Her liquid heat soaked his fingers as he pumped them into her, stretching her to take him. Slowly, he increased his pace, his thumb sneaking up to strum her clit since she’d abandoned it.
Instead, she dug her fingernails into his wrist, her head tilted back against his chest. It was just light enough inside the tent to make out her parted lips, her eyes squeezed shut. Fuck, she was gorgeous, all wanton and needy. For him. For what he could give her.
He propped himself up on his elbow and urged her to twist partially onto her back, just far enough that she was spread out beneath him and he had access to her breasts. With his nose, he inched the cotton up her torso, desperate to feel her rosy peaks against his tongue.
With an impatient huff, she arched against him and whipped her shirt over her head, the move pushing her pussy down hard on his fingers. “Yes. Just like that.”
Their mouths met in a hungry slide of lips and tongue, harsh moans shared in the space between them as he pumped his fingers into her harder, faster. Just as desperate for her to come as she was.
“C’mon, Kenna. Let me feel you,” he said, scraping his teeth lightly down her neck. Over her breasts. He flicked his tongue over one tight peak, then the other. Sucking the bud into his mouth for a deep, long pull. With a pop, he released it, blowing cool air across it. “Soak my fingers so I can slide nice and easy inside this pussy and fuck you so good.”
“Hudson.” She said his name on a sob, her entire body tightening up, her back bowing off the ground before she broke, her body sagging as she pulsed around his fingers.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured, brushing his lips against hers, groaning at the eagerness of her tongue. At how she still rocked her hips against him, driving his fingers deep even as waves from her orgasm continued to squeeze him.
“I want you,” she said through panting breaths. “Inside me.”
Christ if those five words hadn’t been the soundtrack to his fantasies all these years. He’d dreamed of her saying it to him and almost worried that was exactly what this was. But in his dreams, he never thought about shedding his clothes—which he did with impressive speed, along with her panties. Or donning a condom—which he grabbed from his pack and quickly rolled down his shaft. Or making sure the chill wasn’t too much for her—which he ensured as he pulled the sleeping bag up and settled in behind her.
He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “You sure?”
“God, yes,” she said without hesitation, one hand reaching behind to clutch his neck, the other gripping his ass and pulling him close.
He lifted her leg over his again, spreading her wide before gripping his length to run through her wetness. Lowering his cock to her opening, he pushed forward and sank inside. Her heat surrounded him, her walls gripping him like a fist, and he nearly lost his ever-loving mind at the sensation.
“Holyfuck, Kenna.”
He wanted to press pause so he could stop and bask in the moment. In the feel of her wrapped so tight and hot around him. In the way her perfect little ass sat snug to his groin, tucked just right against him, or how her breast fit his hand like it was made for his palm. But there was no pausing this. Not when her welcoming heat called him inside, and he was a slave to it—to her—thrusting hard and fast over and over and over again.
“Hudson.” She dug her fingers into his skin, urging him faster. “Oh my God.”
“You feel like fucking heaven, you know that?” He sank his teeth into her shoulder, needing to mark her. Needing to have a visual reminder of exactly what they’d done. “How have I gone without this for ten years? It’s been too long…too long.”
She whimpered in response, turning her head back to capture his lips with hers as their bodies rocked in unison. Twining his tongue with hers, he snaked his hand down her body until he reached her pussy, then split his fingers on either side of her clit and captured it between them. He played with the pressure and speed, learning a new way of getting her off. Hardening even further inside her with every catch of her breath and every moan that passed her lips.
When she came, her body arched against him, her mouth open under his parted lips as he inhaled her moaned release, he decided if that was all he did the rest of his life, he’d die a happy man.
He wanted to fuckingliveinside this woman. Wanted to spend his days wrapped around her and his nights learning every inch of her. The sunny parts she showed everyone, as well as every shadowy corner she kept to herself. He wanted to know all of it. Wanted to be the onlyone who did.
As he came with a soft groan into her mouth, his cock pulsing deep inside her, he knew the short time he had left in Havenbrook wasn’t enough. Not when she was here—his perfect counterpart. His ideal match.
It would never, ever be enough.
How the hell had Mac ended up here? Lying on the chest of the man who’d been her best friend for more than half her life…then been slotted as the one who’d broken her heart the last time they’d gone down this road.
She’d thought about that before she’d slept with him. Whether or not she was ready for this—if it was in her best interest to get involved with Hudson again.
And while there was a nervous tug in her stomach at the thought of him leaving, the voice she heard over everything—even her own self-doubt—was that of Will and what she’d said about Mac spending the rest of her days being weighed down by a lifetime of regret.
She didn’t want that. God knew living her life with failure resting solidly on her shoulders was hard enough. She didn’t want regret dog-piled on top.
Tucked into Hudson’s side, her head resting in the crook of his arm and her legs tangled with his, she traced random patterns on his bare chest, wondering if it’d be too soon to ask for round two. Because now that she’d stepped foot down this path, there was no going back. And, well…she might as well enjoy the hell out of this ride now that she was on it.
“You’re so quiet. Don’t tell me I fucked the sass out of you,” Hudson said, his lips pressed to the crown of her head.
She breathed out a surprised laugh. “I can’t believe you just said that. You’ve gotten quite a mouth on you since you’ve been away.”
Just thinking about the words he’d whispered in her ear while he’d moved inside her was enough to make her wet all over again.
