The Write Bear (Highland Brothers 1)
wait for him. Something told her he needed space. He needed her to wait.
    She fell asleep, watching the embers glow red and orange. Her eyelids struggled to stay open, hoping Hudson would walk through the door, but she lost the fight, falling into a deep sleep.
    She felt strong hands lift her and carry her up the stairs and down the hall. The footsteps steady and strong as she rested against the solid wall of his chest.
    He laid her on the bed.
    “Hudson?” Her eyes blinked open. “Are you ok?” The sleep quickly faded.
    “I am. You should sleep.” He turned for the door.
    “Are you leaving?” It sounded more accusatory than she had intended.
    “I thought you would want to sleep.”
    “Aren’t you going to tell me where you went? Why you left?” She pulled her legs under her.
    “I needed a little air, that’s all. I went for a walk.”
    “Hmm.” She saw the worry and fear on his face. “Is it about today? Just tell me. If you think it was a mistake I can handle it. Just tell me.”
    “Oh God, no.” He rushed next to her. “Not like what you think, Riley. It’s not.”
    He buried his head in the softness of her lap. She ran her fingers along his scalp, threading his thick locks through her fingers.
    “Then what is it? What freaked you out?”
    He lifted his eyes to her. “I can’t lie to you.”
    She pinched her lips together. “I would hope you wouldn’t lie anyway, but what’s going on?”
    He nuzzled into her neck, sniffing behind her ear, his hand cradling her cheek. “Please let me make love to you. Just once.”
    Her breath caught in her throat. “Didn’t we already do that?”
    “No, that was different. Let me show you.”
    Her body was sore and aching. The nap helped, but she was afraid the slightest touch from him would burn.
    “I’ll be gentle, I swear,” he moaned into her throat. “Please, Riley.”
    She nodded, feeling the need building between her legs and he had barely touched her.
    “And then.” He held her gaze. “I’ll explain.”
    “Ok,” she whispered. Explanations suddenly seemed secondary. This man had control of her.
    He let the folds of her shirt fall open, and took one of her breasts in his hands. His head lowered and she watched in awe as his tongue barely touched the tip of her nipple.
    “Ahh,” she moaned. It wasn’t enough.
    He licked lovingly, soothingly, melting the stinging sensations from early. His tongue circled wide, then closer together. “These are so beautiful,” he murmured. “So perfect.”
    Her head reeled back, jutting her breasts closer to his face.
    His hands moved to her hips, wriggling her yoga pants over her hips. “And your curves. Your fucking curves,” he growled. “I want to get lost in you. Do you know that?”
    She held his gaze, marveling at the new tenderness in his fingers. She shuddered when she felt him peel her panties from her ankles.
    “I’m so sore,” she whispered.
    “I know, baby. I’m sorry.” His fingers parted the folds between her legs. “I had to do it. You wanted it, remember? I didn’t have a choice anymore.”
    She nodded, moaning as he moved her legs farther apart. Nothing he said made sense, yet next to his body everything made perfect sense.
    She felt a deep ache inside. One that was clawing for him. Desperate for him to invade her, take her, command her body. She arched up, begging for his fingers to find entrance into her warmth.
    “I want it again.” She looked at him as if there was some explanation in his eyes. “I want you again, Hudson. Why?” Her back writhed and her legs spread, letting his fingers dance lightly. She felt the sudden heat of wetness between her legs and she smiled, knowing how much it turned him on.
    “You’re so good at that, fuck,” he growled. “I want to bury myself in you. Taste you. Suck you. Lick you. Fuck you until the moon goes to bed. Riley.” He closed his eyes.
    “I want it too.” She rocked against him, forcing his fingers to slip inside her. She

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