11. Stella

Chapter Eleven

STELLA

Hudson’s eyes bored into mine with heat shooting up flares in his gaze. He took another step closer. He was now inches away from me. It felt as if I had a magnet slapped to the center of my chest, pulling me closer and closer. My pulse nearly gave out from the breakneck pace.

I didn’t know who leaned closer first, but in a fiery hot second, my lips were a whisper away from his.

“This,” he rasped just as I felt the brush of his lips over mine.

I whimpered when he drew away. I was locked in the beam of his gaze as he lifted a hand, his knuckles dragging over the side of my neck, his touch a burning path.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“Kiss me.” Although my voice was raspy, the words were strong anddefinitive.

“Okay,” he whispered as he dipped his head again.

The last syllable of that single word was imprinted on my lips before he angled his head to the side and claimed my mouth.

It was a good thing there was a counter right beside me. Otherwise, my knees would’ve buckled and I would’ve collapsed against him. Hudson’s commanding kiss was everything I needed. He turned me and pressed me back so my hips bumped into the counter. His hand slid into my hair as he devoured my mouth with deep sweeps of his tongue.

I heard the whimper in my throat, the answering low groan in his. I didn’t know what it was about Hudson, but the moment we were touching, any reserves I had were stripped away. Everything just felt right .

I was accustomed to my hormones making a racket about some guy. Usually, once the kissing began, doubts crowded my mind and I became insecure and uncertain. That was precisely why I was still a virgin because, invariably, I backed out. To behonest, I was annoyed with that detail at this point. I didn’t place any value on my virginity. But, now, it loomed large in my thoughts whenever I kissed anyone.

With Hudson, there were no doubts. I was convinced he had to be the best kisser in the universe. If there were medals for kissing, he would win them all.

He alternated with intense, deep kisses before pulling back and dropping hot kisses at the corners of my mouth. When he gentled our kiss again and lifted his head, we stared at each other.

Need was rampaging like a wild storm through my body. My panties were drenched, and my nipples were tight to the point of pain.

Somewhere along the way, Hudson’s palm had slid up under my sweater. I could feel the heat of it splayed against my lower back with his fingers curving over the top of my bottom.

When I moved my legs restlessly, he said, “Tell me how wet you are, sweetheart.”

Oh. My. God. I was shocked at his bluntness. It felt so dirty. I had to shift my legs again, unconsciously attempting to relieve the intense ache building there.

With his gaze on me, I was surprised when I answered, “Very.”

His eyes darkened as he rocked his hips slightly. I couldn’t even believe this was happening. My insecurities weren’t clanging loudly in my thoughts, crowding out desire.

I felt his thumb slide across my collarbone, the touch subtle and fiery hot.

I didn’t know what to do with how I felt. All I knew was I didn’t want this to end. When I shifted on my feet again, Hudson’s hands dropped to my hips. He turned me around.

“Do you trust me?” he asked. Every word he spoke was a soft rasp.

“Yes,” I whispered.

My sweater had ridden up around my waist and the counter was cool against my belly. I was still wearing my skirt from work, which was maybe ridiculous, but I liked to dress nicely. It was a holdover from never having the chance to do that often when I was younger. Even though it was winter, my thighs were bare because the skirt came all the way down to the tops of my boots.

Hudson’s hands smoothed down the sides of my hips, and I felt one curling around the hem of my skirt followed by the brush of his knuckles as he dragged my skirt up.

“Oh, I like these hearts,” he murmured.

My panties were pink with white hearts scattered all over them. If this had been anyone other than Hudson, I would’ve felt a little self-conscious. With him, I didn’t. He draped my skirt just at the top of my waist. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning when I felt his fingers drag over wet cotton between my thighs.

He teased me with subtle touches until I broke, whispering, “Please…”

“Can I touch you?” he asked.

“Yes…” I gasped.

It felt like forever before he pushed the cotton to the side and teased his fingers into my folds. I was dripping, so wet for him. I almost came the instant he sank one finger inside of me. I whimpered, pushing my bottom back.

A second finger joined the first, and he began pumping in and out of me slowly. I had never felt like this before. Oh, I had plenty of orgasms. I had an excellent vibrator.

Yet, this intense need for someone else to be present for my pleasure unfurling was intoxicating. He fucked me slowly with his fingers, stretching me a little bit. He reached around to the front with his other hand. My clit was so swollen I could feel it pushing out. He teased around it with the flat of his fingers.

“Please…hurry…” My words came out in broken pants.

I was whimpering and begging. When he sank his fingers inside once more and gave me just a little more pressure over my clit, I cried out sharply, shuddering all over as my fingers flexed against the counter. The surface of the counter was cool against my cheek when I turned my head to the side, resting there as I tried to catch my breath.

Hudson was quiet for a moment before he slowly withdrew his fingers, carefully put my panties back into place, and pulled my skirt back down over my hips. Another moment later, he helped me straighten and turn.

I didn’t know what I expected when I finally gathered the courage to look into his eyes, but it wasn’t the shocked look there. We stared at each other. While I felt raw and stripped bare from having him bring me to a climax so swiftly, he looked simply stunned.

“Are you okay?” I asked, genuinely wondering.

His throat worked as he swallowed before saying, “Yes.”

I wanted more. Right then and there.

Somehow, I knew he wasn’t ready for that.