Found in You

by Laurelin Paige

  I was already climbing on top of him when he stopped me with a curse. “Hold on.”

  He stood and kicked his clothes off, the ache of his absence made dull with the sight of him stripped. That’s how I loved us best—completely naked, no barriers between us.

  He fell back on his knees in front of me. My hands immediately grabbed for his pulsing cock. A trickle of pre-cum glistened on his crown, and I spread it down the length of him.

  He groaned. “Come here.” Hudson kneeled up slightly and urged me to wrap my legs around him, my feet braced on the floor on each side of him in a squat. Thankfully, my sandals were platform. They gave better support.

  His tip throbbed at my core and I clenched in anticipation, all thoughts of shoes flying from my mind. With gentle expertise, he pushed up and in. I slid down him, taking the length of his cock inside my wet core.

  God, oh, god, there weren’t words—the ecstasy, the intensity, the absolute feeling of wholeness, of completion—it was perfectly indescribable. Perfectly perfect.

  He bucked into me, and I threw my head back with a gasp.

  “Watch, Alayna.”

  His command drew my focus back to him. I followed his gaze down to the place where we were joined. He pulled out of me to his crown, his cock covered in my juices, then pushed back in, his rhythm steady and mesmerizing.

  “Watch my cock pushing in and out of you.”

  “It’s so hot.” Unbelievably hot.

  He sped up and the sound of our slapping thighs increased the level of eroticism by ten. Already I was tightening again, nearing the edge.

  “Alayna, are you with me?”

  His question called my attention back to his face. His expression, still lusty and primal, was now highlighted with affection.

  “Always,” I said. “I’m always with you.”

  He reclaimed my mouth, plunging his tongue with a ferocity that echoed his movements below. I was breathless and panting when he released me.

  “Our pasts will always threaten to come between us. But nothing can come between us unless we let it. Feel this?” He drove his cock deeper into me. “Feel me inside you?”

  “It’s so good, Hudson. You make me feel so good.”

  “I know, precious, I know.” He tightened his grip, pulling me closer to him so that his breath tickled my ear as he spoke to me.

  My vision glazed, I was close.

  “Look at me.” Again, his command pulled my eyes to him. “This is how connected we are, Alayna. Even when I’m not inside you, we are always this connected.”

  His stark declaration was the final straw. “Fuck, Hudson, I’m going to come.” My legs were quivering from the effort of supporting myself on top of him. Now they tightened with my oncoming orgasm.

  “Yes, let go,” Hudson coaxed. “I want to watch you give it all to me.”

  I did let go, squeezing him with my cunt as my orgasm ripped through me with seismic force. My body jelly, Hudson eased us to the floor then pounded to his finish, burying himself to his balls while his climax erupted hot and long.

  When he collapsed, he stayed inside me, stroking my hair and whispering. “You’re so beautiful, Alayna. Absolutely beautiful. I missed you. So much.”

  I brushed my fingers along his cheek, scruffy with a five o’clock shadow. “Did you really?”

  “Yes, really.”

  “I missed you too. So much.” I kissed along his throat before sucking lightly on his Adam’s apple. Still in a euphoric, post-orgasmic stage, it was surprising that I suddenly remembered where I was supposed to be. “Shit! I need to call Mira and tell her to cancel my trip.”

  Hudson smiled. “Already taken care of.”

  “She told you? It was supposed to be a surprise!”

  “Mirabelle didn’t tell me. Jordan. All he said was that he’d rearrange your evening plans. It would have been a surprise.” He circled my nose with his. “If I hadn’t surprised you first.”

  “And what a happy surprise it was.”

  “I’m lucky you didn’t kick me to the curb. You know, I’ve fantasized about taking you in this club since the first time I saw you here.”

  For whatever reason, this made me blush. “I can’t say I haven’t had the same fantasy.”

  He grinned and kissed me chastely, probably knowing as well as I did that anything deeper would likely lead to another round of sex. This suspicion was confirmed with his next words. “As nice as it is having the fantasy fulfilled, I’d much rather take you back to The Bowery and have you in our bed.”

  “That sounds awesome. Because as beautiful as this all is, I’m sticky and I have rose petals stuck to my ass and thighs.”

  Hudson laughed, his dick twitching inside me with the motion. “The side effects of romantic gestures.”

  “You better get out before you get hard again.”

  “Already halfway there.” He pulled out of me, and, sure enough, he was already sporting another semi.

  He stood then helped me up after him, brushing petals off my backside. After we’d finished dressing, Hudson turned on the club lights so I could blow out the candles.

  “Ready to go home?”

  I shivered at the sweet sound of the word home. Our home. It had become such a lonesome cave in the days he’d been gone. Now it could be restored to its former glory. “As long as you’re there, then there’s no place else I’d rather be.”

  Brushing a lingering rose petal from my arm, I looked around the room. “What about the mess?” Then before he answered, I said, “Let me guess—you have people.”

  He shrugged. “We have people.”

  I actually didn’t freak about his overt suggestion that we were tied even more deeply than we were. I’d told the truth to Mira when I said I couldn’t think about those things, but maybe I could be okay when other people thought about it.

  Hudson retrieved his jacket from the dance floor railing. He pulled out his phone from one of the pockets and typed something in—a text for our ride, I guessed.

  “Oh,” he said, digging in another of his jacket pockets. “I almost forgot. This is for you.” He handed me a phone, nearly identical to the one I’d broken.

  “So sure I haven’t already replaced it, are you?” I asked with a laugh.

  He winked. “You weren’t answering any of my calls or texts. I’d hoped it was because you were still phoneless.”

  “I was phoneless so that I wouldn’t break down and call you.”

  “Should I ask for an explanation?”

  “No. It’s just me. Thank you for the phone. It was very thoughtful.” I wrapped my arm around his and together we walked toward the club entrance. “Hey, did you get Plexis back?”

  “I did. But it wouldn’t have mattered if I hadn’t gotten you back.”

  Damn, the stuff he said was sweet. Only two weeks before, he’d been completely cut off from me, sharing very few of his true feelings. To think I could have missed out on all the beauty he had to offer if I’d let him slip away. Thank god, I’d stuck around for the good stuff.

  I gazed up at his profile. “You never lost me, remember?”

  “That’s right. I didn’t.” We’d reached the door and he turned to look at me. Those startling grey eyes—I could stay in them forever. Not lost, exactly, but more like found.

  “I love you, Hudson Pierce.”

  He breathed it in, physically breathed in my words—I could see exactly how they affected him. He needed them like I needed his touch. They changed him in some way that wasn’t quite tangible but real all the same. It made up for the fact that he still hadn’t been able to return the declaration.

  He shook himself. “Go on out. Jordan should be waiting. I’ll set the alarm and lock up.”

  He needed a minute to himself. I got that. He had the same effect on me.

  I walked
out, finding Jordan waiting with the Maybach.

  “Good evening, Ms. Withers. I’m sorry to say that you missed your flight.”

  I winked. “Another time, I suppose.”

  I slid in the car, crossing to the opposite window to leave space for Hudson. While I waited, I turned on the new phone Hudson had given me. I smiled at the front screen wallpaper—it was a publicity picture of us kissing from the fashion show I’d attended with him. Scrolling through my contacts, I could tell that he’d managed to transfer my number and all my personal data to the new phone.

  After a minute, the phone buzzed to notify me of incoming texts. I had seventeen in all. I scrolled through them, finding most were from Hudson, one from Brian—probably from before he’d found out my phone had broken.

  My brow furrowed as I saw two texts from an unknown number. I opened the first one. “The video file is too big for text. Text me if you want to see it in person.”

  Confused, I scrolled to the next text from that number. “Btw, this is Stacy from Mirabelle’s.”

  Ah, Stacy. She’d told me she had some proof about Hudson and Celia. Some reason not to trust her.

  I laughed to myself. Too little, too late. Whatever proof Stacy had that Celia was a bitch was completely unnecessary. I’d learned the hard way.

  Though it did pique my curiosity.

  “Everything okay?” Hudson asked as he slipped in the backseat next to me.

  “Everything’s perfect.” I dimmed my phone and stuck it in my bra. The outside world didn’t hold a spark of interest to me when I had Hudson beside me. I was beginning to see that he might be there for a long time. He was right—we were connected. Nothing could break us apart. I was convinced of that now.

  I buckled my seatbelt then settled into the crook of his arm thinking perfect was something I could get used to.

  HUDSON AND ALAYNA’S

  STORY CONCLUDES

  IN

  FOREVER WITH YOU

  COMING JANUARY 2014

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  This is always the hardest part of writing the book and I dread it and put it off as long as possible because I’m afraid I’ll forget someone or start crying as I list all the wonderful people who have made an impact in the life of my book.

  Thankfully the digital page doesn’t show tear marks, so here we go:

  First, to Tom, always first to Tom—my husband, my love, the sole reason I am able to spend hours reading and writing without my life falling apart around me. I love you, always.

  To my children who don’t understand why Mom’s books are hush-hush at church, but are doing a good job of keeping things quiet—you are the reasons I write, girls, because you are the reasons I live.

  To my Mom who supports me fully and still doesn’t think it’s enough—don’t worry, Mom. I have enough readers. You can just be my cheerleader.

  To Sophia for the cover design and for always pushing me to go the distance.

  To Bethany for editing and book-fairying and for always being there to pull me off the ledge and tell me I’m a good person when I feel quite the opposite.

  To my earliest readers and critique partners—Lisa, I hope to one day have as much talent as you have in your little finger. Jackie, your commas make me a better writer. Tristina, your suggestions are always the ones I need to hear. Tamara, when you think I’m hot, I feel hot, because YOU, lady are HAWT.

  To my agent, Bob DiForio, who worked through all the icky publishing crap so that I didn’t have to—man, what a ride, huh?

  To Stephen DiForio and Caitlin Greer for formatting, and Julie at AToMR Book Blog Tours, who gets my books exposure all over the ‘net.

  To my best friends eveh, The NAturals—Sierra, Sophia, Melanie, Lucy, and Tamara, sometimes you’re the only reason I wake up in the morning and you’re often the reason I stay up too late. Sometimes brow-porn is the only thing you need.

  To Joe, who lovingly calls this the “F” you series—this was our year! But just wait and see what next year brings.

  To Kristen Proby for your beautiful love of this series and the advice, support and inspiration you’ve given a budding author.

  To the WrAHMs and the Babes of the Scribes—you’re all such beautiful women. I’m so lucky to know you.

  To the authors I’ve friended in this wonderful writing community—you never fail to inspire me and push me to further heights both personally and in my stories. What an amazing passion we share. Thank you for all you’ve taught me and for letting me read your amazing, beautiful words.

  To the Book Bloggers and reviewers who helped spread Fixed on You to others. There are so many, I could never even hope to mention you all, but I especially need to acknowledge Aestas, Schmexy Girls, The Rock Stars of Romance, Angie’s Dreamy Reads, and “That’s All” Ash—I am eternally thankful for your love and support. There are not enough ways to express my appreciation. I LOVE YOU!

  To the Fans who loved and pimped Fixed on You like it was their own, especially Jenna Tyler and Angela McLain—thank you, ladies, for all you do. I’m honored to know you.

  To the Readers, every time—you are the only reason I get to do this for a living. I will never forget that, and I’m SO, SO grateful.

  To my Creator who has blessed my life so richly—may I remember to always fix my eyes on you.

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  ALSO BY LAURELIN PAIGE:

  Lights, Camera…

  TAKE TWO

  Coming February 4, 2014 from Samhain Publishing

  On the night of her graduation from film school, straight-laced Maddie Bauers fell completely out of character for an oh-my-god make-out session with a perfect stranger. Complete with the big O.

  Seven years later, that romantic interlude is still fresh in her mind. That stranger is now a rich and famous actor. And she’s one very distracted camera assistant working on his latest production. She might consider another tryst…if he even remembers her.

  Micah Preston does indeed remember Maddie. Too bad he’s sworn off Hollywood relationships. He allows himself as much sex as he likes—and oh, he does like—but anything more is asking for trouble. For the woman, not for him. Yet knowing Maddie could want more than a movie-set fling doesn’t stop him from pursuing her like a moth drawn to hot stage lights.

  But as the shoot nears its end, it’s decision time. Is it time to call, “Cut!” on their affair, or is there enough material for a sequel?

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Laurelin Paige is a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Mad Men and the Walking Dead, or dreaming of Adam Levine. She is represented by Bob Diforio of D4EO Literary Agency.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Acknowle
dgements

  About the Author