“Yeah.”
“What’s…um… What’s happenin’ right now?”
His knees shuffled along the sleeping bag as he neared my corner. With steady hands, he unlaced my boots and slipped them off, then reached up and unzipped my jacket. “We’re gonna get you warm, that’s what’s happenin’.”
“I’m ok-k-kay.”
“All right then, how about you do it for me? Pretty sure my balls have shriveled up while I’ve been out here.”
The last thing I needed to be thinking about as he was stripping me was his balls.
Blindly, I reached out, my fingers brushing his bare shoulder, and I yanked my hand back as if burned.
“Are you naked?” I hissed.
He snorted. “Don’t sound so scandalized. It’s not like you haven’t seen it before.”
“Hudson Matthew Miller…”
He chuckled low under his breath, his hands still working to get me out of my many, many,manylayers. “All my bits are covered, promise.”
A sudden, overwhelming wave of disappointment shot through me, and I could only shake my head at myself. I’d like to say I was surprised by that, but that’d be the furthest thing from the truth. I might’ve done a good job lying to myself—had even put up a good fight—but I’d been lusting after Hudson since the second he’d walked back into Havenbrook. And being around him…getting to know him all over again? That only made matters worse.
Now we were about to share a sleeping bag with only a couple layers of clothing separating our bodies. I had firsthand experience just how little a couple layers of clothing mattered between us. Memories of what we’d done against the tree the other day swarmed my mind, and I felt myself getting hot despite the freezing temps.
A sudden gust of wind rocked the tent, sending a shiver through me. Or maybe that was the daydream of what Hudson had done to me with my legs wrapped tight around his pumping hips…
Regardless, I no longer cared how little clothing we’d have on or that I’d be pressed up against him all night in my underwear. I just needed to be surrounded by his heat, and I needed it quickly.
Brushing his hands away, I rid myself of the rest of my clothes, save for a thin, long-sleeved T-shirt and my panties, and dove into the sleeping bag, yanking it up to my chin as I waited for him.
He slipped inside behind me, and I didn’t even give him a chance to pull me back against him before I scooted in his direction, tucking my ass into his lap and my back flat against his chest.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, a shudder running through me. “How are you so damn warm?”
Tucking his feet under my freezing ones and my head under his chin, he wrapped his arm around me, fitting his body to every curve of mine. “I’m a furnace, remember?”
A fact that used to irritate the hell out of me on hot Mississippi summer nights when we’d share a tent outside, but one that I was incredibly grateful for now.
“I take back every nasty thing I said about that. I love that you’re a furnace.”
“You’re only sayin’ that because your feet are like fucking ice cubes. Jesus, woman.”
I spread out my toes, trying to reach every inch of warm skin he had to offer. “I’m not even sorry.”
He exhaled a laugh into my neck, and I couldn’t fight the shiver that spread through my body. Now that I wasn’t out of my mind with looming hypothermia, I was able to take in the myriad of sensations being this close to him afforded—the coarseness of his leg hair at the back of my knees, the soft rasp of his short beard as he rested his jaw against my neck, the bulk of his muscled forearm wrapped tightly just below my breasts.
And then, of course, there was the long, thick, very hard length of him nestled against my ass.
It took every ounce of willpower I had not to arch my back and press my bottom against his cock. Not to reach backand just…feel him. Wrap my hand around him and stroke. Reacquaint myself with the shape and size of him, feel the weight of it in my palm.
“What would you do?”
“What?” I squeaked—actually squeaked—jolting at his question.
Oh my God, had I voiced my fantasies aloud? Did he want me to tell him what I’d do with hisdick?
He nuzzled into me, pressing a soft kiss where my shoulder met my neck. “Out by the fire, you said they don’t take you seriously… What would you do in Havenbrook if that didn’t matter? If you could do anything?”
