Harper was suddenly serious. It was almost unnerving. “Are you going to see him again?
“He wants me to come to his penthouse tomorrow night, but I haven’t made up my mind.”
“Look, Julian is in France for the next two weeks. It’s the perfect opportunity for you to sort this whole mess out. But I’ve got news for you: you’ll never be able to do that until you figure out what’s going on between you and Hudson. You need to talk.” She raised a brow. “And I don’t mean horizontally.”
Allie chewed on her bottom lip. “So you think I should go tomorrow?”
“What I think is that this thing with Julian happened really fast. You owe it to yourself to be sure. You’re not married yet, Alessandra, and if that message was any indication, the Duke of Bullshit sure as hell knows it.”
Allie sipped the last of her cocktail while considering her friend’s advice. She hated to admit it, but Harper was right. The only way she was going to be able to move forward was to resolve her feelings for Hudson Chase. Once and for all.
She stared into her empty glass. Her mind buzzed with scattered thoughts and unanswered questions, but one thing was clear: she had to see him again.
Chapter Fifteen
Hudson watched Allie move through his living room. His every sense heightened; his hands fisted with a growing, never sated desire. Despite his fear that she would destroy him again, his body ached with a craving that beat out any idea of self-preservation. It was taking everything he had to not drag that beautiful body down to the floor and fuck her with every bit of primal instinct to make her his.
His gaze slid over every inch of her, noting the way her dress clung to his favorite curves, before finally settling on the back of her neck as she arched over the Fazioli piano. She let her fingers skate over the ivories, then looked up, meeting his stare reflected in the window. The predator in him awoke, stretching, unfurling its muscles with graceful fluidity. He wet his lips and locked his eyes to hers as he leisurely stalked toward her. “I thought you’d never get here.”
Allie turned to face him, her cheeks flushed, her eyes luminous. “I wasn’t sure I was going to come.”
He came to a stop in front of her and swept her hair off her shoulder. “Oh, I hope so.” He dipped his head and pressed his lips to the curve of her neck. “If you’ll let me, I’ll show you a hundred ways, if not more.” He brushed his nose along her throat to her ear. “I want to learn what pleases you.” His lips trailed along her jaw until his mouth hovered over hers. “Will you let me do that?”
Lust pulsed between them. Allie grabbed him by the hair, pulling his head down and crushing his mouth against hers. With a growl that was more animal than man, his hand locked to the base of her neck and his tongue shot between her lips, taking her mouth like he was going to take the rest of her; hard and deep.
There was no denying what he wanted. He’d never stopped wanting her. He couldn’t stop. He’d only pushed his feelings for her to the darkest recesses of his mind where they’d rolled around like a grenade with its pin out.
Hudson backed her against the glass wall, the Chicago rush-hour traffic whizzing below them. His hands slid down her arms, lifting them above her head. He cuffed her wrists with one hand, pinning them to the glass as the other moved between her legs. His fingers brushed over her panties before tearing through the lace with deft fingers, shredding them from the place that was his to claim. Only his.
Her head thudded back and her body arched against his chest as his fingers slid through the slickness, spreading the moisture over her sex. “I’ve barely touched you. See how your body responds to me, Alessandra.” Mouth-to-mouth tight, his breath fanned across her lips. “So wet. So ready.”
Her hips tilted into his sensuous strokes. “It’s not fair what you do to me.”
Sinking a finger inside her, he felt her clench helplessly around him. “Who said anything about being fair?” In a deliberate move, he palmed her ass and urged her legs around his waist. A groan vibrated up his throat from the pressure of her making his cock punch to its full length.
Hudson ground his mouth against hers, marking his territory in a possessive kiss, swallowing her moans as their tongues slid over each other. He stepped away from the wall and the heel of her shoe dug into his ass with a satisfying lick of pain. She rocked against his now pounding erection and he hissed.
Faltering, he threw an arm out, catching himself on the piano. His hand gripped Allie’s waist as her ass hit the keys in a jarring chord. “I’m dying to be inside you.”
“Yes,” she said, more breath than voice as he dragged his open mouth down her throat. “Now, Hudson. I want you.”
His name sounded perfect rolling off her tongue. He shoved the skirt of her dress around her waist and with dexterous fingers ripped open his button fly. He stretched her leg up and the sight of her, glistening and open for him, had his cock twitching on the edge of an orgasm.
“I want to take my time, but I can’t wait.” Curling the end of his spine, he thrust into her hard and fast, pushing her back against the piano.
Allie’s head fell back on a cry. “Yes.”
He pulled out, his body straining as pleasure coursed through him, then pushed into her again, rotating his hips and sinking deeper. “Fuck . . . Allie.” His fingers dug into her thigh as he glanced down to where they were joined. He could see himself moving in and out of her, watching the head of his cock make an appearance before pushing deep again.
Allie’s body writhed against him with each possessive thrust. Her legs began to tremble and her hands clutched wildly at the keys. Disjointed notes vibrated beneath her, mingling with the sounds of his hunger as the spasms of her orgasm squeezed him in an alternating rhythm. Her knees buckled and Hudson banded an arm around her as she slipped off the piano and into his lap.
“I have more for you,” he rasped over her lips. Still buried inside her, he laid Allie out on the wood floor. “You’re going to come for me again.” With that he arched over her, fusing their mouths together as he pounded into her in relentless, measured drives.
“I want to feel you.” She slipped her hands under his T-shirt, running her fingers over the muscles flexing beneath his skin.
Hudson’s tempo slowed. Rearing up, he fisted the back of his shirt, yanked it over his head, and tossed it aside. He came back down over Allie, her legs wrapping around him as she shoved her hands under the waistband of his jeans to grip his flexing ass.
“Don’t stop,” she said, rocking her hips up to meet his thrusts.
“Not a chance in hell.” He was a man undone, too impassioned to be gentle. His fingers tightened in her hair, holding her in place as he stroked in and out. Bracing his feet, and with a lithe surge, he leveraged against the floor as his body rolled over hers.
He took her again in a bruising kiss, his tongue filling her mouth. One hand curled around the nape of her neck while the other fell to the back of her thigh. His movements became faster, thrusts more powerful, as they slid together as one across the polished floor.
“Come on, Allie, give it to me,” he said, each word punctuated on a breath.
Her thighs tightened around him as her climax plowed through her. A groan vibrated up the back of Hudson’s throat, mixing with Allie’s cries as his hips powered into her. “Ah, God, Allie.” He pressed his forehead against her as he came hard and long.
They lay nose-to-nose as their collective breathing slowed. After a moment, Allie craned her neck and he followed her gaze to find the couch rising like a wall behind her. She looked back at him and started to laugh.