Chapter 238

Christina's POV Hudson's hands tore at my blouse, the fragile buttons popping off under his aggressive touch. My breasts spilled free, exposed to his hungry gaze. "Hudson!" I protested, half-embarrassed, half-annoyed. "I still need to go out wearing this." He pinned my arms down. "Don't worry," he murmured, his voice rough. "I'll be somewhat restrained tonight." I opened my mouth to argue that he probably couldn't even spell 'restraint'. Before I could voice my thoughts, Hudson's mouth crashed down on mine. His kiss was demanding, almost desperate, making me gasp for air as his tongue invaded, exploring every corner, drinking in my essence. I pushed against his chest, but might as well have tried moving a mountain. His hair was disheveled, all traces of the composed Alpha completely gone. In seconds, my underwear joined my blouse on the floor. Hudson's hands roamed everywhere, setting my skin on fire with each touch. Lately, whenever I’m alone with Hudson, we always end up in bed. I cr