Chapter 179

Christina's POV Hudson's lips were everywhere—my neck, my ear, my collarbone. His hands gripped my waist firmly, kissing me as if he were memorizing every inch of my skin. "You've lost weight," he murmured against my cheek. "You need to eat something other than toast and coffee." I opened my mouth to respond, but he captured my lips again, harder this time. My back sank deep into the cushions until I was struggling for air. With one arm, he pulled me up without breaking the kiss. He wasn't drunk. I didn't want to imagine what he'd be like if he were. When I agreed to give us a shot yesterday, I had no idea I'd be flipping some primal switch inside him. "Your mind is wandering," he whispered, teeth grazing my earlobe. In one fluid motion, he lifted me up, one hand under my thigh, the other cradling my nape. His lips never left mine as he carried me upstairs. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. It felt like the ground had vanished beneath me. His grip was tight, pos