Then his mouth was back at my clit, flicking and dancing along my tight ball of nerves, and it was his fingers inside me, rubbing along my wall, stroking me in just the right place.
“Fuck yeah, right there.” My leg muscles tightened and my lower belly tensed as the pleasure built within me. The first wave of cl**ax washed over me unexpectedly, much faster than I wanted it to.
“It’s not enough,” Hudson growled. “I need you quivering and out of your mind.”
I couldn’t argue if I wanted.
He renewed his assault with invigorated passion, adding a third finger, stretching and filling me with skilled strokes. He reached his other hand up to massage my breast through my clothes. I ached to feel him skin-on-skin but didn’t want to interrupt his rhythm to undress. Instead, I arched into his kneading palm while my h*ps bucked under his artful ministrations.
Damn, I was soaring again, so soon. My legs shook, my knees knocking against Hudson’s head as I tried to hold on. Then, with a half-sob, half-yelp, my orgasm burst through me. Stars shot across my vision and my entire body trembled while I came and came over Hudson’s hand.
He fed on me while I settled, teasing my pu**y until the last waves of my release shuddered through my system.
“You’re welcome.” Hudson was up and off the bed before I could regain thought process.
I reached after him. “Where are you going? I need to return the favor.” Though my limbs were mush, and my mind already skirting the line between consciousness and post-orgasm coma.
“That wasn’t part of the deal. And besides, as incredible as that sounds, I have an early meeting to get to.” He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. “What time did you get in last night?”
“Three-ish,” I mumbled, still in a haze.
Hudson pulled the covers over me. “Go back to sleep, then. I’m sorry I woke you.”
“I’m not.”
I must have dozed because Hudson had already showered when I finally got up and padded into the bathroom. I yawned a, “nice view” as I passed Hudson shaving in a towel at his sink.
“You slept in your clothes.”
“But I somehow seem to be missing my panties.” I flashed my bare ass to remind him. “And yeah, I was too tired last night to get undressed.”
He grinned. “You should have woken me. I would have helped.”
“Nah, you looked so peaceful. I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“Trust me, it wouldn’t have been disturbing. It’s disturbing now because I can’t have you the way I want you.” His dark gaze met mine in the mirror. “I thought you were going back to sleep.”
“I will. Nature called.” And I wanted to see him. His phone call to Norma nagged at me, and, in an effort to take Lauren’s advice, I thought I should communicate my feelings about it. Hell, even without Lauren’s advice, I’d still be eager to confront him.
I started past him, figuring I’d talk to him when he was done in the bathroom. Or at least when he was dressed and the sight of his body with a measly towel around him wasn’t such a distraction.
But Hudson reached his arm out and caught me. “Hey.”
I could never resist his touch. I settled into his embrace, inhaling his just-washed smell.
He lowered a clean-shaven cheek to my head. “I missed you.”
I smiled against his chest. “I missed you too.” So much. Missed being in his arms, missed touching and cuddling, missed feeling like we were completely together and safe from the world.
My fingers trailed against his bare skin, and I felt the towel tent up between us.
“Christ.” Hudson pushed me away with a reluctant groan. “I want you, but I really don’t have time to deal with you properly this morning.”
“I wasn’t the one who woke me up.” I sighed, recalling the good-morning delight. “Not that I’m complaining.”
Hudson looked after me with clouded eyes. “Maybe I can be late.”
“No, no. You be on time like a good businessman.” I waggled a finger at him. “How about I follow you around while you get ready and we can just talk?”
“I’d like that. I’ve missed talking to you too.” He returned his focus to the mirror, applying cream to the still unshaven cheek. “Oh, I got your note you left with Celia’s business card. My lawyer said we should save anything we find like that. As potential evidence. So if you get anything else, let me know.”
“Believe me, I’ll tell you.” I sat on the edge of the tub and braced both of my hands on the porcelain at either side of me. “There’s nothing he suggests we can do about it, though?”
“No. Not yet.” His tone was more serious than I liked. “Are you sure you don’t want to leave town?”
“I’m sure.” But I did think about it for half a second. Getting away had its appeal. But being apart from Hudson was the last thing I needed at the moment. Especially with all the women in his life that wanted me gone.
My thoughts flashed again to the name I’d seen on his call log. “Though I bet Norma wouldn’t mind if I wasn’t around.”
“Norma again?” He grimaced. “What’s brought her up?”
“You’re going to laugh.” Or he was going to be pissed off. Taking a deep breath, I let it spill. “You fell asleep with your phone and I checked to see if you had gotten my text. Then…oh god, don’t hate me.”
“What did you do?” His tone was curious.
I lowered my gaze. “I checked your recent calls. I saw you talked to Norma.”
When I peeked up, I found he was smiling. “Let me guess—that bothers you?”
His amusement erased my hesitation. “You called her at eight-something at night. From your bed.”
This time, he laughed. “Come here.”
I didn’t move, infuriated by his response.
He composed himself and turned to face me, holding his hand out as he had before. “Alayna, come here.”
Sighing, I went to him. “I told you I was always going to ask about her.”
“Yes, you did.” Hudson wrapped his arms around my waist and settled his forehead against mine. “It was business. I needed to get some figures together for the meeting this morning, and the ones she’d sent me earlier in the day didn’t add up.”
“It was business,” I repeated, relaxing into him. “Always business. Always the excuse.” Asking him didn’t really make a difference. I knew what he’d say. But it would nag at me whether I voiced it or not. Speaking up gave me the chance to hear his story stay the same, one of the bonuses of communicating.