It was a heady feeling. Letting go. Letting her take charge.
Connor stopped thinking. Stopped wondering what she was going to do next. He closed his eyes and let himself feel, and when the mattress dipped and her pussy bumped his lips, his tongue came out on instinct, licking and probing until Hudson was groaning as wildly as he was. He wanted to feel her coming on his face, feel her clit pulsing on his tongue, but she denied him, rocking into him until she was wet and swollen, and then she was gone.
His eyes stayed closed. He waited. Trusted that the course she’d set would take them both where they needed to go. His cock was already hard again, a painful weight against his stomach, aching for relief.
He shivered when she ran a hand down the center of his chest. A teasing stroke. Gentle fingers gripped his shaft as she stretched a condom over it.
“This isn’t so bad, is it? Trusting someone else to take care of you?”
No, it wasn’t bad at all. It was good. So fucking good, and he was never going to forget —
She impaled herself on his cock, and his brain imploded. Shut down completely. It was sensation overload. The tight clasp of her pussy. The pressure in his balls. She rode him hard, her nails digging into his pecs as her hips moved and her inner muscles bore down on him.
“Touch my clit, Connor. Rub it. Make me come.”
His hand shook as he brought it to the place where they were joined. He pressed his thumb to that tight bud, flicking and stroking in time to the wild grinding of her hips. When she cried out in orgasm, he felt it in his cock, in his blood. It was almost enough to send him flying over the edge again, but not quite, and Hudson was so attuned to his body’s responses that she leaned forward and kissed him, whispering another order even as she trembled in release.
“Fuck me hard. Now.”
The control he’d barely had to begin with snapped like a frayed piece of rope. His hips rose in an upward thrust, hard and deep, over and over again, filling her to the hilt as he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight to his chest.
Ecstasy. He’d thought he’d known what that was, but everything he’d felt in the past, all the sex and blow jobs and orgasms… a blurry photograph compared to the vivid canvas flashing in front of him. Release came in a warm, soothing wave that washed over him, loosening muscles that were always coiled tight, breaking apart the armor that surrounded his heart.
“I…” His voice was gravel. He took a breath, stroking the small of her back. “Jesus Christ, baby.” Another breath. “I…”
She slid off him before he could finish, and his body couldn’t comprehend it. The loss of her warmth, the sudden emptiness.
“Hudson?” he said warily, because her stricken face was even more mystifying.
She opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.
“What’s wrong?”
Guilt passed across her features, just another bewildering puzzle piece that made no sense to him.
“I…” Her shoulders sagged, her breath coming out in a wobbly rush. “I’m Dominik’s sister.”
It wasn’t the right moment to tell him. Not with Connor’s sated eyes peering up at her and his naked body sprawled on the bed, free of the tension that always seemed to plague it.
Hudson wished she could take back the words, at least for tonight. She wanted to take them back and save them until morning, so the sunshine could temper the hard edges of the truth and this beautiful moment could be preserved in her memory without her confession having tainted it.
But she’d just spoken to him about trust, damn it. She’d made love to him with every breath she had, and Connor had finally – finally – lowered his guard and given her that part of himself he’d been holding back. And now with three measly words, she was about to lose him again. She knew that, and it broke her heart, but the truth had flown out of her mouth before she could stop it. Because in that pure, shining moment of open trust, she hadn’t been able to lie to him anymore.
Because she loved him.
His stunned gaze focused on her face. “You’re… what?”
“I’m Dominik’s sister.” Her hands began to shake, so she pressed them to her bare thighs. “His twin, actually.”
Connor blinked. Just one blink, while a multitude of emotions streaked across his face. Confusion sharpened into suspicion. Suspicion darkened to anger. Anger became… horror. Horror and betrayal and a glitter of menace that made Hudson wince.
When it finally dawned on him that she was telling the truth, Connor shot to his feet. Every muscle in his body coiled tight, from the tendons of his neck to the arches of his feet, and the dark cloud on his face gathered in strength until his eyes were more black than hazel.
“You…” He hissed out a breath. “Are you goddamn serious?”