Small Town Girl Read Free Page B

waiting to hear my silly
secret.
    “I had the biggest crush on you when I
was younger,” I said. I closed my eyes, scrunched my face and inwardly cringed.
I couldn’t believe I’d just admitted that to him. I figured any second now he
was going to look at me like I was some silly fan girl and tell me to get the
hell out of his hotel room.
    “You did?” he asked with one eyebrow
raised.
    “Yeah, like I had a poster of you on the
back of my door that I’d kiss goodnight every night,” I said with a wince. I
crossed my fingers that maybe he’d think it was more endearing than creepy.
    “That’s sweet,” he said, the corners of
his mouth curled up. “I’m really flattered. Let me guess? The poster was me with a leather jacket and gelled hair. I’m leaning
against a tree with my leg kicked up behind me.”
    “That’s the one!” I exclaimed. “How did
you know?”
    “That was the biggest seller,” he said.
    “I ordered it from the back of a Tiger
Beat,” I admitted. “Ten bucks plus shipping.”
    He laughed and locked his hazel eyes into
mine for a moment. He hadn’t asked me to leave, so I had that going for me.
    “I never thought I’d actually meet you,”
I said. “And I don’t want you to think I expect anything to happen. You know,
since we’re in your hotel room.”
    Now the word vomit was happening. I
couldn’t stop.
    “I hope you don’t think I’m throwing
myself at you,” I continued. “I’m not like that. I just wanted to meet you.”
    He studied my face intently while I
rambled on, making excuses for my brazen behavior that evening.
    “I don’t have any expectations,” I
blathered on.
    “Brynn,” he interrupted me. “Stop.”
    I zipped my lips, not knowing where he
was going with that.
    He reached his hand up and cupped the
side of my face as if I were some sweet, naïve girl that he felt sorry for. He
cocked his head to the side and suddenly I found his lips mere inches from
mine. A second later, he leaned in even closer and pressed his mouth onto mine.
    My heart skipped a beat and lightheadedness
fell over me. For the past seven years, Luke was the only guy I’d ever
fantasized about kissing. But in that moment, Luke was the farthest thing from
my mind.
    Hudson’s breath tasted like cinnamon, and
I could smell some sort of musky cologne permeating off his warm skin. I’d
never smelled anything like it before, and it was a big departure from the
laughably outdated Cool Water Luke insisted on wearing every single day.
    I attempted to relax my body as our
mouths moved in tandem. At first I was afraid to touch him, as if he was some
high prized, top shelf merchandise that I wasn’t allowed to touch, but soon I
threw caution to the wind. I slipped my arms underneath his and leaned my body
into his.
    His mouth began working its way lower, to
my neck, and his five o’clock shadow tickled against my soft skin, driving
small prickles and goose bumps from my flesh.
    I tossed my head back, my long, dark hair
spilling down my back, and he slipped his hands underneath my top. His soft
hands worked their way underneath my bra and within seconds he was working it
off. He pulled my top off me and leaned down to place one pert nipple in his
hot mouth, gently sucking and caressing it until I could barely feel anything
anymore.
    As he toyed and teased, a rush of warmth came
over me and the room began to spin. Was this really happening? Was I really
about to give myself to this famous person like some groupie? I was sure he’d
been with a million women. I’d only ever loved one man before. And I was still
technically in love with that man.
    I tried to shut off my thoughts, but they
kept coming, one after another. Soon the moment was becoming more and more
ruined, at least for me. Hudson was in the throes of passion while I was trying
to convince myself I could continue to go through with this.
    “Are you okay?” he asked as he stopped
and sat up. “I feel like you’re not into this