Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 157273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
The words alone had me melting, but the way he withdrew only to slam home again turned me molten. He set a rhythm that had me gasping, keening for the next thrust, the next dose of the bliss I was shamelessly addicted to.
“Every time. You’re. In a. Studio.” He punctuated the words with the snap of his hips. “I want. You to. Remember. Exactly. How this feels.” His face flushed, and sweat beaded on our skin, and the only time he looked away was to stare down at where we were joined. “What. We do. To each other.”
Fuck, I was doomed to never look at a mirror the same way again.
When his gaze found mine again, he looked starved.
“I need your mouth.” He withdrew completely, and I whimpered in protest at the loss, but he gripped my waist, and the barre flew from my hands as the world spun and Hudson filled my vision.
His mouth consumed mine as he lifted me into his arms, and I wound my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist. My ass hit the barre, and then he was inside me again, stroking deep, feeding the wild desperation that had me moaning into his mouth.
Every stroke was better than the last. Every thrust sent me higher, wound me tighter.
“Fucking barre,” he groaned against my mouth, and then we were moving. My back hit the section of mirror where the barre ended, and then he drove so deep I saw stars, and our kiss muffled our shouts.
“More,” I demanded, using the mirror to arch into every thrust, and he braced one hand beside my head and gripped my hip with the other, delivering everything I needed.
God, this was life. This was the meaning of breath, and the purpose of existence. Just Hudson.
Tension built, coiling so tightly that I lost the ability to rock back into him as my muscles locked, then started trembling. And still he took me, kissed me, sent me up in flames, and became the very air I drew on.
“Hudson,” I cried, riding a painful edge.
“I’ve got you, love.” His hand slipped between us, and the next touch sent me careening into pure light.
I fractured into a thousand tiny pieces, but somehow Hudson held me together. My hips arched again and again as the orgasm pulsed through me, crashing like endless waves on a beach. I felt him tense, and hung on as he found his own release, spearing my fingers into his hair and cradling his head.
We came down together, gasping for breath, staring into each other’s eyes like the beginning and end of everything in the universe was held between us. My heart rate descended slowly, and I fought the very real logic that tugged at the corners of my mind, knowing there were things that needed to be said, decisions that had to be made. Knowing I didn’t want to give him up.
“Allie.” Hudson pushed my hair back from my face. “We should—”
I cut him off. “Take me to bed. Before anyone gets home. Just take me to bed.”
Anything and everything could wait until tomorrow.
I wanted tonight with him.
He carried me upstairs, and gave me exactly what I asked for, looking at me like we had forever and making love to me like we lived on borrowed time.
I was barely conscious when he slipped out of bed, and when I cracked an eye open, I saw pink through the window. “What time is it?” I burrowed deeper into my pillow and smiled at Hudson’s scent.
“Six,” he answered, already dressed in one of the uniforms from my closet. He sat on the edge of my bed and stroked his hand across my hair. “I’ll take Sadie out so you can sleep. Beachman is picking me up for a meeting, and Gavin will be by in about an hour to get his car. I’ll only be gone a few hours.”
“You should stay.” I caught his hand and pressed a kiss to his palm.
“Trust me, I would if I could, and when I get back, we have to talk.” His brow knit. “About the bags you have packed, and us, and . . . things I need to tell you. We just have to talk.”
“Okay,” I agreed begrudgingly. “But it’s hard to have a serious conversation when we don’t even know where you’ll be living.”
“Yeah.” A corner of his mouth rose, and he stole a quick, soft kiss. “Hopefully I’ll hear today.”
“I know you put Cape Cod first,” I said, rolling to my back. “But I really hope you get Sitka. You deserve to catch that dream, Hudson.”
“Dreams can change.” He smiled as he stood, then backed away toward the door. “I meant to tell you sooner, but I changed my first choice right before I sent the list in.”
“To Alaska?” I propped myself up on my elbows as he opened the bedroom door.