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He tilts his head, and he places a feather-light kiss on my lips. My eyes close, and those tumblers jump around in my stomach again.

The kiss doesn’t stay sweet and tentative for long. My hands slide behind his neck and his fall to my waist, tugging me flush against him. Our lips press more firmly to one another and I’m not sure whose tongue seeks entrance first, but they glide against each other and the sultriest moan rumbles inside me.

God, he’s such a good kisser. That’s one thing that’s never left my memory.

His hands run up and down my back, pushing me into him as if he can’t get me close enough. I’m not objecting. I want to climb him, Velcro myself to him, so we’re never not touching.

He strips his lips from mine, and his lips travel to my ear. “Is Harper staying the night?”

“She wasn’t planning on it.” My fingers run through his sandy-blond hair, loving the sweet kisses he’s giving me under my ear.

“Can she?”

“We can call and ask.”

He pulls away, and I reach for him. “Call her.”

“We can go home. Adley will be asleep.”

He shakes his head. “Ask her.”

I hate to admit it, but I like this bossy side. I walk over to my chair, immediately aware that we’ve been making out in the middle of a restaurant kitchen, and pull out my phone.

Can you spend the night? I can be home early in the morning.

I send the text, not sure what Hudson is thinking. If we go to his house, Harper will probably see us.

Finally getting some? Done. Now stop texting me.

Thanks.

She probably assumes it’s Matt, and I’m not going to correct her.

Put the phone down. Have fun. Break some stuff. I’ll be expecting details tomorrow.

Hudson stands back, his hands in his pockets, waiting for my answer. I nod and put my phone back in my purse. He grabs my hand, winding us through the kitchen.

“See you two,” Linus says, and I barely see the smile on his face before we’re through the restaurant.

Hudson is on a mission, but he stops me outside the lobby’s ladies’ room. “Go inside and I’ll text you.”

“What?” I shake my head.

“Trust me?”

“Well, yeah, but…”

He opens the door for me. An elderly woman scowls as she’s walking out, and Hudson is quick to apologize. His expression says for me to follow the directions he’s giving, so I let the door close.

While I’m here, I might as well look at myself and make sure my makeup is all right. Ten minutes later, I’m pacing the length of the restroom and becoming worried, but my phone finally dings with a text.

Room 434

My back falls against the wall, and I put my hand over my heart. He got us a hotel room?

My phone lights up with another text.

Watch out for eyes.

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