This wasHudson. Her best friend and the only boy she’d ever loved. She’d stand in front of him naked for twenty days straight if he promised to keep looking at her exactly how he was.
“You’re so gorgeous, Kenna.”
She didn’t know what to say, so she didn’t say anything at all. She’d never before considered herself gorgeous. Cute, sure. But gorgeous? That was reserved for someone like her eldest sister, Rory, with her sundresses and her perfectly done hair and nails. But, Mac? When her favorite thing to wear was a baseball hat, cutoffs, and one of Hudson’s old T-shirts? Hardly.
Except…Hudson was staring at her like she was. Like she was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen.
He untied the knot between her breasts before tossing her swimsuit top to the side. With aching slowness, he undid the button of her cutoffs, then slid down the zipper, giving the denim a little push over her hips until they fell to a puddle at her feet. Her swimsuit bottoms were no longer wet from the lake but from something else entirely. He’d gotten her so worked up, she’d nearly soaked through the material, and her cheeks bloomed with heat. All he had to do to find out just how much he’d affected her was run a finger over her.
But when he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her hip bone, then along the line of her bottoms, it wasn’t his fingers she was worried about anymore.
They’d done this before, exactly once—same as everything else. And while it’d felt damn good to have his mouth on her—however brief it had been—she hadn’t been able to get out of her head long enough to actually enjoy it, too worried about how she’d looked, how she’d tasted, how she’d smelled.
“Hud…”
He lifted his eyes to hers, and every single uncertainty she had floated away. The look in his eyes spoke volumes—he was ravenous for her. And who was she to deprive him?
Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he gripped the sides of her bottoms but didn’t pull them down. Instead, he nudged the front of the material with his lips, brushing a kiss against where she ached for him.
She gasped, her hand flying to the back of his head to steady herself. It was a wonder she wasn’t in a puddle on the floor just like her shorts.
And her bottoms.
Hudson whipped them down her legs so fast, she nearly stumbled, but he caught her with a tight arm around her upper thighs. And then she was going down anyway. He laid her on the bed, yanked her ass to the edge of the mattress, and spread her wide for him.
Sweet Lord, she didn’t want to look at him, didn’t want to see the hunger in his eyes, too afraid of what she was showing in her own. But she couldn’t look away either.
She watched, wide-eyed, as he leaned forward, brushing his lips against her inner thigh before licking a path straight up the center of her. Moaning low in her throat, she dropped back on her elbows, making sure to keep Hudson in her line of sight. There was no freaking way she could look away from the piercing determination in his eyes. She’d never seen anything hotter than the sight of him in that moment, the bottom half of his face obscured between her spread legs, his eyes boring straight into hers as he licked her over and over.
From below, he wrapped his arms around her thighs, his fingers digging into the outer flesh, as if he were attempting to hold himself together through only that touch on her skin. He caressed her with his lips and tongue, eventually adding his fingers in what was obviously an effort to make her lose her mind. And she did, too. She rocked against his hand and mouth as two of his fingers settled deep inside her and his tongue focused solely on her clit. She’d just come in the other room, but that didn’t stop her orgasm from crashing over her, the waves of pleasure rolling through her body as she moaned his name.
Holy shit, had anything ever felt this good? There was no freaking way. She was blissed out of her mind, high on not one buttwoorgasms, and if he’d give her just a minute, she’d return the favor. She just needed to catch her breath and—
The wiry hairs of his legs brushed against her spread thighs as he moved to stand between them. He was already naked, already rolling a condom down—where the hell had he gotten that?—his substantial length, his eyes filled with pure, unadulterated need.
“Wait,” she said, reaching for him, “I wanted to—”
He gave a sharp shake of his head. “Next time. As it is, I’ll be lucky if I last two minutes. If you had your mouth on my cock?” He breathed out a laugh, his gaze focused where he ran the tip of his erection through her center, making her gasp at the contact.
Gripping himself in one hand and her hip in the other, he teased them both before slipping down and pressing inside her. Mac’s breath caught in her throat as he pushed forward, easing his length into her. GoodLord, it hadn’t felt likethisthe last time they’d done it.
Hudson’s mouth hung open, his eyes pinging back and forth between her eyes and where he was sliding into her. He took his time, even though he could’ve slid home immediately because of how wet she was. Instead, he crept forward, letting her feel every single thick inch of him as he settled deep inside her. And when he was—when he was as deep as he could get, his hips pressed against her inner thighs—he finally exhaled on a shudder.
“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good.”
She wanted to voice her agreement, wanted to saysomething, but nothing came out. Nothing but moans and gasps. He felt good—so good—but he was too far away. As much as she loved watching him, the sun against his back outlining him in bright light like some kind of sex angel, she wanted him closer. Needed to feel his skin pressed against hers as he rocked inside her.
“C’mere.” She beckoned him closer with her arms outstretched, and he came, dropping down to rest his forearms on either side of her head.
“Kenna—” He broke off on a moan when she lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist, causing him to slide even deeper. Every muscle in his body locked tight, his jaw clenched, as he obviously attempted to hang on to some thread of control. “I can’t… I’m not gonna last.”
Reaching up, she brushed his hair back from his face, then wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. She slid her tongue between his lips and felt him relax into the kiss though his cock still throbbed inside her.
“So, don’t,” she said against his mouth. “You already made me come twice. This is all for you.”
He groaned and dropped his head to her neck as he pulled his hips back and snapped them forward, taking up a fast, punishing rhythm as he panted against her.
She clung to Hudson, reveling in the fact that she’d done this to him. Had made him so crazy with want he couldn’t control himself anymore. She didn’t need an hour of fucking where she came another four times—as if that’d ever happen. She didn’t need perfection because that had never been them. She neededhim. Raw and wild and completely uncensored.
