19. Hudson

Chapter Nineteen

HUDSON

I couldn’t hold myself back once we rounded the top of her stairs and began moving toward her bedroom. Her apartment was laid out exactly like mine, so I knew where I was going. I reached for her hips and spun her around, pressing her against the wall and kissing her.

She felt so good. She kissed with a sweet boldness. I nudged my knee between her thighs, savoring the way she rocked her hips over it, letting out these little whimpers in her throat. She broke away, crying out.

My heart thudded in resounding beats against my rib cage. There was something about Stella. She was sexy as hell, beautiful, and cute, and everything I wanted. But there was also a vulnerability to her that slipped like slivers of air through the sealed windows around my heart. The protectiveness I felt for her ran deep as a river. I distantly told myself it was because she was a virgin. That had to be it.

“Hudson, hurry,” she pressed, her voice breathy and raspy.

We stumbled down the hall, spinning against the wall with kisses and hands exploring each other. Seconds later, we were in her bedroom. I nudged the light switch with my elbow.

Stella didn’t wait for me. She flung her bra off, her breasts bouncing free, and I nearly choked. Her nipples were dark, dusky pink and her breasts plump and tempting. She moved to the bed, bending over and shimmying out of her panties before she kicked them off.

Her gaze swung to me. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” she announced.

When she turned toward the bed, I was galvanized. Her voice was the crack of a whip. I shucked my jeans, barely remembering to fetch a condom out of my wallet in my back pocket. It wasn’t that I got that much action, but I knew better than to be careless and unprepared.

Stella was crawling onto the bed and started to turn over when I said, “Stay right there, sweetheart.”

I rolled the condom on and moved behind her, sliding a palm down her spine, savoring the way she shivered under my touch. I slid a palm over the soft curve of her bottom, delving between her thighs and into her folds. She was so very wet. Her channel clenched around me when I sank two fingers knuckle-deep inside of her.

Tempting though it was to take her this way, I wanted to see her face when I filled her. I helped her turn over. Because I knew my control was fragile, I moved with deliberation. I stretched out over her. She blinked as she looked up at me, her legs curling around my hips.

She was impatient. “Hurry.”

“Stella, I don’t want to rush this.”

Somehow, she lifted her chin as she stared at me. There was a flash of stubbornness in her gaze. “Maybe I’m a virgin, but I’m not fragile. I just want to get this part over with.” She rocked her hips in emphasis, and I could feel the slippery slide of her folds against me.

With every ounce of discipline and control I could find, I reached between us, positioning my cock at her entrance. I started to slide in slowly, but once again she ripped my control away and arched up. I felt the tightness as I pushed through abruptly.

Stella’s body tensed incrementally. I held perfectly still through several echoing beats of my heart. Her chest was rising and falling with her rapid breathing. Resting on my elbows, I took the weight off one as I smoothed her hair away from her cheeks. “Stella,” I whispered.

Her eyes opened, and I was lost in the layered depths of her gaze. I could feel her beginning to relax, the tight clench of her easing. “Are you okay?”

She blinked before leaning up and closing the distance between us to press a lingering kiss to my lips. “Yes,” she whispered.

As I stared into her eyes, it felt as if the beat of my heart deepened. Something shimmied to life in the air between us, something beyond lust, beyond the need for her on a physical level. I didn’t even know what to do with the feeling.

I waited another beat before shifting slightly. Her hips rocked up to meet mine, and we settled into an easy rhythm. I wanted nothing more than for this feeling to never end.