Though he briefly debated a hard fuck against the wall, that wasn’t what he wanted with Bri. “Come on, gorgeous. We’re taking this to bed.”
She met his gaze, her eyes already dilated and darkened with arousal. “Lead the way.”
Grasping her hand, he led her through the outer room and into the large bedroom in the suite. Without waiting, she slid onto the bed, which had already been turned down by housekeeping, and settled against the many pillows in front of the fabric headboard.
Her tanned skin glittered against the white sheets, and he realized she’d put lotion on after her shower. Lotion that must smell like coconut, he mused, ready to dive in for another taste of her skin.
She spread her legs, giving him a look at her sweet pussy. His cock pulsed, and he grabbed it tight, giving himself a few good pumps before climbing onto the bed beside her, the warmth of her body seeping into his. He leaned down and kissed her, not the hot and eager joining of earlier but more of an acknowledgment of the moment and that they were about to do this. Her lips slid back and forth over his, and soon their bodies were aligned and rocking against each other, his thickened cock aching as it pulsed against her lower belly and her sex.
She moaned and reached between them, gripping his cock in her hand. “I need you inside me.”
He wanted the same thing, her warm, wet heat tight around him, but he needed protection first. “Condoms are in the bathroom.”
He turned and headed for the bathroom, returning with a strip in his hand.
“Someone’s anticipating a busy night.” Anticipation lit her eyes as he tossed the condoms onto the bed.
Without waiting for him to join her, she grabbed the strip, ripped off one square, and opened the packet. He climbed onto the mattress, straddling her, and she reached out, gripping his cock in her hand. He gritted his teeth, holding on to his control by a thread as she slid the condom over his straining shaft.
Desire beat heavily inside him, and when he glanced down and saw how wet she was, he nearly lost his mind. He held her gaze, unable to look away as he braced his hands above her shoulders, set his cock at her entrance, and easily slid inside.
Her inner walls clasped him tight, warm heat surrounded him, and in that instant, he knew she was different than any woman he’d been with before. Not a socialite his parents paraded in front of him and not someone without substance and depth. Smart, quick, witty, and her body made for him, Brianne Prescott was the whole package. And he intended to make her his.
Starting by claiming her now. He pulled out and thrust back in deep, causing her to cry out in surprise. She dug her nails into his back and arched her hips as each drive inside her was harder and deeper than the last. Their skin grew slick with sweat, and it didn’t take long for his balls to draw up and need to hit him hard, but he refused to come without her.
From the way she ground her sex against his pubic bone, she was close. Needing to speed things up while at the same time not wanting this moment to end, he eased a hand between them and slid his finger over her clit, rubbing the tiny bud with his thumb.
“Jesus, Hudson!” Her hips bucked, and she trembled beneath his hand, and soon she was coming, her slick inner walls clasping him tight, bringing him higher.
Her nails scored his back, and he knew he’d have marks, not that he cared. Just then, a strong wave hit him, and he drove into her hard, over and over, pressing her against the bed as he emptied himself in a climax that seemed to go on forever.
He collapsed on top of her with the feeling that something inside him had shifted, and there was no going back to who he’d been. A guy satisfied on his own with occasional stress relief.
Now he was a man who wanted this one woman by his side.
* * * *
Bri stretched her well-used body, knowing she was going to be sore tomorrow and love every minute of the reminder of her time with Hudson. She watched as he strode to the bathroom, taking in his lean but muscular form and his adorably pale behind. She didn’t think he’d appreciate her assessment of his ass, so she kept those feelings to herself.
He rejoined her and lifted the covers so they could both get under them. Snuggling against him, she laid her head on his shoulder and let out a sigh.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“That was a happy sigh,” she explained. She didn’t know what it was about Hudson, but she felt comfortable with him, like she could let her guard down and just be herself.