Yes, Prime Minister Page 5

  “Woman who handles her liquor, I’m intrigued.” I took another sip, enjoying the way her eyes hovered on my lips with each of my words.

  “You’d be surprised what I can handle.” The bartender deposited her drink on the bar top. “Cheers to a good weekend.”

  I clinked my glass with hers then watched as she took a healthy swallow. My eyebrows rose and my grin deepened.

  This woman had fire, and hell if I wasn’t drawn to her flame.

  “I’m going to need another one.” She set the glass on the bar when she’d finished.

  “Well, hell, remind me not to go underestimating you again.”

  “Again?” She cocked her head to the side, a pretty, sarcastic as hell grin darting across her lips. When she did that, I couldn’t help wanting to cover her mouth with mine, lick up the dips and swells of her body, and make her scream and shudder around me. My dick twitched in my pants, demanding to be let loose and cradled in her warmth. “What makes you think you’ll get a chance at again?”

  Sweet fucking Jesus, she had sass. Sassy women were the sexiest to me. There was something about this woman; something that made me want to bend her over and spank that fine ass until she begged me to stop by shoving my rock-hard cock deep into her wet, warm cunt. Just the very idea of that made me feverish.

  I’d begun to think I should find myself a nice quiet little thing. Maybe opposites really did attract, and I was barking up the wrong tree when a girl like this one flashed her big, beautiful eyes at me. But damned if I could help it. I was having a visceral reaction just standing so close to her.

  “Won’t be the last if I have anything to say about it.”

  “You don’t.” She smiled up at me sweetly, winking once before taking another swallow of her newly refreshed drink. Hell, was I looking at the female version of myself? I didn’t know if I should be turned on or run the hell away, but she was intriguing, and no way was I walking away from someone intriguing this weekend. I’d need all the distraction I could get before heading back to the city and my life and putting this marriage business behind me.

  I wished the best for my mom, but she’d sort of ruined the idea of commitment for me.

  Never could bring myself to say those three words, though I didn’t sweat it. My life was good. What was the point of giving your heart away to someone who inevitably would only break it? My mother was proof enough. I’d seen her in broken relationships time and time again. I didn’t want any part of it. People weren’t built to last, and true love was a mirage the media distorted in order to sell you more junk you didn’t need.

  But I had a feeling things would get a little bit better if I got to know this woman.

  “Name’s Hudson.”

  Her grin deepened, sky-blue eyes sparkling up at me. “Skylar Walsh.”

  “Can I get you another drink, Skylar?”

  She paused, eyes narrowing adorably before she replied, “Why? Because I'm the nearest thing with boobs?”

  Her candid words took me by surprise and forced a chuckle from me. “Because you're the only woman who’s made me care enough to ask her name in a long time, Skylar.” I pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Figure that counts for something.”

  Her pupils darkened, lips pressed together before she turned back to the bartender and nodded at him for another. “Smooth talker, then, huh?”

  “Call it what you want, but I say what’s on my mind.”

  “I can see that.” She took a small sip of her drink then set it back on the bar, turning fully to me.

  I’d been so focused on her eyes that I hadn’t even bothered to check out the rest of her, and the rest of her was fucking sinful.

  She was the curviest, most beautiful creature I’d ever seen, and living in a city overrun with trendy singles, I’d seen a lot.

  None that had caught me off guard quite like this, though.

  “What’s on your mind, Hudson?”

  I inched closer, brushing her shoulder with mine and sucking in a deep breath of her heady aroma. “I’m thinkin’ the drive up this weekend was damn well worth it, after all.”

  Her lips popped open in surprise, warmth creeping up her neck and making me desperate to touch her searing hot skin. Was she as aroused as I was? Did she feel this push and pull careening between us?

  “Well, what can we do to make your trip worthwhile, Hudson?” The soft lilt of her tone told me she knew exactly what effect she had on me.

  “I can think of a few things,” I breathed, taking advantage of the low light and sliding in a little closer. I was drawn to her like a magnet, our bodies hovering just at the edge of contact, close enough to drive us both a little insane. Skylar closed her eyes, a soft shiver racing through her body when my fingers darted across the sweet flesh of her thigh. “I bet you taste sweet.”

  Her eyes fluttered closed, long lashes shadowing her high cheekbones. For the first time in my life, I couldn’t think of anything but the gorgeous woman standing in front of me, her body attuned to mine. I had to know her. Something told me I was flirting with forever with this one. I couldn't put my finger on why, but I sure as hell felt it. Like our souls were already chained together, just waiting for the bodies to catch up.

  I wanted tonight with her, but I wanted all the other nights too. I wanted to figure out what made her laugh, what made her mad, what turned her on. I really wanted that last part.

  “I’m not sure if your unfiltered mouth pisses me off or turns me on.” She arched one eyebrow, leaning in a little closer.

  “My bet’s on the latter with the way your thighs shift and your nipples are aching under that dress.”

  Her lips curved up then as she leaned a little closer, the generous swell of her gorgeous tits brushing the rock-hard slab of my chest. “Wouldn't you like to know.”

  Sweet mother of God, I was a goner with this one.

  Two

  Skylar

  Three hours after I walked into the bar, I was walking out of it, my arm linked with the sexiest, most infuriating human I’d ever met. The drop-dead gorgeous and cocky sonuvabitch had latched on, and I was surprised that I didn’t want him to let go.

  Dating wasn’t my thing. Growly, irritating macho men weren’t my thing either, but this guy was both and all at once, so why the hell did my stomach turn flips every time a word came out of his mouth?

  “Hop on.” Hudson held his hand out, the other on the handle of a glossy black Harley-Davidson. As if the dark tattoos licking his forearms and the gauge in one ear weren’t enough, this guy riding a motorcycle cemented every ounce of his bad boy persona.

  “You’ve got a bike?”

  “Rode it hard all the way up here.” His eyes sparked as he watched me. Something spiraled up in my belly, arousal and need coursing through my veins and leaving me at the mercy of his every whim.

  “I’ve never been on a motorcycle before.” I grasped his hand with mine.

  “Not just any motorcycle, princess. A Harley—best of the best. You can feel the power between your thighs.”

  “Sounds sexy.”

  “Unbelievably sexy,” he agreed, eyes crisscrossing my body before landing on my gaze again. “Climb on.”

  Excitement unfurled inside me, his touch like lightning bolts shooting along my nerves and gathering at the juncture of my thighs. “Am I safe with you?”

  His grin slid sideways, eyes holding mine for unwavering beats, silence pulsing between us. “You’ll never be safer than you are with me, Sky, that I can promise you.” One hand cupped my neck, drawing me to him. “I’d lose a limb before I’d let anything happen to you.”

  His words bloomed slowly in my heart, filling up all the dark corners and making me believe in him. Truly believe. A guy who looked like that wasn’t one you should believe, but here I was—a lamb blindly going to my slaughter.

  I’d always considered myself good at reading people, and while this guy was a little hard to decipher in some respects, the possessive aura radiated off of him.
There wasn’t a bone in his body that could hurt another human being; I could feel it as much as I could see it.

  “YOLO, I guess.” I slung one leg over the machine with his help, surprised when he followed me on, his hard body coming to press against my back.

  “I thought you were driving?” I teased.

  “I am.” His rough hands latched on to my waist and spun me in the seat, tucking my knees between his powerful thighs and the leather of the seat. His hands cupped my face, eyes focused on the soft part of my lips as I wondered what to say, what he wanted from me, what tomorrow would look like. I’d told myself earlier it was okay if this was just a one-night stand. I’d never had one, and the chaos that had been my life of late could really use a release.

  But in reality, the idea of this guy walking away tomorrow morning filleted me open a little bit. I would never be a clinger—I had a career, a life, a home I loved—but something about him told me this was more. Told me that if he walked away, it would leave me shattered.

  Would the pleasure be worth it? If the way he was looking at me was any indication, like he wanted to eat me alive, then I had a feeling it one thousand percent would be.

  “I need to taste you first.” His lips crashed to mine, not gentle—frantic. Like he’d been starved for this moment.

  God, I think I had been too.

  My hands wound around his neck, my lips opening as his tongue pushed past and tangled with mine. With every heartbeat, passion flowed from me to him, his hands eating up my skin, his breath fanning across my face. He’d been right earlier when he’d said I was turned on. I was practically a hot mess in his presence. Sitting on the front of his bike with his lips attached to mine now was the most recklessly hedonistic thing I’d ever done, and I was quickly becoming addicted.

  His lips never left mine when he caged me in his arms, then kick-started the bike to leave. It roared underneath me, causing all the aroused blood in my body to charge straight for my already wet pussy. I was a mess, but I couldn't be bothered to care when his body was still pressed against mine, his tongue fucking me slow and deep as the motorcycle engine purred beneath us.

  He tore his lips away for one moment before slowly guiding the bike out of the parking spot, turning it, and then shooting out of the parking lot, hovering at the end of the driveway leading into our quiet town.

  “Which way, precious?” My brain fried as it registered what I was doing. Letting this man take me home tonight. A stranger, a roguish, sexy, motorcycle-riding man who’d charmed the panties right off of me. But I still didn’t care.

  “Right. Go left at the first stop sign, and my house is a few doors down on the left,” I said in a quick breath, before my logical, safety-minded self kicked in and politely declined the offer. Told him I was a good girl who didn’t do these things and went home alone.

  And I was a good girl, too much of the time. So much of the time, it got exhausting, and a spike of adrenaline raced through my bloodstream, begging me to do something reckless, something just mine. Something in the name of pure pleasure.

  “I can’t wait to get you underneath me.” He drove one-handed, his other palm coming to rest on my thigh, thumb inching higher and higher, kneading at the flesh until I thought I might come in a scream right that very second.

  “I can hardly think straight with your hands on my skin.”

  “That’s what I had in mind.” He nipped at my ear, leaning as he turned the bike left, and I registered we were almost home. To my place. To my bed.

  Anticipation built inside me, my legs already quivering as the pad of his thumb inched nearer to my panties. I sucked in a breath of the cool night air, disbelieving any of this was happening right now.

  And then his thumb breached my panties.

  The rough scrape of his fingertip against my hot flesh was like a shot of cold water dousing my body. I clamped my teeth on my lip, thighs shaking as his thumb stroked back and forth, my pussy growing wetter with every pass. He added a second finger, working it at my entrance before sliding in smoothly, my body welcoming him with more silky hot arousal.

  “I’m so fucking hard, feeling your beautiful little pussy wrapped around my finger. You are so wet, so responsive. I know you love the feel of my fingers in your pussy. You're soaked. I want to taste that pussy, Sky, I want to get drunk on that sweet juice.” His words edged at my ear. “You want me inside you. Owning this sweet cunt.”

  Like fireworks exploding in my chest cavity, waves of release pulsed their way through every muscle I possessed. My fingers clutched at his firm biceps, shades of ink swirling across the hard muscle, as my teeth clenched down and I rode the orgasm with the help of his frantically moving hand between my legs.

  “Oh my God, I’ve never—” I sucked in shallow breaths of air. “I can’t believe—”

  His grin crooked to one side as he pulled his hand from between my legs, sucking his thumb into his mouth and licking the nectar clean. “Your pussy tastes sweet, Skylar.”

  His words embarrassed me and turned me on in equal measure. He must have known, because his grin ticked up just as his bike began to slow down. “Which house is yours?”

  Drowsy and drunk on pleasure, I hardly recognized my neighborhood, veiled in shadows.

  “Uh, 331.” I spat the number, unable to even think about providing direction at this moment.

  A slow chuckle rumbled through his chest, sending shock waves through me. I’d never been so turned on, so sated and needy for him all at the same time.

  “Welcome home, precious.” His throaty voice curled around my body as he turned into my driveway. The engine flicked off, and he smiled.

  Three

  Hudson

  Before we could even make it to her bedroom, I flipped her in my arms and bent her over the kitchen island. Her gaze nailed mine just as my hands were sliding up the creamy skin of her thighs, damp and still shaking from the first orgasm I’d nursed from her.

  “You’re so turned on for me you can’t even keep still, precious,” I crooned at her ear, using the moment of distraction to tear her panties down her legs. She sighed, ass working back and forth like it was begging for my teeth. My bite mark on her pretty ass would look nice, a brand on her skin. I was determined to give her that and more.

  I pushed the hem of her dress over the round globes of her sweet ass and sank my teeth into one cheek, enjoying the shudder that coursed through her, dampening her thighs and turning my cock to steel. Beads of precome dotted the front of my jeans as I lowered to my knees and plunged my tongue into her pretty pink flesh.

  Lapping and sucking at her soaked lips, I swirled and tasted and savored every drop of herself she had to give. I wanted her so fucking wet for me she wouldn’t be able to think straight when I slid into her the first time.

  Fisting at the cheeks of her ass, I shoved my face deeper, coating it with her juices, smearing her on my lips, covering myself in her scent because here, with her, was the only place I ever wanted to be.

  She arched when I slid one slow finger into her body, nearly losing myself when her walls contracted around me, sucking me in and begging for more. She groaned when I nipped at the hard little bud of her clit. Sliding one hand up the curve of her hips, I locked her hand in mine, holding her tightly as I sucked that little nub into my mouth and danced figure eights around it with my tongue. Her legs tensed, her breathing growing more erratic, before I hooked my fingers and sent her straight over the edge and into my arms.

  Her muscles seized up around me, arousal coursing down my chin and drenching my fingers. I’d done my job well, all right. I’d made her come so hard she’d never be able to fuck anyone else without thinking of where I’d been.

  Just as her breathing calmed, I spun her in my arms, still on my knees, and lifted her skirt, lapping at the moisture coating her thighs. She shuddered when I slid my tongue up the seam of her pretty cunt, sucking all the stray honey from her skin and savoring the essence of her on my taste buds. I could go for being sur
rounded by her scent every night and live a long and happy life.

  One of her hands pushed into my hair as I worked her into a frenzy, the skirt of her dress falling in silky waves around me. “I need to see you naked and spread out before me. I need to see what I’m eating for dinner and dessert.”

  I stood, grasping the dress and pulling it over her shoulders. She stood, all soft and creamy in the silvery moonlight, panty-free and only a pretty purple bra edged in lace preventing my mouth from reaching the Promised Land.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, precious, I don’t know what to eat next.” But I knew where I was headed, my hands already pulling the bra from her body and stripping her bare. Her nipples puckered in the brisk night, but I didn’t give them long without my attention. My hands were embracing her tits, my mouth covering one nipple and drawing in long sucks. Her hands threaded through my hair as soft little moans fell from her lips.

  Christ, those moans would be the death of me.

  She had to stop making those noises, or I’d never last as long as I needed to last to please her in all the ways I wanted to.

  “Where's the bed?” I grunted, hauling her into my arms and wrapping her thighs around my hips. She rode my denim-covered cock like that a few steps before I realized it was no fucking good at all. “Too far.”

  I set her down onto the couch underneath me, her body laid out, tits full, thighs creamy and begging for my hands clutching as I plowed into her.

  Her hands were at my button, working the metal back and forth before I grew frustrated with all the fabric between us and pulled the zipper down in one quick stroke. Shoving the denim down my thighs, I grunted with equal parts pain and relief when my cock hit the cool air.

  I needed inside her before I lost my head.

  Hell, I think I had already lost it.

  “Oh my God,” she gasped into the moonlit night. “You’re pierced.”

  A sideways grin turned my lips. “Want a better look?”