“I—” I broke off on a moan when he pressed into me hard, swiveling his hips as he pinned me to the tree.
“Tell me, Kenna.”
The commanding note in his voice didn’t do anything to alleviate the fire he was stoking in my panties—the one I was so certain had been extinguished only moments before. And when he reached up, pinching my hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the words just tumbled right out of my mouth.
“I thought about you and me—at the cabin,” I said, my 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 I couldn’t talk anymore because his thrusts became animalistic, his fingers gripping me so tightly, I was certain I’d have bruises tomorrow, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care because I was coming. Again. In the arms of the only man I’d ever loved with my whole heart. And he was coming right along with me.
He held me close and groaned into my neck as he jerked against me, his breaths sweeping across my overheated skin.
We stood like that for long moments, Hudson’s forehead pressed to my clavicle as we both tried to catch our breath. I ran my short nails over his scalp, down his neck, and across his shoulders, needing to touch him.
I’d have to unhook my ankles from around him at some point, but I didn’t want to. Not yet. And since Hudson didn’t seem any more inclined to let me down than I was to be put down, I stayed wrapped around him, just like that.
Finally, his warm breath puffed against me as he let out a low chuckle. “Pretty sure the last time I came in my pants, it was because of you, too.”
I smiled, my 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 me, his brows lifted. “So, you’d be lyin’?”
“Definitely.”
He flashed his teeth in a smile, and then he pressed his lips to mine, the kiss soft and sweet and slow. Even when his tongue swept into my mouth, it wasn’t hurried. Nothing like the frantic dry-hump we’d just participated in. God, he hadn’t even had to get me naked to make me come harder than I had in recent—or distant—memory.
He ran his hands up and down the length of my thighs, his caresses igniting something in me all over again. That couldn’t be normal. Why couldn’t I seem to get enough of him?
Eventually, he slowed the kiss even more, backing off and pressing two small pecks to my lips before pulling away. “Much as I’d love to keep kissin’ you, things are gettin’ a little uncomfortable down south.”
I couldn’t stop the laugh from bursting forth. And though he scowled at me initially, eventually a smile swept over his mouth.
“I don’t guess you have an extra pair of boxer briefs in that backpack of yours, do you?” he asked, a hopeful note in his voice.
“No, but I’ve got some wet wipes.”
“You,” he said, pressing a kiss to my lips, “are an angel.”
He reached back and unhooked my ankles from the small of his back, then guided my body down the front of him, grimacing as I slid over his fly.
I cringed right along with him, imagining the unpleasantness that awaited in his pants. Being a woman sucked in a lot of ways—periods and menopause and pregnancies, not to mention the host of other bullshit we were forced to endure—but I couldn’t deny we got the better end of the orgasm deal.
Bending down to where my backpack had fallen, I riffled through the contents and handed him the small travel pack when I found it.
“See? An angel,” he said, plucking the package from me and undoing the button on his jeans with a wince.
“I’m just gonna…” I hooked my thumb in the opposite direction, hefting the backpack over my shoulder as I gave him some privacy to take care of his…situation.
It took me only a minute of walking before I realized I was smiling. Just out there, trudging through the forest, completely sated and grinning like a fool. Even knowing what my day was going to entail. That I was going to have to, somehow, figure out how to do my daddy’s job well enough so he could rest and recuperate.
I was grinning because, without warning, hope surged in my chest, fierce and unrelenting. And even though I didn’t want to feel it—hadn’t dared to feel it for so long—I couldn’t deny that it felt right. Somehow, with Hud, it felt right.
Not wanting to get separated from him, I turned around after putting out another flag for Ella and strode back in the direction from which I’d come.
When I was close to where I’d left him, his voice rang out. “It’s fine, sir.”
I furrowed my brow. Who was he talking to? No one came out here except me and Ella, and Ella was at school. And also not a sir. It didn’t take me long to realize the one-sided conversation must’ve been a phone call, which I confirmed a moment later when he came into view, his head bowed as he held his cell to his ear.
