Page 57 of Too Broken to Love

“That feels so fucking good.” He braced a hand on the glass. “Don’t stop.”

Humming, each push of his hips landing with the force of a wrecking ball, she dragged her nails down his rippled abs.

“I’m about to come, baby. Can you handle me?”

She moaned as his body tensed. Bitter liquid shot down her throat.

“Fuck yeah. Keep sucking, just like that.” He held her to his cock as he rocked into her mouth. “Please don’t stop.”

Hearing him beg triggered her own spasms. Dropping her hand between her thighs, she pressed two fingers against her clit. Her own release exploded in a jolt, so swift and intense, she could barely hear him roar her name over her scream. She cried around his cock, her orgasm radiating in a brilliant, blinding rhythm, as he punched his hips as sharply as her pleasure.

She pulled her mouth free with a gasp. The last stream she couldn’t swallow dripped from her lips and onto her chin. Shaking, her breath as labored as Hudson’s, she raised her hand to wipe her mouth.

He grabbed her wrist. “Don’t.” She froze as he shifted both hands to her biceps and pulled her up. “I want to see my gorgeous, sweaty mess.” He wiped his come from her chin with his knuckles and slid the wetness across her lips. “Mine. All mine.”

The string of possessive words rumbled out of him in rapid-fire force. The intensity pulled a ragged moan from her throat. But the “mine” part wasn’t his dick talking. The bare vulnerability in his gaze and the elemental possession in his tone came from his heart.

Or at least she feared it did. If his definition of “mine” meant forever, he’d be sorely disappointed. Forever was as much of a fairy tale as a castle in the sand.

Stepping back, reeling from his possessive admission, she slid her robe back on. Picking up the dog, she tilted it toward his semi-erect cock. “Consider that my thank you.”

Before she offered a repeat of her gratitude, she turned and walked out. She didn’t look back as he called her name.

If she stayed, she’d offer more than her body.

She’d offer her heart.

And with Frank, her past, and everything dark and dangerous since Sam was murdered heading toward a climax, her chance of forever with the man she was falling in love with would go up in flames.

Holy fuck.

Hudson slammed his hand into the tile. One minute his dirty fantasy of Tessa on her knees with her lips wrapped around his cock played in his mind. The next minute, the real, willing, breathtaking woman materialized like he’d willed her into existence and obliterated his control.

And then she ran from him. The satisfied look on her face before she’d bolted held a hint of panic. Had he pushed her too far?

He grabbed a towel from a hook. Wrapping it around his waist, he tore through his suite and yanked open the door.

The General stood on the other side.

“Morning, Hudson.” He raised a bushy eyebrow along with his coffee mug. “You should wear that to your meeting at the Pentagon.”

Hudson stepped around the General and swiveled his head left and right. A low snarl prowled up his throat. “Have you seen Tessa?”

“Yeah. I said good morning, but she ran past me.”

Hudson’s patience broke clean in two. “Where did she go?” And why the fuck had she left him with just a thank you and more questions than answers before she dropped to her knees and blew up his world?

“Not sure, but you might want to focus on other things.” He eyed the towel. “Your meeting is tomorrow at noon.”

Hudson pinched the bridge of his nose and blew out a breath. His pulse refused to settle. “Tomorrow is Saturday.”

“And the meeting you canceled last week was on a Sunday. Don’t you get it? They want you that bad.” The General took a sip of coffee. “Afterward, I’m meeting an old friend of mine at the Marine Corps Ball. You and Tessa will be our guests.”

“What the hell are you talking about? I don’t have time for a ball.”

The General clasped his shoulder. “Yes, you do. I made a reservation at the hotel where it’s being held. Tickets will be waiting for you at the front desk. And I arranged an appointment for Tessa to meet the wife of another buddy of mine who owns a dress shop. I figured she didn’t have an evening gown handy.”

“Jesus. You planned all that? Your scheming is as subtle Pop’s.” But two nights in a hotel room with Tessa sounded like heaven.