Chase Hudson Kissing Novels & Stories

he whispered. Quinton kissed him then. Not gentle. Not cruel. A claiming kiss, deep and consuming, like he’d been starving for this exact taste for a lifetime. Hudson made a broken, helpless sound into Quinton’s mouth, fingers curling desperately into the Alpha’s shirt as Quinton held him there—strong arms locking around him, lifting just enough to steal his balance. Hudson gasped, breath shuddering, the fight draining out of him in waves. “Quinton—” The name fell apart on his tongue.

Her breath caught, and she turned her head slightly to meet his lips with her own. The kiss started out tender, slow, almost like they were testing the waters. But then, something shifted. A spark ignited between them, and the kiss deepened. Daniel’s hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Tasha responded eagerly, her hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under her fingertips. The rhythm of their kiss grew more insistent, more urgent.

As soon as I open to him and our tongues meet, I’m a damn goner. For someone who doesn’t make a habit of kissing, he’s fucking great at it. His mouth is hot and wet, our tongues tangling, fighting for dominance as we devour one another and finally give in to all that pent-up, chaotic want. My hands are in his hair, his shove their way up under my shirt, covering my breasts and squeezing so hard that my mouth leaves his as my head falls back on a gasp. “These fucking tits,” Chase murmurs as he kisses down my jawline, lips sucking against my neck. Hard. That’s going to leave a mark. “Need to see them,” he growls, teeth nipping at the tender skin of my throat.

she said softly. “Well, I’m glad you’re here now,” he said in a low tone. His head came down and he captured her lips. The kiss was light, but it still gave her palpitations. She was kissing Trevor Hudson, the man she had admired and swooned over from afar. He tightened his hold on her as the kiss intensified. She hadn’t been kissed since she was nineteen. It was good then, but it was fantastic now.

"You're my first love and you'll be the last." Tears fell from Jennifer's eyes as she kissed Hudson. Their lips locked in a passionate kiss and their worries faded in the background. Hudson was on top, and in a flurry of movement, he pulled down the shoulder strap of her gown without breaking the kiss. Still on the kiss, they switched sides, Jennifer now on top. She sat straight on him and completely took off the gown, leaving only her pant on. Then she returned to the kiss, Hudson's hand on her waist.

For tracking the arson and the lies. Her gaze was flat, filled with a clinical gratitude that held no warmth, no wifely devotion. A wave of feral anger surged through Hudson. He unbuckled his seatbelt, lunging across the center console to seize her chin. He crushed his lips against hers in a kiss that was less an embrace and more a claim.

The tip of the ears of that usually arrogant man suddenly turned red. Lara naturally slipped her arm through his and smiled sweetly. The crowd immediately began to cheer. “Come on, the mood is perfect now! Why don’t you two kiss?” Hudson froze for a moment, and Lara quickly tried to smooth things over. “Let’s not take things too far. Hudson here is a little shy–” Before she could finish speaking, Hudson suddenly cupped her face and lowered his head, giving her a deep, affectionate kiss. It was brief—just a touch before they parted.

He said, kissing her on the neck. She whimpered, tightening her grip on his wrist. He grabbed her ass, tilting her hips towards his mouth as his tongue brushed against my soaked opening. "Oh my…" She cried in delight as he kissed and feasted on her wet opening, bringing her ever closer to orgasm. "I love the way you purr. " Hudson chuckled, pleased with himself. Her cheeks flushed red, still she couldn't help chanting, "Oh yes!" as he quickened his pace. Her entire body tense up as her release surfaced.

The elevator doors slid open with a quiet ding. Ava stepped out, coffee in hand, telling herself to breathe normal. Just another day at Blackwood Enterprises. Just work. Just Damon. But her chest still ached from the kiss. The way his mouth had felt—controlled but desperate—the way his hand had lingered on her face like he wasn’t ready to let go. She hated how much it haunted her. The bullpen was quiet, only a few assistants already at their desks. She glanced toward Damon’s office, not expecting him yet—he usually didn’t arrive until a little later, after his morning workouts.

Hudson asked making let out a slight as she looked down. " Do I have something to say to you?" She asked. " Of course " " Ok. I... I...erm... damn it, how will I say this?" She cursed biting her lower lips. "I..." Hudson slowly raised her head up, staring intently at her. " You what?" He asked. " I...lo..." He placed his index finger on her lips and pulled her closer. " I know, you love me" He said and claimed her lips in another kiss...