One minute, they were staring at each other in challenge, and the next, he wrapped his hand around her neck, tugged her toward him, and pressed his lips to hers.
Hudson had no fucking idea why he’d decided to finally kiss Kenna. Absolutely none. It was a gamble he’d been talking himself out of for years. It had always been tomorrow or next week or some other time. But he’d run out of tomorrows with her. He was leaving to do God knew what in God knew where, and the future wasn’t a guarantee. That sort of had a way of changing his perspective.
When it came right down to it, he simply hadn’t been able to hold back anymore. And from the way Kenna was returning his kiss, her hands tangled in his hair, she’d been doing some holding back of her own.
Before he could even contemplate what that meant, she clutched his shoulders for leverage, threw her leg across to straddle him, and planted herself right in his lap. Settled directly over the hard-as-steel bulge in his swim trunks that he could hide about as easily as one could hide the Statue of Liberty.
“Hud,” she breathed, her head tipped to the side like an offering for him. One he readily accepted.
“Yeah.” He trailed kisses down the length of her neck, kissing every one of the freckles he knew by heart. God, he’d wanted this for so long. So fucking long. Ever since he could remember, it’d been only Kenna for him. And it’d been hard as hell to go about dating as if she weren’t the sole woman he craved. Heloved.
And suffering through seeing her with other guys?
He growled low in his throat at the thought, and she whimpered in response, pressing harder against him. He’d thought he knew her inside and out, but he realized now there was an entire part of her he was desperate to become acquainted with. He wanted to know each one of her sounds and what they meant. What made her arch against him. What made her grind down on him. What made her moan. He wanted them all.
“Hud, what’re we doin’?” she asked, breathless.
“If you’re wonderin’ that, I really need to step up my game.” His lips swept along her neck with every word, and she shuddered in response.
The tips of her breasts were tight and puckered, brushing against his bare chest through the thin material of her bathing suit top. She breathed out a laugh that turned into a moan when he sucked the sensitive skin just below her ear. “You step it up any more, and I’ll combust right here on your lap.”
The thought of her coming because of him was almost too much. He throbbed in his swim trunks, his dick begging to be let out.
He kissed a path back to her mouth, then sucked her bottom lip between his. “That’s kinda the idea.”
As if she loved the thought as much as he did, she tightened her arms around him and kissed him deep, her tongue slipping between his lips. Their groans mingled between them, the only sound other than the soft lapping of the water against the boat. The fact that they were tucked away in their alcove with no witnesses didn’t help Hudson’s willpower. He wanted to peel her swimsuit from her skin. Wanted to see her out here in the sunlight, her eyes clenched shut tight and head tossed back as she rode him to orgasm. Even better if she was naked while doing it.
It’d been too damn long since he’d felt her around him. And it’d been too damn short when it’d happened. It’d been only once—and as a first for them both, it’d been about as short as a commercial break—but it’d stuck in his mind for two years. Had rooted itself there as a reminder of what he could have, if only he tried. It’d been amazing then, and he’d known it. Knew, also, that it wasn’t just because it’d been his first time, but because it’d been withher.
How much different would it be now? Knowing there was no purpose to it other than because they wanted to.Neededto.
And, Christ, did he need.
He dropped his hands to her ass and urged her forward, guiding the subtle rocking motion she was making with her hips. As soon as he put that pressure against her, driving her clit straight against him, she moaned long and deep into his mouth.
“Feel good?” His voice was so gravelly, he barely recognized it as his own.
She answered with another moan, this time pressing her forehead against his, her arms holding him tighter to her. Her eyes were clenched shut tight, her lips parted, her cheeks bright and flushed. He ached to make her come just like this. Ached to watch her fall apart in his arms.
“Tell me what you need, Kenna.”
Her eyes snapped open, her gaze locked with his. “I… I…” She bit her lip, her hips still rocking against him. She unwrapped her arms from his shoulders, reached back to grasp his wrists, and brought his hands around to her front.
And then she pressed them right against her breasts.
“You want my hands on you?” He said it more to himself than to her, a note of disbelief in his voice. Jesus, was this really happening? After so long of only having her like this in his dreams and fantasies, he was getting her. He wasfinallygetting her.
And then he was leaving.
Shit. He couldn’t have sex with her without first telling her what the future held for them. Hell, he shouldn’t even have let it get this far. And he was a little ashamed of himself that he had.
Kenna rocked harder against him, her moans deepening any time he exerted pressure on her breasts.
No, he shouldn’t have let it get this far before telling her, but he wasn’t going to leave her panting. He’d make sure she was taken care of, and then he’d stop them before anything more could happen. He’d tell her first.
With the sole goal of getting her off, he put everything he had into kissing her, knowing this might be the last time she allowed it. He had no idea what would happen after he told her everything, but he wasn’t going to take this for granted. He memorized the taste of her, the feel of her against him, the fit of her breasts in his palms, the tight pucker of her nipples against his fingertips.
He moved one hand back to her ass to guide her harder against him, letting her use the head of his dick to get her exactly where she needed to go. All the while maintaining as much control as he could. He was minutes away from coming in his trunks, but he wouldn’t allow himself that pleasure. This needed to be only for Kenna.
