Page 161 of Slap Shot
“Gosh I like you.” Hudson loops an arm around my waist and pulls me up slightly. His fingers touch my chin, and his mouth is near my ear. “Open your eyes, Maddie.”
I blink, and I’m met with the reflection of us in the mirror hanging above his dresser. I gasp when I see my pink skin and messy hair. My entire body flushes when I notice a hickey on my neck and bite marks around my breasts.
“We look so good together,” I whisper, and he snakes his hand up my stomach to my neck. “Electric.”
“Perfect,” he supplies, eyes locked on mine. “I finished the math problem. Are you ready to come again, sweetheart?”
Sweetheartmakes me think this thing between us could last forever.
Maybe it could.
“Yeah.” I lick my lips and drop my head into the crook of his neck. His hands roam all over my body, and I can’t get over how intoxicating his touch his. How hot we are together and how I like seeing us fall apart. “I’m there.”
“Me, too.” Hudson angles his hips and hits a spot inside me I didn’t know existed. Stars appear, and I groan when he finds it again. “So pretty when you fall apart.”
That’s all it takes for me to combust, and I tumble into a freefall. My body moves on its own, welcoming the orgasm and the blissful satisfaction he brings me.
“Hudson,” I whisper, watching him follow me over the edge.
His grip on me tightens and his legs convulse as he spills into the condom. He says my name, a mess of garbled vowels and syllables. When we settle down, our breathing returning tonormal and our bodies cooled off, I reach behind me and stroke his hair. Sweat clings to my fingers, but I don’t care.
“Hey,” he says.
“Hi,” I answer. “You’re so wonderful.”
“You’re going to be my undoing.” He hides his face in my neck, the warmth of his skin against mine effervescent. Popped champagne bottles and a million fireworks. “My demise.”
Be gentle with me when you kill me, he said, and I hope I can be just as gentle with his precious heart.
With a final breath, I wiggle my hips and slip him out of me. We both mumble something at the loss of contact, and I flop onto my stomach. I feel high on the endorphins being with him bring me.
The mattress sinks beside me, and I turn my head.
Hudson removes the condom and ties it off. He winces and stretches over to toss it in the trash can next to the bed, letting out a sigh.
“Are you doing okay?” I scoot closer to him and trace over his stomach. His muscles flex under my fingers, and I smile. “Can I get you a water?”
“How am I more winded than you? I’m an elite athlete.” He exhales a slow release of air and grabs a blanket from the edge of the bed. He drapes it over my ass and wraps an arm around me. “You look like you could run a marathon. And after Pilates? You’re a goddamn superhero.”
“Are you kidding? My legs hurt, and it looks like there’s a bird living in my hair.”
He pulls on the tangled strands with a smile meant for only me. “Still beautiful.”
I blush, the compliment feeling far more intimate than what we just did. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Making me feel appreciated and wanted.”
“I told you I’m addicted to you. It’s true.” Hudson draws a shape on my arm. He writes a few words and seals it with a kiss. He would be so easy to love, and I’m afraid I might be veering down that road. Racing toward it without any brakes. “What’s for dinner tonight?”
“Of course you’re thinking about food right now,” I tease, my heart squeezing tight.
“Only because you rocked my world and I need to replenish all the calories I lost.”
“Nice save there, Hayes. I’m doing a tomato and feta pasta with a side of brussels sprouts.”
“Brussels sprouts? Dammit.”
