Sinner(214)

He shoves me back against the ivy-covered wall behind me, his body so close to mine that I can feel his heat. “I gave that girl a ride home because she was wasted, and her boyfriend was being an asshole.”

“Oh, please, fucking save me the bullshit Hudso-”

“Logan.” He growls out. “Logan was her boyfriend. They fought, she was drunk, and I was going back to New York anyways. That’s why she was in my car.”

His eyes pierce into me, and I’m trying to fight the cooling effect they’re having on my temper because I need to be mad. I need to scream at him and tell him I hate him because if I don’t I’ll explode. “You- you told that group of guys that we-!”

“You didn’t hear the whole thing, did you.”

The winter wind whips up over the terrace, and I shiver against him.

“Those guys were a bunch of douchebag finance assholes who worked for Archer Holdings, and I bumped into them after I told Logan I’d take his girl home.”

His eyes narrow as if he’s remembering the moment, and he sort of looks through me as he talks. “They were all bullshitting around, talking about girls and their conquests or whatever, when one of them said something about a pool they all had about sleeping with one of the Archer girls.”

Hudson’s face glowers darkly, and his eyes flash with a fierce emotion. “One little prick said something especially foul about you, and yeah, what I said was; ‘if you think a girl like that is just another place to get your dick wet, we’re going to have a problem’ ”. Hudson’s eyes bore fiercely into mine.

“I’m guessing you left before I told him I’d push him off the fucking roof if I ever heard him talk about you or your sisters like that again.”

I stare at him, feeling the heat of his palms on my skin in stark contrast to the chill in the air around us. I want to believe him - desperately want to believe him, but I’m still hanging onto that hate, that feeling of betrayal. I roll my eyes and sneer at him. “Oh, right, and you expect me to believe-”

“Goddamnit, Reagan,” He snarls at me, his face strained and tight, and suddenly I know I’m watching that armor drop away and I’m seeing the real Hudson. “Do you have any fucking idea how hard it was to walk away from you?” He says softly, “How could you think I’d-”

“Because thats you! That’s just fucking like you, Hudson!”

“Not since you!” He barks.

“What the hell is that suppose to me-”

“Jesus, Reagan for once will you just shut the fuck up.” And then he’s kissing me, his lips crashing into mine hard as he presses me up against the stone behind me, and I feel my whole body fall into him.

But I yank myself back from him somehow, and before I can think it through, I’m smacking him across the face. “I’m not going to be just another notch you know!”

And this time, I’m kissing him, smothering that look of wild bewilderment and primal fury on his face as I kiss him with everything I have. I feel his strong arms tighten around my waist, pulling me hard against him, and I moan into his mouth as I feel the throbbing between his legs pressing hotly against me.

“You could never be ‘just another’ anything, Reagan Archer,” he growls into my kiss. “You couldn't be even if you tried.” And when he kisses me again, the whole world disappears around us.

I grind into him, whimpering into his mouth as I feel his body hard against mine and feel his hands slide down to cup my ass. I’m shoving aside the voice inside my head that’s screaming at what a terrible idea all of this is, trying to smother it as Hudson smothers my mouth with his lips. I shouldn’t be kissing him like this, or moaning into his mouth as his hands grab my ass, or arching my back and rocking my pelvis against the thick hardness of his cock pressing at the front of his pants. No, I definitely shouldn’t be doing any of those things. Not here, not now, and definitely not with Hudson Banks.

“We- we shouldn’t be doing this!” I whimper out, moaning as he sucks my earlobe between his lips.

“We should definitely be doing this,” he growls softly. “I can’t even tell you what I wanted to do with you the last time we were up here,” he says hotly into my ear, sending shivers through my whole body.

Oh, I want to know everything he wanted to do with me. Everything he wants to do with me. “Show me,” I whisper out, my voice heavy with lust, and I’m shocked at my own words even as true as they are.

He’s yanking my prim and proper jacket off of me, and I’m shrugging it off my shoulders as I moan into his kiss.