“Youdidbring an awful lot of those. Plannin’ to get lucky on this trip, were you?”
Humming, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to her neck. “Not so much plannin’ as prayin’ to every deity in the world you’d let me between those gorgeous thighs.” He scraped his teeth along her skin then laved it with his tongue, sending a shudder through her. “Just so I could get a feel of heaven again.”
Oh. My. Word. The Hudson she’d been with so long ago had been amazing—kind and caring and generous and gentle. But this Hudson? With his dirty, uncensored mouth and his rough, demanding hands setting her entire body on edge, making it feel like she was balancing on the precipice of a near-constant orgasm—not that she minded. Well, he was something else entirely.
“And yet you’ve only done it once.” She tilted her head to allow him more access. “You waitin’ on something? An invitation, maybe?”
With a growl, he lifted her up with a hand around her waist and another tucked between her legs, only the thin cotton of his pajama pants between them as he rubbed his fingers against her clit and walked them toward the tent. “You sure you want to play this game? Get me all worked up, and you might be too sore to hike up to that summit after all.”
That was a gamble she was willing to take.
“Are you gonna do this all day?” Kenna asked against Hudson’s lips. “Because I’m not sure we’re gonna make it before sunset.”
So he’d been stopping her every five minutes to push her up against a tree and kiss the living hell out of her… So what? It wasn’t as if she weren’t enjoying it. Her smiling eyes and the hungry way she kissed him back told him as much.
“If you’d stop shakin’ your ass in my face as you climb, I wouldn’t have to.”
She huffed out a laugh. “Apparently in Hudsonland, hikin’ is ‘shakin’ my ass,’ huh?”
“Yes,” he growled. “And it’s drivin’ me fucking crazy.”
“Do you want me to stop?” she asked, batting her eyelashes, all faux innocence. His Kenna didn’t have an innocent bone in her beautiful body.
“Fuck no.” And with that, he lowered his head to hers, taking her mouth in another heated kiss. Christ, it was like being seventeen again—although, even at seventeen, he hadn’t been this hungry and wild with anyone, because he hadn’t been able to do this withher.
By the time they came up for air, they were both panting hard, and his cock was pressing insistently against his zipper, aching to be released.
“That reminds me,” she said, still trying to catch her breath.
“What?”
“You never told me when we said fuck for the first time. Because I don’t remember this at all, and I think you’re lyin’.”
“That’swhat me kissin’ you within an inch of your life reminded you of? Not of earlier when you were ridin’ my cock while kissin’ me the same way?”
“Sucha dirty boy.” She shook her head, but the breathless quality of her voice negated any berating she might’ve intended.
“C’mon.” He pressed a kiss to her nose before grabbing her hand and tugging her behind him. “If we don’t start movin’, I’m gonna fuck you against that tree.”
“You’ve said that at literally every other tree we’ve stopped at.”
“And I’ve meant it at every other tree we’ve stopped at.”
She hummed. “I expected more self-control from an army captain.”
“Oh, I’ve got all the self-control in the world when I’m on the job. Around you? Nada.” He tugged her into him and planted a kiss on her lips. “Complainin’, Ms. Haven?”
“No. Just, you know, observin’.”
Unabashedly, he placed a hand on her ass and pressed her into his never-ending erection. “I’ve got something much better for you to observe.”
Without restraint, she tossed her head back and laughed, the sound shooting straight up into the cloudless November sky. When she finally quieted moments later, she was wiping tears from her eyes. “You are seriously like a fourteen-year-old boy. What’s gotten into you?”
“You bring it out in me, I guess. Can’t say I mind.” He squeezed her hand, earnestness replacing his joking. “I’ve missed seein’ this part of you.”
Her smile slipped away slowly, and she tucked her lower lip between her teeth as her eyes tracked over his face. “Yeah,” she finally said. “Me too.”
He pressed a kiss to her forehead, then led them up the path toward the higher summit they’d be camping at tonight. CB—yes, the name had stuck—was being a trooper, trotting along beside them and sticking tight to Hudson’s side.
