Free Web NovelChapter 214: Chapter 214 Without Protection
Christina’s POV
Hudson pulled me closer, kissing me harder. His tie brushed my collarbone, cool silk against skin that suddenly felt burning hot. I could feel the buttons of his shirt pressing into my chest as he leaned down.
His hand slipped under my pajama top and moved upward, knuckles grazing my bare skin. I gasped against his mouth.
He took it as encouragement, tilting his head to deepen the kiss until I forgot where we were. Nothing gentle about this kiss. It was all tongue and teeth, breath and heat, his hand spread across my ribs like he owned every part of me.
"My wolf’s going crazy," Hudson whispered against my lips. "He wants to mark you everywhere."
I grabbed handfuls of his jacket, wrinkled the expensive fabric, and tried to pull him closer even though there was no space left between us.
His thigh pressed between mine, just enough pressure to make my breathing hitch.
Hudson moved lower, his teeth grazing the corner of my jaw, then my neck, then down to my shoulder. Every kiss left a trail of fire under my skin, still tingling after he moved on. His mouth was thorough, like he was trying to learn me by taste and touch.
"Hudson," I breathed, half begging, half warning.
He smiled against my skin, like he knew exactly how close I was to completely losing it. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my pajama pants but didn’t pull, just rested there, warm and claiming.
I tried to push him away weakly, my hands barely tapping his chest.
He finally pulled back, but everything under my skin kept buzzing.
His hand found mine and started guiding it lower.
"Want to try something?" he asked, his voice rough.
"Try what?"
His mouth curved into a smirk. "Me."
I blinked, my brain short-circuiting for a second before I got it. My face burst into flames, and I turned away, practically rolling into the comforter trying to hide how hot I’d gotten.
We’d already gone public. We’d been married for months. Going all the way didn’t seem insane anymore, especially with how my whole body felt—like every inch of skin had become sensitive and desperate for his touch.
He leaned closer. "Is that okay?"
I bit my lip and nodded.
He didn’t hesitate. He moved fast, unbuttoning, pulling, his hands everywhere at once. He tugged my top down and traced the line just below my collarbone.
Then reality crashed in. "Wait—do you have protection?"
His hand stopped. "Protection?"
It took him a beat to understand. Then he cursed under his breath. "No."
He sat up, eyes darting around the hotel room. Nothing. He yanked open the nightstand drawer. Empty.
He got up and went to the bathroom, where I heard him slamming cabinet doors, checking behind every bottle and jar.
Still nothing.
He came back looking like he wanted to destroy something. "Nothing," he said, frustration radiating from every part of him.
I felt this weird mix of relief and disappointment. "Then forget it. We can try some other time."
"Hell no." He clenched his hands into fists. "I’ll call the front desk. They’ll bring something up." fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
He walked to the table and reached for the phone.
I bolted upright in panic. "Don’t!"
I scrambled across the bed on my knees, nearly falling off the edge trying to stop him. I grabbed his arm and pulled hard. "Don’t call. Just leave it. Please."
The idea of someone knocking with a discreet little bag made my skin crawl with embarrassment. Especially if it was that sweet girl from downstairs, the one who’d helped me with the Wi-Fi. She’d smiled like an angel and told me to call room service if I needed anything.
I would literally die.
"Relax," Hudson said, his voice low and tempting. "We don’t need protection. Remember our first night? We didn’t use anything then."
The memory of our first night together flashed through my mind—his hands on my body, the way I’d climaxed against him repeatedly. Heat bloomed in my core.
"I remember," I admitted, trying to control my breathing. "But that doesn’t mean we should risk it again."
Hudson’s eyes darkened as he moved closer, his body heat enveloping me. "What’s the worst that could happen? We’re married. If you get pregnant—"
"No," I said firmly, "I’m not ready to be a mother. My career is just taking off. I can’t handle a baby right now."
Understanding dawned in his eyes, though disappointment flickered across his face. "Fine. But you really think I can control myself tonight?"
"Of course you can," I said, hoping I sounded more confident than I felt.
Hudson let out a slow breath and let me drag him back to bed. His fingers slid against my palm, firm and warm.
"You really think you can hold out?" he repeated that question again.
"Yes," I said quickly, faking a yawn for effect. "I’m exhausted. We’ve got the sponsor event tomorrow, and I’d rather not show up looking wrecked."
I started to lie back, but he didn’t let go. He pulled me straight into his chest, his voice brushing past my ear. "I can’t wait."
"Then take a cold shower," I muttered.
He let out a short, incredulous sound. "It’s freezing outside. You want your husband to freeze certain parts off? Seriously?"
My face heated again. "Then figure it out yourself. We’re not doing this tonight."
He collapsed against me like his spine had given out, heavy and hot. I fell back with him, both of us landing where we’d started, except this time he was sprawled right on top of me.
He buried his face in my neck, breathing hard and fast.
I broke first. If he kept huffing like that, neither of us would sleep.
I nudged his head with my palm. "Fine. I’ll help you."
His head snapped up. "You sure?"
I glanced up at him. His mouth twitched with that infuriating smugness.
"You manipulative bastard," I narrowed my eyes at him.
