He’d gone from frantic and wild to soft, slow, and sweet. Purposeful. Now, she sat astride him, her ass nestled in the cradle of his legs while hers wrapped around his waist. As he stared into her eyes, not letting her hide though she desperately wanted to, he pulled her down onto his length.
Unable to restrain it, she let out a soft moan as he filled her up inch by inch, making her so full, it bordered on painful. But before she could even seat herself completely, he was already rocking her against him, cupping her bottom in his palms as he focused on bringing out as much pleasure from her body as he could.
It was as if he were trying to fit a year’s worth of sexual experiences between them into one last night.
Or maybe that was just her.
“Kenna,” he breathed, his fingers digging into her flesh. He dropped his mouth to her neck, kissing a line up the length of it before swiping his tongue over her bottom lip.
She opened for him, letting his tongue slide against hers. Tightening her arms around his shoulders, she ran her palms along the tight length of his back, loving the feel of him beneath her. His muscles bunched under her roaming hands, his exhalation coming out in a groan when she scored her nails along his skin.
“Fuck. You’re killin’ me.”
Despite how heavy her heart felt, her lips curved in a smile. For as much as she’d known about Hudson—more than any other soul on earth—she hadn’t known this. How to make him moan and gasp and swear up a storm. She hadn’t known what would make him twitch while inside her, make him break away from her just to squeeze his eyes shut, his neck going taut as he tried to stave off his inevitable pleasure. Just so he could spend a few more minutes inside her.
It felt like a tiny taste of the most delectable dessert right before it got snatched away.
This was only going to make it hurt worse in the end. She knew that. Knew this only prolonged exactly what had to happen. Only tied her mind…her body and soul…to him more than she already was. But she couldn’t say no.
After all, she only had so much willpower, and it was going to take every ounce she had to stand firm in her decision that they couldn’t take this any further than the cabin. That what they had would end here before she went off to school and he went to basic training.
She knew as well as she knew her own name that Hudson thought this would change everything. That he could make her change her mind simply through the power of his body and what it could do to hers. And though there was no denying it was powerful and had the capability to make her lose her damn mind, she couldn’t bend on this. Not when something so important was at stake.
And there wasn’t anything more important to her than Hudson’s safety.
She felt the telltale burn in her eyes, signaling the impending tears, at the same moment Hudson pressed his thumb to her clit. With her head tipped back, she breathed out a half sob disguised as a moan, clutching him closer to her when he tried to pull away.
But Hudson was never one to give up easily.
With one hand still working between them, his thumb rubbing lazy but insistent circles around her, he cupped her head with his other hand and tilted her face down to his.
“Kenna…” he breathed. He kissed away the single tear that’d slipped out of her eye. “Don’t cry. It’ll be okay. We’ll figure out a way.” With his eyes focused on hers, he held her prisoner in his gaze as he brushed his thumb along her cheek. “I’m not gonna lose you.”
“You won’t,” she promised. She could agree on that much, though she knew he meant something completely different than she did.
He didn’t nod. Didn’t tell her he knew, that he believed her. Instead, he put all his focus into wringing every ounce of pleasure from her body. He sped up his hand between them, his other cupping her ass so tightly as he lifted and dropped her along his length at a pace designed to make them both fall into bliss.
The waves crashed through her in a slow, rolling pace, her orgasm washing over her only moments before Hudson clutched her to him. He buried his face in her neck and groaned her name as he emptied his release inside her.
They sat like that for long moments before he lifted her off him, tossed the condom into a nearby wastebasket, then flopped back on the bed and pulled her to his chest. Neither of them said anything as he trailed his fingers up and down the length of her spine and she traced mindless patterns onto his chest and abdomen.
Eventually, Mac fell asleep like that, listening to the lullaby of Hudson’s heartbeat under her ear and attempting to ignore the pain that awaited her when the sun came up.
When Hudson woke again,Kenna wasn’t in his bedroom. He stiffened for a moment, terrified she’d left without a word, until the smell of pancakes wafted through his closed door. He threw off the covers and tugged up a pair of boxer briefs before slipping out of his room and into the kitchen.
Over the years, she’d cooked him breakfast dozens of times, either at her house or his. Because of that, the sight of her doing so shouldn’t have been mesmerizing. But in all the times she’d made him something to eat, she’d never done it wearing his shirt and little else. Nor had she done it while he could remember, in great detail, exactly what she felt like wrapped around his cock.
She must not have heard him come up behind her, because she hadn’t turned around to offer him a greeting. Instead, she stood in front of the griddle, her hair pulled up into a messy thing on top of her head. She balanced on one foot, the other resting against the opposite leg as she flipped pancakes like a professional. Despite his shirt coming down to mid-thigh, and despite the fact that she, no doubt, had panties on beneath it, he’d never seen her in anything sexier.
Unable to help himself, he walked up behind her and wrapped his hands around her waist, laughing against her neck when she yelped.
She jabbed an elbow behind her and into his stomach. “You ass. I could’ve burned myself.”
“But you didn’t,” he murmured, letting his lips rest against her skin as he spoke.
“You’re still an ass,” she said even as a shudder ran through her.
He couldn’t restrain his smile, knowing that her body responded to him even when she was cranky. He also couldn’t stop his hands from slipping under the material of his T-shirt and sliding them up along her stomach until he cupped her breasts, her nipples hard points against his palms.
