jabbing motions, he pulled his boxer briefs up his thighs, followed by his pants. Hudson’s hand paused for a moment, waiting for an answer before zipping up his fly.
“He used to, in the beginning.” Allie avoided his gaze as she collected his wallet and keys from the nightstand. “He prefers his hotel room.”
Hudson closed the distance between them. “Good. I think I’d go half crazed if I could smell him on your sheets.” Slipping a finger under her chin, he forced her to meet his stare. “I want them to smell of me. Only me.” Hudson took her face between his hands and pressed a tender kiss to her lips. He’d foolishly thought being with her would sate his need, but his hunger had only grown stronger. Even now, just the feel of her lips against his had him wanting more. He felt his cock begin to stir and it took every ounce of self-control not to toss her back on the bed and bury himself inside her till the sun came up. “I need to see you again.”
“I’ll call you.” Allie pushed the rest of his belongings into his hand. “But for now, please, I need you to go.” Hudson moved through the house at Allie’s insistence. Fuck that. He was being herded.