Hudson groaned. “Fuck, Allie. I’ve never been so hard and thick. I need my fist gripping and stroking my cock like I’m inside you.”

The thought of Hudson pleasuring himself sent an unexpected wave of excitement coursing through her. She swallowed hard. “What’s stopping you?”

“Because I want you right there with me, baby. We’ll take it nice and slow. Close your eyes and caress your hands down your neck, let them cup your breasts. Feel how perfect they are.”

Allie’s eyes drifted shut. She followed his directions, letting her hands glide down her throat past the neckline of her dress. Her breath caught as she cupped her breasts.

He was quick with his next command. “Squeeze them how I would.”

She did as he described, and in the darkness he was with her. His warm body pressed against the length of hers. His hands squeezing and kneading her breasts. His lips trailing down her neck.

“That’s it. Get your nipples nice and hard for my mouth.” His deep voice resonated through her body, magnifying every sensation as she drew her fingertips across her breasts. Her nipples strained against the thin fabric of her dress as she slowly circled them. “Pinch them, as if I’m dragging my tongue from one to the other and pulling them between my teeth.”

She trapped her nipples between her fingers and thumbs, imagining Hudson’s teeth grazing her skin as she tugged and pulled.

“Now feel my hands sliding over your stomach and trailing soft kisses as I go.” Her breathing grew louder as his words caressed her skin. “That’s it, baby, I can hear how turned on you are.” Every inch of her body hummed with anticipation. “Now touch yourself for me. Feel my fingers parting you, sliding over your skin.”

Music wafted up the stairs, a distant reminder that they weren’t alone, but Allie no longer cared. She was far beyond shyness or shame. She was lost in the moment, focused solely on Hudson’s voice as she slid her hand between her thighs. She gasped from her own touch and moaned his name.

“Tell me what you feel, Allie. Are you ready for me?”

“Oh God, yes.” She was so wet, so ready. She needed him there with her, filling her, possessing her.

“Stroke yourself, feel my cock rubbing against you.” His voice was tight with restraint and she knew he was fighting his own release, waiting for her to join him. “Let me hear how good it feels. You want me inside you, don’t you?”

“Please,” she moaned his name and was lost, surrendering to each of his commands as he brought them both closer to the edge.

“Come with me, Allie.” His words pushed out on an explosive breath. “Fuck.”

White knuckles gripped the bedspread as searing pleasure ripped through her. She turned her head toward the pillow, letting it absorb her cries.

“This is what you do to me, Allie.” Hudson’s breath was still harsh in her ear. “You have the power to make me come harder than anyone and yet it’s never enough. Come to my place tonight, I can’t wait until tomorrow.”

“Yes,” she managed to say, still trying to collect her wits. Allie sat up and ran her fingers through her hair. She didn’t need a mirror to know her face was flushed.

“Oh, and one more thing, Alessandra.” She could hear his grin through the phone. “Enjoy the rest of the party.”

Chapter Twenty-four

The limo moved at a crawl down Astor. Hudson straightened his tie for what must have been the tenth time since they’d turned down the street. When they finally came to a stop in front of Allie’s brownstone, he forced his hands to give the tie a rest and gripped the lever on the door at the same time his driver opened his.

“I got this, Max.”

“Yes, sir.” Max nodded and pulled his door shut.

Hudson got out of the limo and buttoned his jacket. God, he was nervous. Like first date, sweaty palms nervous. He moved toward the brownstone in powerful strides, taking the stairs two at a time until he was standing in front of her door. He punched the doorbell, then ran a hand through his hair.

The door swung open and Hudson’s breath came short and fast at the sight of her in an elegant, charcoal-gray gown that was clinging for its life to each of her lush curves. He wasn’t sure what was holding it all together as his eyes drifted over every inch of Allie’s exposed skin. He couldn’t tear his greedy gaze away from her, and his thoughts immediately went to the images that had been permanently burned into his mind. What she looked like under him with her blond hair spilling over the pillows; over him with her hands splayed on his chest as she took him; or in front of him as he pushed in deep from behind. Christ, he could practically feel her soft ass against his groin as he moved in and out of her tight, hot body. He was getting hard just thinking about it. Thank fuck he buttoned his jacket so his dick didn’t arrive at the door before he did. He wanted tonight to be about her. To be perfect.

Allie pinched the diamond chandelier earring dangling from her left lobe between her fingers. “Hi.”

“Hi, yourself. You look beautiful. That dress is making me want to either cover you up or revise our plans for the evening.”

“Your message was very mysterious, Mr. Chase. Why did I need to get so dressed up?”

“It’s a surprise.” Hudson took the wrap from Allie’s hands and draped it around her shoulders. He pulled her hair out from underneath it, and when his index finger grazed the back of her neck he had to fight the impulse to press his lips to her nape.

His hand fell to the small of her back, skin-to-skin, and he led her to the limo where Max was waiting with an open door. Allie slid across the bench and Hudson moved in beside her. As he did, he became acutely aware of how incredible she smelled, and it was doing nothing to ease the ache between his legs. He dragged in a deep breath. This was going to be a long night, and he wasn’t exactly the kind of guy used to keeping his hands to himself. Especially when she was looking sexy as hell in a dress that was begging to be unzipped.

Allie stared out the window as the limo picked up speed. Hudson could sense her wheels turning, trying to figure out where he was taking her based on their location. Nervous anticipation crackled between them as he watched her try to put the pieces of the puzzle together in her head.

He reached for her, curling his fingers around her hand and rhythmically brushing his thumb over the inside of her palm. It was a simple gesture meant to soothe her and reassure him, but all it did was drive him crazy and make him focus on the potential disaster waiting to knock him on his ass.

The limo rolled to a stop. Traffic surrounded them and pedestrians parted around the car, all squinting to figure out what hotshot was in the ride while trying to play it cool as they did so. Allie ducked her head, peering out the window at the front of a large building with Mozart, Beethoven, and Bach blasted into stone. Recognition spread across her face and she turned to him and smiled. “The symphony?”

Hudson breathed a silent sigh of relief at her reaction. “I was able to pull a few strings and score tickets.”

Allie leaned across the seat and pressed her lips against his. “Thank you.”

His index finger caressed her jaw, then slipped underneath her chin. “It’s my pleasure.” Taking advantage of the tinted windows, he slanted his mouth over hers. Her lips parted and his tongue slid inside, savoring her softly and slowly. He heard the muted click of her seat belt, the equivalent of a green light, and tugged her into his lap. She was the most incredible thing he’d ever known. He groaned into her mouth, deepening the kiss—licking, teasing, tasting. And it made him want to kiss her elsewhere with the same eagerness. His hands slid down the bare skin of her back as her fingers raked into his hair, pulling just how he liked it.