Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 139259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
The silence returns, but it’s not empty.
It feels full.
Things are changing.
I can feel it in the air, and by the way he reaches his free hand and brushes it against my cheek, I think he feels it too.
“You’re . . . special.” His blue eyes lock on mine.
“Special?” What does that mean? “How so?”
Hudson laughs. “Are you fishing for compliments?”
“No. Just curious.”
“Beautiful. Caring. Amazing. Is that enough for you? Or would you like me to keep going?” he jokes.
I laugh softly, shaking my head. “I’m going to need you to create a PowerPoint presentation.”
“I’ll get right on it. But in all seriousness, you’re all those things and more.”
“You’re just saying that because you’re biased.”
“No,” he says, his voice steady and very serious. “I’m saying it because it’s true.”
His thumb traces along my jawline.
The feeling is sublime.
My pulse hammers in my ears, and my body buzzes with anticipation.
He leans in.
The world seems to still as I wait for his lips to brush against mine.
Then they do, and everything in my life feels complete.
The kiss is soft at first, tentative, like he’s giving me the chance to pull away.
But I don’t.
Instead, I press closer, my hands sliding up to his shoulders, clutching the fabric of his shirt.
He deepens the kiss until it becomes more urgent, more consuming.
His hands move to my waist, pulling me closer, and the warmth of his touch seeps through every layer of my being.
“I want you.” His forehead rests against mine.
“I want you, too.”
He pulls his mouth away from mine before he trails his lips down my neck, lingering at my collarbone.
It’s all too much.
The way he kisses me. The way he trails his fingers down my skin.
It feels like I’m hovering over my body, and he’s the only thing that tethers me to reality.
“Hudson.” My fingers tangling in his hair.
Hudson’s hands slide under my shirt, caressing my skin. Shivers run across my skin.
I lift my arms, allowing him to gently remove my top. Now, the cool night air allows the goose bumps to rise on my skin.
“You’re so beautiful.” His hands move to my back, unclasping my bra with surprising deftness. As it falls away, he gazes at me with awe.
“This is everything I ever wanted,” Hudson tells me, and I shake my head in confusion. “Us being together on the farm.” The words are supposed to make me understand, but instead, they confuse me more. How long has he dreamed of us together?
Has it been as long as I’ve dreamed of him? Since the very beginning, even when I wouldn’t allow myself to.
I gasp as his mouth finds my breast, arching into his touch. “Hudson,” I moan softly.
He lavishes attention on me, alternating between gentle kisses and playful nips that leave me breathless.
When he’s at my belly, he pauses. Looking up at me, he stops. Then he dazzles me with his heart-stopping smile as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my shorts.
I lift my hips, allowing him to slide them off along with my underwear.
Hudson kisses the inside of my thigh. “You’re perfect,” he murmurs against my skin.
Despite knowing what he’s about to do, I’m not at all prepared for the feeling when he latches his mouth around my clit.
For some reason, it feels different tonight under the stars.
I’ve laid myself bare tonight. That’s why. He sees the real me.
He licks and sucks me into his mouth.
Drawing gasps and moans from my mouth.
He never breaks his stare.
He watches me through every quiver, every moan. He watches me as I fall apart and then puts me back together.
Afterward, he gathers me in his arms, holding me close as I catch my breath. I’ve never felt so cherished, so completely and utterly loved.
“You okay?” Hudson brushes my hair back from my face.
I smile up at him. “Never better.”
In one fluid motion, I flip us over to straddle him. His eyes widen in surprise as I pin his hands beside his head.
“Molly, you don't have to—” he protests, but I silence him with a kiss.
“I want to,” I whisper against his lips. “Let me make you feel good too.”
I trail kisses down his neck as I unbutton his shirt, savoring the warmth of his skin. Hudson shivers beneath me, his breath catching as I explore his body.
I take my time. When I reach for his belt, Hudson gently grasps my wrist. “Are you sure you want to do this out here?” he asks softly.
I nod, smiling. “Yes, Hudson. I know what I want, and what I want is you.”
He lifts his hips, allowing me to slide off his jeans and boxers. I take him in my hand, stroking from root to tip. Hudson groans, his head falling back.
Slowly, I move to hover above him, and once I align myself with his dick, I lower myself onto him.
Hudson’s hands grip my hips, steadying me as I adjust to the sensation.