“I don’t believe ‘fuck’ is a new word in my vocabulary. In fact, I know it’s not, because I remember exactly when we both said it for the first time.”
“You do not.”
“I do,” he said, his tone confident.
She leaned up on her elbow, acutely aware of the fact that Hudson now had an unencumbered view of her breasts—one which he took full advantage of. “Oh yeah? Tell me, then.”
“In a minute. Let me have a chat with my ladies first.”
By have a chat, he meant pepper kisses all over her breasts before sucking on her nipples. Just when her laughter was turning into moans, he pulled back, bending his arm and tucking it under his head, staring up at her with pure male appreciation.
Amusement dancing in his eyes, he smirked up at her. “Sorry ’bout that. Where were we?”
“Oh, you mean before you turned into a clit-tease?”
He feigned shock, his eyes wide as he stared up at her. “AndI’mthe one with the mouth? Mackenna Haven, you should be—”
“If you say ashamed of myself, I’m gonna clock you.”
Reaching up, he cupped her neck and pulled her toward him until the tips of her breasts swept across his bare chest and their lips brushed as he spoke. “You should bewhisperin’ all those naughty things in my ear while I’m inside you.”
He closed the last bit of distance between them and brought their mouths together, groaning as his tongue slid against hers. Or maybe that was her. She couldn’t tell anymore, their sounds mingling in the space between them, no one around to muffle them for.
Not breaking their kiss, she swung her leg over him, settling across his lap. Directly on top of his erection. They both moaned at the contact, and she didn’t even try to hide her desperation at needing to extinguish this fire he’d lit inside her. She rocked over him, gasping into his mouth when the head of his cock nudged her clit.
He’d been inside her not even an hour prior, and already, she wanted him again. Now that she’d opened Pandora’s box, she feared she wouldn’t evernotwant him.
“Need you again,” he rasped into her neck, his fingers digging into her ass and guiding her movements. Pressing her harder against him until she nearly came from that alone.
“Yes.” No hesitation from her. Not anymore. She’d gone down that path of wondering and fighting and ignoring what was between them. And she was done.
For however long Hudson had left in Havenbrook, she was all in.
One of his hands left her ass, and then he was fumbling toward his pack. The zipper didn’t work at first, which had him swearing up a storm, proving he could use cuss words in quite an imaginative way.
As she was hiding her laughter in his neck, he finally got the zipper to work and pulled out a strip of condoms, but the backpack tipped over as he did so, landing right on their furry friend.
Who, of course, jerked awake, thinking it was time to play. The dog trotted over, tail wagging, nose cold as she pressed it to their faces, then greeted them with dog kisses.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” Hudson groaned, giving up his quest for the condoms and dropping his arm to the ground, doing nothing to push off the overly exuberant ball of fluff currently taking up residence on his chest.
Mac sat up, giving the dog more room. But that also gave her and Hudsonlessroom as she pressed harder on his erection, the solid thickness of him settling between her legs like they were made to fit together. The sleeping bag pooled at her waist, and for the first time since yesterday afternoon, she wasn’t worried about the chill. They’d heated up the tent plenty enough to keep her warm. And if they hadn’t, the look he shot her would’ve done it.
“So, you’re just openly tryin’ to kill me then, huh?” he asked, his voice gritty and rough.
Mac tipped her head back, laughing, and Hudson groaned, reaching down to grip her waist and hold her down at the same time he lifted his hips. It would’ve made her hot as hell and desperate to get him inside her, if not for the tiny dog sitting on his chest, tail wagging nonstop as she planted puppy kisses all over his face.
Twisting around, she grabbed Hudson’s shirt from yesterday and tugged it on, then stood, acutely aware her ass was hanging out in plain sight for him to ogle all he wanted.
“Do that again,” he said. “Slower this time.”
She shot him the finger as she hopped her way into the pajama pants he no longer had use for. “I’m takin’ your dog out to do her business. You should be nice to me.”
“Mydog? Since when is she—” He cut off his words midsentence as the dog continued lapping at his face. Picking her up off his chest and holding her at arm’s length above him, he shot her a scowl. “No,” he said sternly. “Quit tryin’ to French kiss me, CB.”
“CB?” Mac asked, slipping her feet into her hiking boots. “See? You’ve already named her.”
“Anickname.”
