Chapter 215

Christina's POV Hudson smiled, wide and unrepentant. "You offered. Don't back out now." "Fine," I snapped. His smirk grew wider as I slid my hand lower. The muscles in his abdomen clenched beneath my fingers, defined and hard. His breath caught, shallow and uneven, like he hadn't expected me to follow through. I paused at his waistband, looking up once more, waiting for any hesitation. There wasn't any. Slowly, I slipped my hand under the band and touched him. He jerked immediately, his hips twitching in reflex. My fingers circled, light and teasing. His jaw tightened, and the sound he made, half groan and half growl, vibrated low in his chest. His fingers gripped the sheets beside us. "You're taking your sweet time," I muttered. "It's not a race," he replied, his voice thick and ragged. I kept my pressure steady, adjusting my grip slightly as I moved. His breathing grew louder, his hips shifting against the mattress, following my rhythm. The tension built fast, I could feel it in how