Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
I close my eyes, smile into her hair, and finally let myself fall asleep knowing she’s all mine.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
TINSLEY
Waking up in Hudson Carrington's bed is a sensory overload I am entirely unprepared for. The mattress is the kind of supportive, cloud-like miracle that makes my old IKEA frame feel like a medieval torture device. The air in the master suite carries the faint, crisp scent of cedar mixed with lavender.
Sunlight pours through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the wreckage of our clothes strewn across the Persian rug like colorful flags of a surrender.
I shift against the high-thread-count cotton of the pillows, my skin humming with the memory of his touch. A heavy arm slides over my waist, pulling me backward until my spine is pressed against the solid, radiating heat of Hudson's chest. His skin is rough and smooth in all the right places, and I can feel the slow, steady thrum of his heartbeat against my shoulder blade. He doesn't say anything at first, just buries his face in the crook of my neck and inhales. The stubble on his jaw grazes my shoulder, sending a fresh wave of goosebumps dancing down my arms.
"Morning, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that does dangerous things to my sore girly bits.
"Morning," I mutter, snuggling closer to his warm body. He tightens his grip, his thumb tracing the curve of my hip with agonizing slowness.
“Nothing in the world is better than waking up with you in my arms.” He shifts, and I realize with a jolt of heat that he is very much awake and very much interested in a repeat performance of last night. His cock is a hard, insistent weight against my rear end, and my breath hitches as he nips at the sensitive skin just below my ear, his tongue tracing my skin until I'm trembling.
He rolls me onto my back, hovering over me with those stern hazel eyes now darkened by a hunger that makes my throat go dry. The sunlight catches the golden flecks in his irises, making him look more like a predatory cat than a businessman.
"Hudson," I gasp as his fingers find my clit, circling it with a rhythmic precision that sends sparks dancing behind my eyelids. “That feels so good.” My words end in a soft, broken moan when he slides two fingers inside me.
I can’t stop shaking, hips rolling up for more, for everything. Hudson’s thumb moves in slow, ruthless circles across my clit, the pressure building until it’s almost unbearable. My fingers clutch the sheet, desperate for something to anchor me while his mouth finds mine, swallowing every gasp and whimper.
“Look at you,” he growls, voice pure sex and command. His eyes lock on me, molten gold in the sunlight. “Fucking perfect. And all mine.”
He kisses a heated, hungry trail down my body. Jaw rough under my skin, breath hot against my nipples as he takes one in his mouth and sucks so hard I nearly come right then. My back arches off the mattress as my legs tremble and my lungs barely work. He bites, then soothes the sting with his tongue, and all rational thought disintegrates. I’m nothing but sensation.
He kisses lower. Over my ribs, my stomach. A low, wicked laugh vibrates against my skin. Then he settles between my thighs, parts me with those broad, callused hands, and buries his face in my pussy.
I nearly scream as electricity flows up my spine. His tongue licks flat and slow, then sharp and fast, zeroing in on my clit with unbelievable precision. My body bows, fists tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. He groans when I tug and slides two fingers deep, curling them up, his tongue flicking and sucking my clit so hard my vision goes black around the edges. Everything explodes.
My entire body goes rigid, heels digging into the sheets, thighs shaking so hard I can’t control them. I’m going to die. I mean it, I’m actually going to die from how good this feels. His tongue and fingers keep working me, merciless, driving me up and over the edge again until I’m shattering apart. I scream his name as fireworks burst behind my closed eyelids.
He groans against my pussy, the sound vibrating through my whole body, and I come again, harder, helpless.
Slowly, he eases off, kissing my thighs then biting the sensitive flesh until I’m shaking all over again. I’m boneless, limp, ruined.
Hudson drags his mouth up my stomach, hot breath trailing shivers over my sensitized skin. He kisses my ribs, my breasts, his tongue swirling around my nipple before biting down just enough to make me gasp.
He lands a final, soft kiss at the hollow of my throat and lines up the blunt, heavy head of his cock at my entrance. He enters me in one slow, agonizingly deep thrust that fills me completely, stretching me until I'm sure I can't take another inch. I toss my head back against the pillows as he begins to move, his pace relentless and demanding.