You Make Me Weak (The Blackwells of Crystal Lake 1)

Hudson was giving her an out, and if she was smart, she’d take it. Rebecca tried to think. She tried to rationalize her behaviour. But how could a person rationalize something they didn’t understand? She knew she should stay as far away from Hudson Blackwell as she could, because if she let him in again, it wouldn’t end well for her. She knew this.

Oh God, but she knew this.

A heartbeat passed. The moment came and went. That perfect moment of clarity when she saw herself pushing him away and asking him to leave. She saw it in her mind, so clear it seemed real. Her hands rose in the air…her fingers reached out. They trembled slightly. They touched leather.

Then, with a groan, she tugged on his jacket, a savage pull

. And then his shirt. She helped him with his jeans and belt. It was a hot, feverish manipulation of clothes and skin that left them both breathless.

There was no turning back. Clarity vanished, and raw need took over.

Chapter 7

Hudson’s willpower left the second her fingers touched his body. Gone was the urge to do the right thing. To think things through, and maybe take a step back. There’d been a fire simmering inside him since he’d laid eyes on Rebecca nearly a week ago, and it was out of control.

Thing was? He didn’t care.

Him. Hudson Blackwell. The ultimate control freak who ran his life the way he ran his team. With icy precision and a wide lens that let him see everything. Action. Consequence.

Yet right now, the only thing he cared about was the heat inside these four walls and the half-naked woman in front of him. Rebecca.

My Rebecca.

With a groan, he sank his hands into the silky blonde hair on either side of her head and bent low so that he could finally taste her again. There was no hesitation. No soft nibbles and gentle sweep of the tongue. She offered, and he took.

His mouth was open, hot and demanding. It was fueled equally by the heat inside him, by the way she responded to his touch, by the smell of her. He pushed her back against the wall and kissed her until his head spun. Until he could barely breathe.

And then he kissed her again. With a groan, he tore his mouth from Rebecca, his hands greedily seeking out and releasing her right breast from her silky black bra. His mouth closed over the hard, pebbled nipple, and he used his tongue to taste the pink bud. He smiled savagely when she wiggled and pulled her bra all the way off and offered up both nipples. He’d always loved her breasts. So damn soft. Supple. Perfectly round. They were fuller then he remembered, but Hudson wasn’t complaining.

He suckled harder, and she bucked against him.

He grinned. She groaned.

He found her mouth once more, his tongue going deep while his hand stroked its way down her stomach until he felt the edge of her panties. Impatient, all it took was one hard yank and he tore the material away, giving him full access. She trembled beneath his touch, and he didn’t stop stroking until he settled between her legs.

He teased her, long fingers rubbing her outer lips. Then pulling away. Increasing the pressure, nearing the edge…and then pulling away again. All the while, Hudson devoured her mouth as if she was his last meal and he hadn’t eaten in days. When her hips began to gyrate, he smiled wickedly and whispered against her mouth, “What do you want?”

A groan was his answer.

“I want to hear you say it.”

She clawed at his hand and pressed it against her. “Touch me.” At the sound of her voice, he sank his fingers deep inside her.

Christ, she was wet.

Hudson felt Rebecca freeze as her muscles clenched around him. He tore his mouth away. Her lips were swollen and red, and that damn pink tongue darted out and touched her top lip in a way that made his cock twitch. Slowly, he rotated his index finger inside her, while his thumb took care of her clitoris. The small nub bloomed beneath his touch, and her head fell back against the wall as he continued to massage and tease. Her eyes glittered, heavy with passion and pleasure. And that part of him, the one that had always belonged to her, roared to life.

It was possession. It was want and need. It was the knowledge that she was his. Always his. The thought echoed in his mind, and he couldn’t take his eyes from her. Her head rolled to the side, and he increased the pressure on her clitoris while angling his long finger just so. He didn’t have to think—he knew her pleasure points—and damn, but he meant to press every single one of them.

Her hands now clutched his shoulders, and her legs trembled so much, he knew she was close. The walls of her sex clenched hard against him, and her fingernails dug into flesh as she arched her back and cried out.

“That’s it, darlin’. Come for me.” He barely got the words out.

She shattered against his hand, and her head fell forward onto his chest. Her legs gave out, but Hudson had her. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, placing her in the middle, right there where the light from outside hit. It bathed her in a glow that lit her hair up like a damn halo. There was something insanely sexy about a woman who looked like an angel, lying in the middle of a bed with her mouth swollen, legs parted, and all that pink, shiny flesh on display.

Rebecca was silent as he climbed onto the bed. He bent low and kissed a knee, caressed the small strawberry birthmark just to the left of it. His mouth continued up her thigh, and when he spied the small scar on her lower belly, he kissed that too. Every little bit of it. He licked the tattoo on her hip, chest swelling at the sight, and then gave some attention to her breasts before reaching her face.

She was trembling again, and Hudson used his arms to hold himself up so that he could see her face. He nipped at her nose and dropped a light kiss to her mouth. Everything inside him raged. His body was tight and heavy with anticipation. Her eyes were luminous. Her skin soft as silk.