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

And his brain pretty much exploded.

“Jesus, Rebecca.”

Her hair was loose, slightly damp from the shower. It rippled over her shoulders in waves. Makeup free, with bright eyes and a soft mouth, she looked hardly a day over the eighteen-year-old from his past. Though her body had changed. She had more curves, more everything, and she’d grown into one hell of a woman.

She stood not more than two inches from him, naked as the day she was born.

He didn’t think. He reacted.

Hudson took that last step and buried his hands in her hair, taking the mouth that was offered to him. He held her so that she couldn’t move. So that every delicious naked inch of her was pressed against him. His tongue dove in, and he ravaged her mouth while moving her back so that he could close the door behind him.

He didn’t break contact, because he needed to feel her. To touch and taste her. Hudson breathed her in, her scent inflaming his cells, infusing them with a need older than time. As his hands found their way down her body to settle at her butt, he had to take a moment.

“Hold on,” he managed to say. “Or this might be over before we get started.”

“No can do,” she said, wiggling from his grasp, a sexy-as-sin grin on her face. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

“Becca.” He barely managed to get her name out before she dropped to her knees and went for his zipper. “Jesus.”

Within seconds, his cock sprang free, and with one last glance up at him, she opened wide. The feel of her hot, wet mouth on him made his head spin, and he slammed back onto the door, spreading his legs and giving her as much access as she needed.

“Hello,” she murmured, grabbing his balls with one hand while holding firm to his cock with the other. She licked the tip and slowly slid the entire length of him into her mouth, not stopping until he felt the back of her throat.

“Becca,” he said hoarsely.

But she wouldn’t listen. She began to move her head and used her hands, her mouth, and her tongue to drive him crazy. His balls were tight, and he wouldn’t last long. And if he died tomorrow, the sight of her naked, vulnerable, on her knees in front of him, was a picture he’d gladly take to his grave.

Hudson broke out in a sweat, and his fingers wove their way through her thick waves of hair. He closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing, but it was no use. Five minutes in and he was almost done.

With teeth clenched, he looked down at her again. His gut was tight, his balls even tighter. And that exquisite pressure began to build. He tried to tug her away even as his hips began to thrust, but she shook her head.

“Babe, I’m gonna come.” His voice sounded hoarse, and he knew he was nearly there.

She made that sound—the one that drove him crazy and their eyes locked.

Fuck. Me.

She suckled him, kneaded his balls, and worked him over until he couldn’t help himself. As his orgasm ripped through his body, Hudson couldn’t take his eyes off Rebecca. Those lips. That face.

His angel.

He came, and with a loud groan, he watched from beneath half-lidded eyes as she took everything he had. As she milked him and rocked back on her heels to smile up at him. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.

A slow wicked smile crept over Hudson’s face. They were just getting started.

Chapter 24

Early on in her m

arriage, oral sex had become “that thing you did when you dated.” So much so, that it became a bone of contention between her and David. The last time she’d gone down on him had been for one of his birthdays, a few years after Liam had come along.

She wasn’t exactly sure why it had become something she loathed doing. Maybe it was because to Rebecca, oral sex was somehow more intimate than intercourse. It was all about trust and giving, rather than receiving. For whatever reason, it had become a nonexistent part of her sex life, before the sex life had become nonexistent.

She’d forgotten how exhilarating it could be. How sexy and fulfilling…to give rather than to receive.

Hudson’s eyes were as dark as midnight, and they regarded her closely as she slowly got to her feet. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she licked her lips, enjoying the taste of him.

“Come here,” Hudson said, his rough voice hitting all kinds of targets inside her. Targets that zigged and zagged, creating balls of heat that rapidly spread from the top of her head to her toes.