Page 18 of My Grumpy Boss
My eyes flutter shut as his hands tighten on my hips, anchoring me against him while his lips move slowly over my skin.
“You smell good,” he mutters roughly.
“That’s a weird thing to say.”
“I’m having a hard time being normal around you.”
The honesty in his voice sends heat rushing through me.
I tilt my head back slightly, giving him more access, and Hudson groans low in his throat like the movement nearly kills him.
His restraint is hanging by a thread. I can feel it in the way he grips me, the way he breathes, the way every touch feels careful even though I can tell he wants to lose control.
“Tell me to stop,” he says suddenly, pulling back to look at me.
His eyes are dark, focused entirely on me, like nothing else exists.
I shake my head immediately. “I don’t want you to stop.”
Something fierce flashes across his face.
Then he kisses me again, harder this time.
His hand slides into my hair while the other grips my thigh, pulling me closer to the edge of the counter until I’m pressed completely against him. I can feel exactly how much he wants me, and the realization makes my entire body heat.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathes against my mouth. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
My cheeks flush, but before I can respond, he kisses me again, swallowing every shaky sound that escapes me. Every nerve ending in my body is alive beneath his hands.
Hudson tugs me off the counter and into his arms. I squeal softly, wrapping my legs around his waist automatically as he carries me toward my bedroom, like letting me go isn’t even an option.
“Hudson,” I moan breathlessly as my pussy drags back and forth over that hard ridge in his pants.
“Fucking hell. You’ll be the death of me,” he groans.
Our lips find each other, and we kiss as we crash onto my mattress. His heavy body crushes mine into the bed, and I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist. I need him closer. I need him… naked.
With that thought, I tear at his clothes. Hudson seems to be on the same page as me because he rolls over, sits up, and rips his shirt off over his head.
His eyes land on me, dark and intense. “Strip.”
I lick my lips and jump to do as I’m told. I crawl off the bed, pushing my pants down and dragging my shirt up and over my head. We’re both naked in record time. Hudson kneels on the bed, and I look over at him, about to join him.
Then my eyes drop to his cock, and I freeze.
“Nope,” I blurt out, backing away from the bed and him.
“What?” he asks, his brow furrowed.
I’m not sure he’s even paying attention to me. His eyes are locked on my body, traveling up and down over my curves. I watch as his pupils dilate, and I swear he looks like he wants to eat me alive.
“There’s no way that’s going to fit inside me.”
“What?” he repeats, his eyes on mine now as he tries to focus on what I’m saying.
I back up another step.
“It will fit,” he says, fisting his cock and stroking it.
