I had worried about Hudson seeing my apartment before. I thought he would judge the small space that was filled with odds and ends from my previous, more glamorous home. Those fears were far away now. The only thing that I wanted in this moment was his clothing on the floor and privacy.

"Are you sure you want to go this far?" Hudson panted when I broke our kiss to tug off that Rush branded hoodie he wore so well. 

I paused when it hit the floor, wondering if he was having second thoughts. But he just brought his mouth back to mine, flushing away all of the confused or wary feelings that I had. my fingers curled into his thick hair, loving the moan that dripped from his lips when I pulled on it.

"You're all I want right now," I stated, pulling my own shirt over my head.

"God," he hissed out, his eyes unable to move from my breasts that were spilling out of my plain bra.

I hadn't considered that my outing would start like this and I certainly never thought I would get this far with someone like Tyson. So, clearly, I hadn't dressed for the occasion. Hudson didn't seem phased by the lackluster bra in the slightest.

"Bedroom?" he managed, running his hands down my bare arms. 

"Here is fine, don't you think?" I replied, pushing him onto the little couch in the living room. 

While I shimmied my skinny jeans off my wide hips he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them off. I was left almost naked with only a bra on and he was sitting on my couch entirely bare and so hard. Though I had found it a little funny when he couldn't pull his gaze from my breasts I found myself doing the same thing with his rigid cock.

"Come here," he invited.

I complied, stepping closer to him. Then, I placed my hands on his shoulders, letting my breasts almost touch his face. He groaned out loud. I slowly placed one knee on either side of him and lowered myself downwards.

I felt his unrelenting thickness press at my core.

"Fuck," he hissed out as I slowly glided down, already so wet for him. "This needs to come off, now." His fingers were on my back, quickly finding my bra strap and undoing it with ease. 

I wasn't an impuslive woman. I never had been. It took me months to decide that I actually wanted to break up with Connor. I stared at the my emails for hours before gathering the courage and the certainty to push the send button. Hell, some times, I even had to look at reviews before jumping into a movie.

But Hudson wanted my bra to come off, so it came off. Hudson wanted me to kiss him, so I did. I followed each of his instructions, whether it was the breathless way he asked me to slow down or the desperate moan that told me to play with my clit so he could watch.

I did it all without blinking. And I didn't regret it when we finally crested together and my head was resting on his shoulder as I trued to desperately catch my breath. 

"Christ, Penelope, I think you killed me," Hudson laughed and I felt his fingers brush against the ends of my hair as he stroked my back. 

"You're telling me," I laughed. I felt a little dizzy. Had I really just done that? Had I really just pushed Hudson onto my couch and rode him so shamelessly? It seemed impossible that a simple confession from him would trigger such intense need, especially from me, after I had been hurt so badly.

But, just in case I was having some crazy infatuation with Hudson, my body decided to bring me down to Earth. My whole body was red from exertion, but my face got even hotter when my stomach growled so loudly that I was almost certain the neighbors could hear it.

"Maybe we can go and get those maple poutines?" I suggested softly.

Hudson let out a beautiful laugh, his head falling back onto the head rest. "I'd love to, princess. But I can't right now. As much as I'd like to pretend I was all heroic, I actually came out here because I have a meeting with some reps. I'm probably already late, but I couldn't stop myself from coming to see you first."

"Oh."

My mind instantly sputtered out a thousand questions. Had he not planned this? Did he do this just so that I wouldn't go on a date with Tyson? It seemed so extreme for him. I didn't think he would have sex with me just to prove a point. Then again, I had thought that Connor wasn't the type to cheat.

"Hey," Hudson's finger curled under my chin, slowly raising my gaze to his eyes. That easy smile that I loved so much lit up his face. "I can hear those gears turning. If I hadn't come here for the rep meeting I would have called you and prayed that you listened to me. I'm just lucky that I was brave enough to show up at your place after I made an ass of myself. And I'm so glad that you let me in after everything."

"I'm sorry," I said, forcing a grin as I stepped back into my pants and pulled them up my thighs. The layers of cotton helped me feel grounded. "I'm not trying to doubt you. I know that you wouldn't hurt me. It's not like we are in high school. We are both adults, if we want something, we just talk about it."

Hudson glanced away suddenly. "Right, and we do have some things to talk about, to make sure that we are both comfortable, and to clear the air." His eyes flashed down to his watch. "Can we meet up in a couple days? I have physio tomorrow and an online interview the next day, but we can do a maple poutine any time after that. I promise I'll make time for you. I don't want to leave anything unsaid between us."

"Of course," I assured, forcing my shoulders to bob in a shrug. 

"And please, if you can help it, don't go any dates with Tyson," he joked, but his features were strained. 

I nodded my head slowly. "If you're sure about this, then I won't be going on dates with anyone else."

~~~Question of the Day~~~

Which names are overused on wattpad and in real life?