“That you, Hudson?” a lady shouted from the back of beyond. I felt a flare of nerves, but Hudson tightened his grip on my hand and shook his head with a finger to his lips.
“Yeah, Ma. I’m jumping in the shower and will be down in a bit,” he shouted, dragging me towards the stairs. I felt like a naughty secret and stifled a giggle when I stumbled.
When we were on the landing, Hudson pushed me in front of him, wrapping his arms around me and walked us forward. As we passed numerous closed doors, one opened, and Phoenix stuck his head out.
Like a rabbit in the headlights, we both stopped.
Nix mouthed the words, “You are so fucked,” at Hudson.
“Bite me, asshole,” he whispered back. You could tell from their tones that the exchange was boyish banter.
I sank into the feeling of Hudson’s broad chest pushing into my back. I felt tiny as he rested his chin on my shoulder and steered me towards his bedroom.
And then, after a twist of the door, we were in.
“Bienvenido a mi casa,” Hudson smirked, waving his hand around his bedroom. It was bigger than mine. Extremely masculine, painted in tones of grey. There were mirrored wardrobes, a large desk full of books, and a TV screen mounted on the wall and then my eyes dropped to the bed. It was a large, antique-style oak bed, and it was made super neatly with dark grey sheets.
After I checked every nook and cranny, I turned back to Hudson. He was leaning against the door.
I cocked him a sultry smile and then walked over to the bed, tracing my fingers against his comforter.
After a deep breath, I then turned to face him.
“There’s something you should know,” I said, tugging my gym hoodie over my head and placing it at the bottom of the bed. I’d popped it on during our return journey as the temperature had dropped.
Hudson’s eyes were intense as he shoved off the door and walked towards me, or should I say stalked, his expression predatory.
And itthrilledme.
He stopped before me, looking down at the tight top I wore under my jumper and placed his hands on my shoulders. His touch was so gentle.
Hudson lowered his head and whispered, “You’ve never done this before.” He waited to watch my expression, the truth appearing across every part of my face before he added. “Neither have I.”
What? I blinked, unsure of what he was saying before he broke it down. “I don’t mean I’ve never had sex before, Molly. I mean, I’ve never been with a virgin. I just thought you should know.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve never wanted to be with one before. Deflowering comes with responsibility, and that has never been my MO when it comes to getting off.”
“So, what’s changed. Why now?”
“Because it’s you, Molly. And I want this more than I have ever wanted anything with any other girl.”
My breath hitched as he closed the space, his expression full of sinful intentions.
Hudson was so tall and broad, and I felt tiny beside him. I’d always hated my small size, but with this boy, I seemed to embrace it. I drank him in as he placed his arms over his shoulders and tugged his top off from the back, throwing it on the chair behind him.
My eyes raked over his body; my attention especially drawn towards his sexy forearms. They were so muscular with thick veins beneath the skin. I also loved how tanned he was, as my focus switched to his chest and washboard abs.
It felt like the most natural thing as I copied his movements. Pursing my lips, I yanked my tank top over my head, revealing the black lace bra I had on underneath. Hudson’s breath caught as he glanced down at my breasts. The material was almost transparent, and I knew he could see my nipples pushing against the fabric.
I took a sharp breath as he lifted his hands and ran them over my shoulders. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Molly.”
“So are you,” I replied softly, trailing my fingertips over the bumps on his abs. My eyes followed the vee of muscle that disappeared behind the waistband of his jeans. It’s almost like an arrow pointing towards his crotch.
“I’ve never been called beautiful, but I’ll take it from you,” he husked as he slid his arms around my back and undid my bra.
He proved his experience with bra removal as the scrap of lace dropped to the floor between us.
