Chapter 68

DIANA

Ifelt a surge of happiness as I looked around the transformed penthouse. It was a stark contrast to the cold and impersonal space it had been before. I found myself falling even more deeply for him. His dedication to his sobriety and self-improvement was inspiring.

"You're an amazing man," I said and walked toward him.

He scoffed. "I'm just a fucked-up dude trying to figure life out."

"I think we both know that isn't true."

My hands went to his chest. "You've shown me all the changes to your penthouse," I said in a sultry voice. "Maybe you'd like to show me the other changes you've made."

"Why Miss Halstead, whatever do you have in mind?" he joked.

"You teased me. Telling me you've been at the gym working out. I want to see the evidence of all that hard work."

He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. With a playful glint in his eyes, he took my hand and led me toward the bed. "Have a seat," he said.

"Oh, please tell me you're going to strip for me," I whispered.

With a mischievous grin, he slowly began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the toned muscles that had formed from his time spent at the gym. My heart raced as he peeled off his shirt and tossed it aside. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him, the sight of his bare chest sending a surge of desire through me.

As he moved closer, his fingers deftly worked on his belt. I watched as he slowly slid it out of the loops, letting it drop to the floor. I could feel the heat rising between us, the air thick with anticipation. I missed the man, but I really missed the sex with the man.

He stepped in front of me, his hands reaching out to cup my face gently. Leaning in, he captured my lips in a searing kiss that left me breathless. I melted into him, the familiar taste of his lips igniting a fire within me that had been smoldering for far too long. Our hands roamed freely over each other, reacquainting themselves with every curve and plane of our bodies as if trying to memorize every inch.

He pulled me to my feet. His hands pulling my sweater over my head only broke our kiss for the briefest moment. The cool air hit my skin, causing a shiver to run down my spine. His touch was electric, sending sparks of desire through me as he explored every inch of my exposed skin with his fingertips. I felt a wave of passion wash over me, the familiar ache of longing for him intensifying with each passing moment.

As he expertly unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor, my hands went to the button on his pants. I managed to get them undone at the same time he unzipped my skirt. It fell to the floor at my feet as his hands reached around to cup my ass. He jerked me against him, his erection pressing against my belly.

I was having a hard time thinking straight. The man made me dizzy with lust.

He pushed me onto the bed and bent down to unzip my boot and pulled it off before moving to the other. I leaned back on my elbows wearing only the tiny thong I bought at a lingerie store in Italy. I looked at him, his chest heaving up and down.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I watched him take off his shoes and socks. He looked at me with a mixture of desire and apprehension. "I have missed this view," he said.

"Me too." I smiled.

As he stood before me, I could see the changes in him. The hard work and dedication he had put into transforming himself had done wonders for his body. I didn't think it was possible, but he was even more confident. He was hot before but now there was a healthy glow about him. I could feel my panties growing damp just looking at him. It was as if we were seeing each other for the first time.

"I spent countless nights dreaming about this," he said.

"You're not dreaming." I smiled. "Why don't you come down here and show me what else you've been dreaming about?"

His eyes sparked with hunger. He crawled up the bed, his muscles flexing as he moved. I couldn't help but reach out and run my fingers through the hair on his chest. He leaned down to kiss me, the pressure of his lips against mine sending a thrill through my entire body.

As we kissed, I could feel his hands exploring my body, his fingers tracing the curves of my hips and waist, sending tremors through me. I wanted him badly, needed him in a way that I hadn't felt in a long time.

I moaned softly, feeling the familiar heat building between us. I scooted up the bed with him following. His mouth moved to my breast. He nibbled at the sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine. I arched my back, wanting more of his attention.

He shifted down and gently tugged at the waistband of my thong. I lifted my hips, allowing him to slide it off. I felt exposed and vulnerable, but I knew he would take care of me in every way. He was an amazing lover. I didn't have anything else to compare it to, but I didn't need to. I didn't want another man. His mouth returned to mine, hungry and desperate. His tongue darting in and out of my mouth, tasting me deeply. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of his body against mine.

He broke away from our kiss, slowly lowering his mouth to my neck, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin there. I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin, his tongue tracing a path down toward my collarbone. I let out a soft moan, my body responding to his touch.

He continued his descent, his hands resting on my thighs, gently spreading my legs apart. I felt his breath against me, the scent of his body mixing with the anticipation in the room. I closed my eyes for a second, wanting to savor every moment of this.

He teased me at first, his lips grazing my skin, his tongue leaving a trail of electricity wherever it went. My body trembled in response, my heart pounding in anticipation. I could feel the dampness growing between my legs, my body aching for him to touch me there. Finally, his fingers brushed over my slit.

I let out a sharp gasp, my entire body arching toward him. His fingers danced over my most sensitive spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I clawed at his back, desperate for him to feel how much I wanted him.

He moved his fingers inside me, slowly at first, testing the waters. I whimpered softly, begging for more. He picked up the pace, thrusting his fingers into me in a rhythm that was both familiar and exhilarating. He added a third finger, pushing me further toward the edge. I felt myself starting to lose myself in the pleasure, my entire body trembling with the intensity of the sensation.

As I felt myself about to break, he pulled out his fingers, leaving me gasping for air and wanting more. "Please," I begged, my voice hoarse. "I need you inside me."

He looked at me, his eyes filled with desire and determination. "You're mine now," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I love you."

"I love you," I moaned, writhing against him. I was so close to climax. My body hummed with need. I grabbed his hand and pushed it back to my slick pussy.

He chuckled. "Someone's worked up."

"Hudson, please," I whimpered. "It's been forever. I need to feel you inside me."

His smile was wicked, and his eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, you are going to feel me, but I think I want to make you wait."

I reached down and grabbed his cock. "No. You. Don't."

He grunted and immediately returned his fingers to my pussy, thrusting them in and out of me with a rhythm that was both aggressive and tender. My moans became louder and more desperate. I could feel a powerful orgasm building within me.

I looked into his eyes, pleading with him to take me. His gaze never left mine. I could see the desire and passion reflected back at me. Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out of me and stood up, his cock hard and throbbing. I could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. I knew he was as turned on as I was.

He grabbed me by the hips and lifted me up, his cock pressing against my core. I wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting to feel him inside me. He positioned himself at my entrance but didn't move. Our eyes locked with each of us breathing hard.

Slowly, he began to push into me, inch by inch, his eyes never leaving mine. My body trembled with each thrust. I moaned his name. He was filling me up, claiming me as his own. I felt his muscles flexing, his sweat glistening in the dim light.

I moaned loudly, my entire body clenching around him. He was larger than I remembered, filling me completely. He paused for a moment, the intensity of our connection written all over his face.

He slowly started to move, making love to me in a way that only he could. Our bodies syncing, our souls merging. The room seemed to spin. I felt like I was floating. Our movements became faster and stronger, our gasps and moans filling the air.

The tightness in my core grew with each thrust. My nails dug into his back, wanting to feel him deeper, wanting him to take me to the edge. He responded by increasing his pace, his hips thrusting harder into me.

"Yes," I whispered, closing my eyes and letting go of all control. His thrusts became more frenzied. I moaned his name, a guttural sound escaping my lips as I felt the climax building up. Just when I thought I could take no more, Hudson released his hold on me. I arched backward, falling on the soft pillow beneath me. I gasped for air, my body writhing as the waves of pleasure washed over me.

Hudson kept pounding into me, his own release imminent. His breathing became ragged. "I love you," he whispered hoarsely, his voice trembling with emotion.

I felt myself starting to come down from my orgasm. Hudson was about to lose control. His thrusts became more erratic, his movements more urgent. I watched as he leaned down, his lips brushing against my neck, his voice growing rough with desire.

"I need you," he grunted, his breaths coming out in short, ragged bursts.

I reached up and tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him toward me, needing to feel the strength of his body against mine. Our lips met in a frenzied kiss, our tongues dancing together, mingling our passions.

I felt his body stiffen, his body shuddering as he spilled himself inside me. I held him close, feeling closer to him than I ever had before.

"I never want to be away from you again," he whispered.

"I'm not going anywhere."