“Not botherin’ to deny it, huh?” he asked, tossing his sweatshirt into the corner where a groggy CB immediately curled up.
Kenna lifted a shoulder. “Kinda pointless, don’t you think?”
Considering he couldseejust how much she loved it as he stripped her of her bottoms, leaving her bare for him, he’d have to agree.
“Tell me the truth, Kenna.” He wrapped his hands around her thighs and tugged her toward his mouth. So close, but he didn’t put either of them out of their misery. Not yet. “How much have you thought about me lickin’ this pussy while I’ve been gone?”
“Hardly at all,” she said too quickly, her voice breathy.
“Liar.” He blew over her clit, making her thighs twitch under his hands. “Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”
I don’t—” She cut off when he ran his nose along the crease where her leg met her torso. “Oh God. Um…”
“How much?” He repeated the move on the other side, his nose caressing her skin, while his mouth actually watered at the thought of tasting her again.
Reaching down, she clutched his head, attempting to direct him where she wanted, though he didn’t budge. On a groan, she said, “All the time, all right? Every damn time. Happy now?”
“Immensely.”
And then with a hum of satisfaction, he settled his mouth over her, licking and sucking every bit of her up until she was a writhing, incoherent mess beneath him. Until she came, his name on her lips while her clit pulsed against his tongue and her walls squeezed his fingers.
“Goddamn, I love how you taste,” he said, licking straight up her center again. “You’ll need to figure out your own breakfast tomorrow, ’cause I’m havin’ your pussy again.”
Kenna breathed out a laugh, her body limp under him even as he rid them both of their remaining clothes. Then, once he’d sheathed his cock, he settled between her spread legs, not taking an ounce of this for granted.
He’d spent a grand total of actual years in a myriad of godforsaken places, dreaming of being with Kenna again like this. And now that he was…now that he was settling between her thighs, her heaven-sent pussy opening up for him and sucking him in like it was the only home he’d ever known…the only home he’d ever need? He’d spend the rest of his days thanking everything in the world that she’d allowed him to be with her in this way again. Had allowed him inside her again—not just her body, but, he hoped, her heart.
They rocked together, their bodies in sync in a way they’d never been before. Throughout their history, they’d had sex, and they’d fucked, but this was something else entirely. He wasn’t even sure he had a name for it. All he knew was he never wanted it to end.
And as she came around him, tugging him into blissful oblivion with her, he vowed to do whatever he needed to make sure she felt the same.
Mac couldn’t think of a better weekend she’d had. She’d been outdoors, soaking in all Mother Nature had to offer and challenging her body, all the while hanging out with her best friend. A best friend who kept handing out orgasms like they were candy.
And there was no question anymore—he was still her best friend. How could he not be with the kind of history they shared? He still understood her like no other, not even Willow. Still supported her like no other. Stillsawher like no other.
So, really, it was no surprise she’d fallen head over heels in love with him. Again. The bastard. And now she had no idea what she was going to do…what would become of them.
Because the fact of the matter was, Hudson was leaving…and soon. She didn’t even know where he was stationed right now, or where he’d be heading on the deployment his commanding officer had called him about, or when that would be happening.
The thought of him in a foreign country, taking on enemy fire, made her so nauseated, she worried she might actually throw up the breakfast Hudson had made for them—and, no, it hadn’t been her.
“I had fun with you this weekend.” Hudson hooked an arm around her neck, tugging her into his side to plant a kiss against her temple.
“Me too.” She looked up at him, hand resting against his stomach as she managed a smile, even though her insides were in knots.
He took the opportunity to press his lips against hers. And just like every other instance, it took no time for him to have her face cupped in his hands, his tongue invading her mouth, and his body flush against hers. She both loved and hated how he seemed to get hard the second he was in her vicinity.
How was she supposed to get anything done other than, well,himwhen he was so obviously as starved for her as she was him?
CB—living up to her name—started barking at their feet, and Mac pulled away with a laugh, Hudson with a groan. He rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes, blowing out a frustrated breath.
“Tell me her name doesn’t fit,” he said, his voice full of gravel.
She laughed, continuing on the path once Hudson released her. “No argument from me.”
He reached down to scoop up CB, irritation written all over his face. “I can drop you at the shelter anytime, you know.”
But Mac could see it was all an act in the way he nuzzled CB even though she smelled like a dumpster. In the way he continued holding her as they hiked down, conscientious of the dog’s little legs and how much work she’d already done out here before they’d found her.
