There was no denying the heat that still crackled between them. They were hot and hungry, hands grasping and pulling. Tugging and cupping and squeezing, and she was barely sane enough to quiet the whisper in her mind that begged her to strip right there in the middle of the woods and take him deep inside her. Let him love her like that, even if he hadn’t loved her enough to stay.
“Kenna,” he breathed, his mouth trailing over her jaw and down her neck. He cupped her breasts in both palms, lifting and squeezing, his thumbs plucking her nipples and sending jolts of electricity straight to her clit.
Lord almighty, she was needy for him. Needy and wet and absolutely aching to feel him filling her up. Feel his hands inside her panties, his fingers separating her, his tongue licking straight up her center.
“Hud,” she panted in response, her fingers thrust through his short hair, his hat long gone on the forest floor.
Needing to get closer, desperate to relieve the incessant throb in her center, she hooked her leg around his hip, and he groaned into her neck. And then suddenly, she was in the air, her feet off the ground as both his hands gripped just below her ass.
“Need to feel you…” he rasped into her neck.
She certainly wasn’t going to disagree, desperate to feel him too. Wrapping her legs around him, she tugged him closer, groaning into his mouth when the hard, thick ridge of his cock pressed up against her.
And then, without thought, she began to rock. Her hips started up a rhythm all on their own, a rough slide that had him groaning her name and dropping his forehead to her shoulder as he grasped her thighs.
“Christ, do you know how many times I’ve thought about this?” His voice was thick and rough and so damn needy she could hardly breathe. “How many times I imagined you ridin’ my cock just like this? Rubbin’ that hot little pussy all over me?” He guided her harder against him, pinning her to the tree trunk as he swiveled his hips into the cradle of her thighs. “Except when I think about it, there aren’t any goddamn clothes between us. Nothing stoppin’ me from lickin’ up all your sweetness. Nothing gettin’ in the way of you soakin’ my dick.”
She choked out a sob, her eyes squeezing shut as the orgasm slammed into her without warning, his words, along with the incessant rocking of his cock against her, igniting the flame inside her and turning her body into an inferno.
Unable to do anything but pant through her release, she clung to Hudson as he kept up the rhythm, using his hands to move her just like he wanted. Prolonging her pleasure…as well as increasing his torture, if the rough groans coming from his chest were any indication.
When she finally felt like she could catch her breath and had safely settled back into her body after her orgasm blew her straight into the clouds, she held him tighter, clutching his head to her chest. She pressed her mouth against his ear, brushing her bottom lip along the shell and delighting in the groan that sounded as if it were ripped from his chest. Delighting in the way his fingers dug into the flesh of her ass even harder. In the way he rocked her faster and faster against him.
In that moment, their history didn’t matter. Her heart didn’t ache for the man who’d gone missing from her life, because he was there now. He was there with her, pressed as close as they could get without him being inside her, and she wanted to live in that moment with him forever. Wanted to leave everything else—all the baggage they had—behind and just revel in this.
“I thought about it too, you know,” she said, locking her ankles at the small of his back, pressing him tighter to the seam of her jeans. The friction against her sensitive clit was enough to make her gasp, her eyes fluttering when he didn’t let up, instead exploiting her newfound weakness.
“Tell me,” he demanded, his voice ragged with need.
“I—” She broke off on a moan when he pressed into her hard, swiveling his hips as he pinned her to the tree.
“Tell me, Kenna.”
The commanding note in his voice didn’t do anything to alleviate the fire he was stoking in her panties—the one she was so certain had been extinguished only moments before. And when he reached up, pinching her hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the words just tumbled right out of her mouth.
“I thought about you and me—at the cabin,” she said, her words shooting out between panting breaths. “Replayed everything we did that weekend. When you sucked on my nipples. When you licked my clit. When you were inside me.”
“Christ.”
And then she couldn’t talk anymore because his thrusts became animalistic, his fingers gripping her so tightly, she was certain she’d have bruises tomorrow, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care because she was coming. Again. In the arms of the only man she’d ever loved with her whole heart. And he was coming right along with her.
He held her close and groaned into her neck as he jerked against her, his breaths sweeping across her overheated skin.
They stood like that for long moments, Hudson’s forehead pressed to her clavicle as they both tried to catch their breath. She ran her short nails over his scalp, down his neck, and across his shoulders, needing to touch him. She’d have to unhook her ankles from around him at some point, but she didn’t want to. Not yet. And since Hudson didn’t seem any more inclined to let her down than she was to be put down, she stayed wrapped around him, just like that.
Finally, his warm breath puffed against her as he let out a low chuckle. “Pretty sure the last time I came in my pants, it was because of you, too.”
She smiled, her cheek lifting against the top of his head. “I’d say I’m sorry, but you just made me come twice, so…”
He lifted his head and pulled back to look at her, his brows lifted. “So, you’d be lyin’?”
“Definitely.”
His white teeth flashed in a smile, and then he pressed his lips to hers, the kiss soft and sweet and slow. Even when his tongue swept into her mouth, it wasn’t hurried. Nothing like the frantic dry-hump they’d just participated in. God, he hadn’t even had to get her naked to make her come harder than she had in recent—or distant—memory.
He ran his hands up and down the length of her thighs, his caresses igniting something in her all over again. That couldn’t be normal. Why couldn’t she seem to get enough of him?
Eventually, he slowed the kiss even more, backing off and pressing two small pecks to her lips before pulling away. “Much as I’d love to keep kissin’ you, things are gettin’ a little uncomfortable down south.”
