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

Breathlessly, she inched closer and groaned when his lips hit the side of her neck. “You’re so damn hot,” Hudson growled, trailing his mouth down to where her pulse beat like a frenetic drummer. He kissed her there, his tongue sweeping across the area, until his teeth nipped at her.

He pulled her closer, his mouth latching on, and she threw her head back, grinding her hips into his upper thigh. The ache between her legs was hot and intense, and it throbbed. She might have whimpered, or maybe groaned, but whatever sound she made had Hudson drawing back. He looked savage. Primal. So damn male that her knees went weak.

He reached for his jacket and tossed it aside before moving her down the hall and into the converted family room.

“Bend over the sofa.”

Her mouth went dry at the look on his face. He tore off his shirt and stepped out of his boots before ridding himself of his jeans.

“Now, Rebecca,” he said with a growl, pointing to the sofa.

She took an extra second just to drink him in. God, he was magnificent. Tall, muscled, with those long legs and wide shoulders. The tattoos that ran down his arms gave him a dangerous edge, and good Lord, but she loved them. Rebecca licked her lips in anticipation as she bent over the sofa. She spread her legs and smiled to herself when she heard him swear.

“You’re the one who said bend over,” she whispered, though she nearly ate her words when she felt his hands on her ass. She held her breath as his fingers slowly kneaded every inch of her and slid down the middle, teasing with his fingers. Slowly. Methodically. She bit her tongue.

He wouldn’t…

She felt the heat of him behind her. Felt him spread her cheeks.

Would he?

Every muscle in her body was tight, and with a groan, she stood on her toes, presenting her back end to him in a way that left no mistake—she was surrendering. One hand slipped around her, and she cried out when his fingers grazed the edge of her clitoris. Once. Twice. Again and again.

She began to writhe, her hips automatically finding a rhythm all her own, and when she felt pressure at her other opening, when his fingers began to play with her there, she rolled her head to the side, breathing heavily.

It appeared that he would.

“Huds, I’ve never…”

“Shshshsh, darlin’. Let me show you how amazing this can be.”

She gripped one of the throw pillows with both hands and relaxed as he began to stroke the wetness between her legs, his expert fingers playing her clitoris as if it were an instrument. All the while his other hand gently massaged her from behind, his thumb and forefinger teased, pushing inside her with just enough pressure…to make her tingle. Arch her back for more. Lord but it was amazing.

She rocked against him, swollen and wet with need. All she heard was their labored breathing, the sound so basic, so raw. Both of his hands working in tandem, and she shuddered, moaning as the muscles in her stomach clenched. That beautiful pressure began to build, and her hips moved along with Hudson’s hands. Faster and faster until she shattered.

“Oh God.” Limp, she rested her cheek on the pillow, sides heaving. “That was…” Her mouth was dry and she began again. “That was…”

“It’s not over.” Hudson’s face was near hers, and he kissed the side of her face, the touch gentle—so gentle it brought tears to her eyes. He eased inside her, the thick length of him stretching and filling her in a way that made her sigh.

“That’s it, babe. That’s what I love to hear.” His voice was rough, his breath warm against her cheek as he slowly began to move. The sofa fabric was rough against her nipples and each time she pushed back to meet his thrust, the erotic sensation added to her pleasure.

The light from the hall filtered into the room, washing their bodies in a soft glow that reflected in the window. It drew her gaze, and she watched as Hudson’s huge body covered hers, a primal male taking what was his. His muscles strained, his large hands spanned her hips as he thrust into her.

He was beautiful.

His thrusts increased, and he brought her ass up a bit more, the angle allowing him to go deep. To hit that spot that drove her crazy. Sweat shone on his body, emphasizing the absolute maleness of him, and when Hudson hunched over her to bite her shoulder, she thought that it was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.

“I can feel you tightening,” he said, his voice deep and husky. “Feels good.”

“Don’t stop,” she said. “Not yet.”

“Becs, I’ve got maybe two minutes left in me.”

“Okay.” She smiled to herself, eyes slamming shut as the first twinges of her orgasm began to build. “That’s all I need.”

At some point, they’d ended up in her bedroom. It was after Liam called to ask if he could spend the night with his Uncle Mac, and before Hudson had done that thing with his…

Rebecca blushed and rolled over. It was a bloody miracle she could still blush considering all the sex she’d been having. ’Cause there’d been a lot. Had to be some kind of record.