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“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Hudson murmured. “I could spend all night staring at you… or just tracing your smooth skin with the tips of my fingers… or trying to make you smile and laugh.”
The heat in his eyes might as well have been his touch all over my body. I felt every single inch of my skin desperate for the touch he’d just promised.
“Please,” I breathed. “Touch me.”
His warm hands moved further underneath my shirt to my lower back and up my spine to my shoulder blades. Hudson’s eyes remained locked on mine. His tongue came out to lick his lips as if preparing to devour me. Goose bumps prickled along my skin everywhere, and I couldn’t stop from rocking slightly into him with my hips.
When my stiff cock brushed Hudson’s stomach, he squeezed his eyes closed and groaned through a full-body shudder.
His palms moved up to hook around my shoulders, and he used them to bring me forward that last little bit. Before our lips touched, I realized I’d been more turned on in those few moments of touch and eye contact than I’d ever been in hours of foreplay with someone else. Every nerve in my body was vibrating with need, and every corner of my soul wanted to be pressed up against him. My nostrils flared at the masculine scent of him. The smell of a man at the end of the day had always turned me on, but with Hudson it was magnified.
My lips brushed his lightly at first. It was enough to pull a soft “Oh god” out of him, and I couldn’t help but smile. When I did, my lips brushed his again. I repeated the gentle, closed-mouth kisses until I felt his hands pull out from underneath my shirt and move to cradle the back of my head.
After a mumbled “More,” Hudson changed the pace from barely there smooches to full-on snogfest. His hands moved around to cup my neck, and his full lips devoured mine. The moans and whimpers were clearly coming out of me this time, and it was all I could do to follow his lead. He kissed me like he’d been waiting to do it his entire life, and part of me wondered if that was the case. Not me specifically, but a man.
“Charlie,” he gasped before moving to suck a mark up on my neck. This aggression was so incongruent with the insecure man I’d met that first night in the pub that I almost wondered if he was on something stronger than alcohol. Before the thought could catch hold, Hudson’s lips reached my collarbone and dropped little sucking nibbles along its length. The fucker had found my weakness.
“Hud, yes there. There,” I begged as his lips remained on my neck and his hands snuck back under my shirt to begin exploring my stomach and chest. “Please don’t stop.”
He grunted what sounded like the word never before his fingers found my nipples and lightly tweaked them. I hissed in response and tilted my hips up to grind my pelvis against him as hard as I could. I was desperate and begging, and the man had done little more than kiss me.
I brought my hands up to thread into his thick hair and pull his head back. The eyes that met mine were wild and glassy. His face was flushed, and his lips were red and puffy. Fuck if he wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“What does it feel like?” I asked with a panting smirk.
“Huh? What does what feel like?” His chest heaved with labored breaths.
“Kissing a man for the first time?” I emphasized my question with another tilt of my hard cock into his belly. If a nob was going to scare him off, better it happen sooner than later.
His debauched look turned wicked.
“It feels like I finally know what the hell my brothers are always going on about,” he said with a grin. “And it feels like I might not be able to ever give up the incredible taste and feel of your skin against my lips.”
I tried to ignore the way his words in the second part of that made me feel. Instead, I focused on the first part. “Your brothers have tried to convert you, yeah?” My tease brought out more pink along his already flushed skin.
“Let’s just say they’re free with their bragging,” he said, leaning in for more kisses. “And I’m starting to think if they were right about this, maybe they were right about other things. Which might mean very good times for you later.”
A teasing Hudson Wilde. Who knew such a thing was possible?
“What kind of good times, Hudson?” Before I finished saying his name, his hands were on the button of my fly. My eyes shot to his and found them molten blue-green with lust.
