“I’m sure there are at least a dozen rooms upstairs,” he said through clenched teeth. “Pick one.”
“I can’t just disappear. My parents are hosting the event.” She stole a glance over her shoulder. “They’ll be looking for me”
“Do. It. Now.”
His command made her knees go weak. What was it about this man that could be so aggravating one minute and so unbelievably hot the next? Allie gave a resigned sigh and, against her better judgment, started toward the house. She kept her head down, trying not to draw attention to herself as she weaved through the mingling guests. Fearing her mother might be consulting with the caterer, she avoided the kitchen and dining room altogether and slipped through the glass doors of the conservatory instead.
When she reached the foyer she paused briefly to make sure no one was watching before dashing up the stairs to her childhood bedroom. It looked exactly as it had when she was a little girclass="underline" French provincial furniture, lace bedspread, porcelain dolls. God, how she’d hated those porcelain dolls.
“Okay, I’m in my old room. What was so important I had to—”
“Take your panties off.”
“What?”
His voice dropped. “You heard me.”
Allie felt her face flame. “Hudson . . . I can’t do that.”
“After some of the stuff we’ve done, don’t get squeamish now. I had you cuffed to my ceiling, Alessandra. Something I hope to do again.” His words were more promise than threat. A promise she suddenly found herself wanting to hold him to. “Or maybe next time I’ll cuff you to my bed, every inch of your fuckable body at my disposal.”
His possessive tone sent of rush of heat through Allie’s body and a flood of erotic images along with it. She envisioned herself tied to Hudson’s bed, completely at his mercy and delirious with pleasure.
“You’re picturing that, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Because right now I can’t stop picturing you bent over my desk, naked and wet. Your hips lifting in anticipation, greedy to have me inside you. The hell if my assistant is mere feet away, because it has to be here. It has to be now.”
A small gasp escaped her lips. “You’re at work?”
“Yes. I kicked everyone out of my office in the middle of a deal.”
“You did?” Her heart beat faster. “Why?”
“I started thinking about last night, how you were spread out on my dining room table, rocking against my mouth. Fifteen hundred dollars an hour for the best legal opinions money can buy and I couldn’t focus on a damn word they were saying. All I could hear were the sounds you make when I’m inside you, those little moans of pleasure when you’re about to come.”
Allie’s breath hitched. His confession shocked her and at the same time she found herself incredibly aroused. She pressed her thighs together, amazed at how a simple phone conversation could have her aching with need.
“I cleared the room to call you and at the moment I’m looking out the window with my cock laying hard against my stomach. Does that turn you on, Allie, knowing my cock is out and ready for you?”
“Yes.” Her voice was barely a whisper as she pictured him stretched back in his chair. Jacket off, tie loosened, pants unzipped.
“Now do as you’re told and take your panties off.”
Allie drew a deep breath and reached under her dress. Her fingers trembled as she hooked her thumbs into her lace panties and swept them down her legs.
“Are they off?”
“Yes.”
Hudson’s voice was low and rough, but his tone turned sensual. “Lie down on the bed.”
She flipped the lock on the door, the small click echoing in the darkness. A sliver of moonlight guided her to the bed, where she followed his instructions, lying back against the ruffled pillows.
“Pull your dress around your hips.”
Her fingers curled into the green fabric as she inched her dress over her hips. Cool air rushed against her naked core, making her feel vulnerable and exposed. She knew what he wanted, what he would ask for next, and she braced for his instructions.
“Touch yourself. Feel how hot and wet you are.”
Allie hesitated before tentatively brushing her fingers up the inside of her thigh. The sound of laughter floated up from the patio and she tensed. Even if she could somehow manage to block out the rest of the world, it wouldn’t be enough. The ache between her legs begged for his touch, not hers. “I can’t,” she whispered.
Hudson groaned. “Fuck, Allie. I’ve never been so hard and thick. I need my fist gripping and stroking my cock like I’m inside you.”
The thought of Hudson pleasuring himself sent an unexpected wave of excitement coursing through her. She swallowed hard. “What’s stopping you?”
“Because I want you right there with me, baby. We’ll take it nice and slow. Close your eyes and caress your hands down your neck, let them cup your breasts. Feel how perfect they are.”
Allie’s eyes drifted shut. She followed his directions, letting her hands glide down her throat past the neckline of her dress. Her breath caught as she cupped her breasts.
He was quick with his next command. “Squeeze them how I would.”
She did as he described, and in the darkness he was with her. His warm body pressed against the length of hers. His hands squeezing and kneading her breasts. His lips trailing down her neck.
“That’s it. Get your nipples nice and hard for my mouth.” His deep voice resonated through her body, magnifying every sensation as she drew her fingertips across her breasts. Her nipples strained against the thin fabric of her dress as she slowly circled them. “Pinch them, as if I’m dragging my tongue from one to the other and pulling them between my teeth.”
She trapped her nipples between her fingers and thumbs, imagining Hudson’s teeth grazing her skin as she tugged and pulled.
“Now feel my hands sliding over your stomach and trailing soft kisses as I go.” Her breathing grew louder as his words caressed her skin. “That’s it, baby, I can hear how turned on you are.” Every inch of her body hummed with anticipation. “Now touch yourself for me. Feel my fingers parting you, sliding over your skin.”
Music wafted up the stairs, a distant reminder that they weren’t alone, but Allie no longer cared. She was far beyond shyness or shame. She was lost in the moment, focused solely on Hudson’s voice as she slid her hand between her thighs. She gasped from her own touch and moaned his name.
“Tell me what you feel, Allie. Are you ready for me?”
“Oh God, yes.” She was so wet, so ready. She needed him there with her, filling her, possessing her.
“Stroke yourself, feel my cock rubbing against you.” His voice was tight with restraint and she knew he was fighting his own release, waiting for her to join him. “Let me hear how good it feels. You want me inside you, don’t you?”
“Please,” she moaned his name and was lost, surrendering to each of his commands as he brought them both closer to the edge.
“Come with me, Allie.” His words pushed out on an explosive breath. “Fuck.”
White knuckles gripped the bedspread as searing pleasure ripped through her. She turned her head toward the pillow, letting it absorb her cries.
“This is what you do to me, Allie.” Hudson’s breath was still harsh in her ear. “You have the power to make me come harder than anyone and yet it’s never enough. Come to my place tonight, I can’t wait until tomorrow.”
“Yes,” she managed to say, still trying to collect her wits. Allie sat up and ran her fingers through her hair. She didn’t need a mirror to know her face was flushed.
“Oh, and one more thing, Alessandra.” She could hear his grin through the phone. “Enjoy the rest of the party.”