I laugh and smack his hand away as it slides down over my breast. “Oh is that the kind of attention I’m looking for with my core voter pool?”
He snorts. “Hell no, this belongs to me only.” His hands slides back down and cups my breast through my thin sweater, and I roll my eyes.
“Oh, belongs to you, huh? So I guess I’m just your own private little plaything?”
“Yep, you’ve got it.”
I laugh again and nuzzle my face into his broad strong chest. “How come I can never tell if you’re a good influence or a terrible one?”
He chuckles. “Tell me that’s not half the fun.”
I close my eyes and grin and just savor the moment. “I just feel like we missed out on so much time, because of, well, you know.”
He reaches down and turns my face up with his fingers on my chin, and his eyes are boring right into mine. “It was time I needed to figure out me, and and time that you needed to become, well, look at you. Now you’re this fucking sexy as hell State Senate candidate.”
I roll my eyes in mock disdain. “Oh, now? What was I back then, hmm?”
He kisses me fiercely. “Oh you just weren’t a politician back then,” he says as he slides his tongue teasingly over my lips, making me smile. “But that doesn’t mean you weren’t sexy as fuck.”
Something about the way he says that word fuck sends a shiver of arousal through my body, and the fact that his hand is still on my breast and that his finger is starting to circle slowly around my nipple through the thin material of the sweater has me suddenly squirming in my seat against him.
“Say it again,” I whisper, biting my lip as I feel his mouth slide down to my ear.
“What,” he says, sending electric shocks through my whole nervous system as he growls into my ear. “That you’re sexy as fuck?”
A small gasp escapes my lips as my eyes close, and I can feel him grin devilishly into my ear. “Ahh, does innocent little Reagan Archer get hot and bothered when I say the word ‘fuck’?”
“I’m innocent am I?”
“Not after I’m done with you.”
The moan that drops from my lips is the only confirmation he needs, and suddenly his hands are doing a lot more than teasing. I gasp as he slides them up under my sweater and under my bra, his fingers teasing my nipples. He kisses me fiercely, his lips bruising mine as he growls into my mouth, and only pulling back to pull the sweater off over my head and tear my bra off.
His hands are on my waist, his fingers teasing along the seam of my jeans. “Take these off,” he growls into my mouth. I look around sheepishly, even though I know we’re the only ones up here.
“Now, Princess.”
His words send a throbbing wave of desire right through me. God, how does he do that to me? I’m not one to be bossed around like this, and yet no sooner does he say it then I’m unbuttoning them and pulling them down off my feet.
“Those too.” He draws my mouth back to his as I skim my panties down my legs, and then I’m totally naked in the front of seat of Hudson Banks’s Charger.
I curl my legs up under me, but he stops me with a hand on my thigh. “Uh-uh, show me.” He looks at me like a wolf cornering his prey. “Show me how you played with yourself when you’d think of me.”
I blush and shake my head at him. “Why you arrogant-” I trail off as I bite my lip, seeing the fire in his eyes flare at me. Seeing right into me. And suddenly, I want to show him. I want to show him everything.
I keep my eyes locked on his as I spread my legs and lean back against the door behind me. My heart is racing in my ears as I slide my hand down over my stomach, and then I’m moaning quietly as my fingers find my wetness. I’m biting my lip and gasping quietly as I roll my fingers over my aching clit, and the look of pure unbridled hunger and lust in his eyes is driving me crazy, as is the huge bulge in his pants.
And then he’s pulling his shirt off, and my eyes are roaming over his muscles and his tattoos and his scars, and it’s so fucking hot and feels so goddamn sexy to be touching myself like this while he watches. “Hudson, I want to see-”
But he’s already yanking his pants down, and his thick cock is springing up to slap against his muscled abdomen. And then he’s leaning over across the seat between us and kissing his way up the inside of my thigh. My head is thrown back, and I’m biting my lip and still rubbing my clit as his tongue drags over my lips and pushes inside. My other hand clutches at his hair as he licks me slowly and then faster and faster, his tongue swirling around my opening before he slides it up and sucks my finger and my clit between his lips and sucks.