“Right.” He cupped my face in his hands, forcing me to look only at him. “Well, I’ve got news for you, doll. I've never done this sort of shit either, and while the bright light of day may have changed your view, it hasn’t mine.”
He paused, letting his words loom heavy between us.
“And that means what?” I finally asked, afraid of his answer.
“It means I had a taste, and now I’m addicted. Not walking away from you, precious, and you’re sure as hell not walking away from me.” His heavy hands splayed across my shoulders, hauling me to him and crushing me into a possessive kiss. On instinct, my hands whispered into his hair, my body molding to his like it was meant to be there, our tongues twisting and stroking in tantalizing loops.
I should be pushing him away. Everything about his attitude made the feminist in me want to scream and hit him and tell him I couldn’t be claimed. But the fact was, he’d done it. He’d claimed me, repeatedly, last night. The best sex of my life, hands down. Hudson could win an award for pleasure. I just didn’t want to think about how much practice that must have taken on people who were not me to get there.
“You’re overthinking, precious,” he mumbled against my lips, closing our kiss with soft little nips.
“It’s kinda my thing.” I frowned, collapsing into his arms and letting him take the load off my shoulders. Maybe I had issues with control now and again, and maybe someone like Hudson was the perfect antidote. Maybe taking this ride with him would help loosen me up. At least I knew there would be no heavy commitment at the end of it. Just the way Hudson talked, I could tell he wasn’t the commitment type, so maybe he was my safe escape. My foray into reckless danger, and there was no way he could burn me because we were just a fling. This was just a fling, right? I was personally sure this was just a fling.
“Enough of the thinking. You should try feeling.” His hands slipped down my torso and over the curve of my ass, pulling me against his straining erection. “This is anything but a fling to me, Skylar. The sooner you know that, the sooner we can get to the good stuff.”
Oh God. This man was calling me on every single hang-up I had.
“Look, I know last night was incredible…” I emphasized the word—it was that incredible. “But we both have lives. I can’t just upend everything for—”
“Oh, I see what’s going on here.” He patted my ass cheek. “You’re only spontaneous with a little Scotch in your system.” He winked.
“What?” I narrowed my eyes. “No, I’m just cautious.”
“Boring.” He arched an eyebrow.
“I prefer to think before I act.”
“Predictable.”
My cheeks flamed with anger. “And I don’t normally fuck strangers.”
His eyebrows shot up, that word eliciting the shock from him I’d wanted. “But…” His fingers slid between the cheeks of my ass, hovering so close I was preparing myself for his intrusion. “Best fuck of your life, right?”
My mouth popped open just as his finger made contact with the little rosebud of my ass, swirling and stretching until the tip was breaching me. “Oh God.”
He didn’t reply, only worked his finger against my asshole, sinking it a little deeper before I was full and overtaken by need, completely aching and desperate for more. Desperate for anything.
“I dare you to tell me it wasn’t the best, Skylar.” His other hand was working at the wet flesh of my pussy. “Because last night was fucking mind-blowing for me, and I know I’m not the only one who felt it. That pussy of yours was gushing like goddamn Niagara Falls. Your lips may be able to deny it, but that sweet, juicy cunt of yours was begging for my cock. You loved how full it felt with me inside you.”
“No, I mean, yes.” I shook my head, trying to maintain some sense of logic through the haze of him. “But that doesn’t mean—”
“Like hell it doesn't, precious. I’ve never been with a woman like we were last night. You're another level, and I’m not a man who walks away from something so perfect sitting right in his lap.”
He hoisted me against him then, hauling me into the shower and smothering my lips in a kiss. He flipped on the water with one hand, the other bending me over and then covering my palms with his own against the cool tile.
“Spread your thighs.” His voice rumbled through my veins. He pushed my legs apart with his knees, his heavy palms sliding down my torso and rippling through my bloodstream. “Keep that pussy open for me, gorgeous.”
His palm landed one swift crack between my thighs, his hand gone as quickly as it’d come, leaving a sting that charged through every nerve. My pussy dripped, my clit on fire with need for another orgasm. He landed another fast smack, then two more in quick succession before he was cupping me, swirling the rough pads of his fingers at my clit.