Our mouths met in a hungry slide of lips and tongue, harsh moans shared in the space between us as I pumped my fingers into her harder, faster. Just as desperate for her to come as she was.
“C’mon, Kenna. Let me feel you,” I said, scraping my teeth lightly down her neck. Over her breasts. I flicked my tongue over one tight peak, then the other. Sucking the bud into my mouth for a deep, long pull. With a pop, I released it, blowing cool air across it. “Soak my fingers so I can slide nice and easy inside this pussy and fuck you so good.”
“Hudson.” She said my name on a sob, her entire body tightening up, her back bowing off the ground before she broke, her body sagging as she pulsed around my fingers.
“That’s my girl,” I murmured, brushing my lips against hers, groaning at the eagerness of her tongue. At how she still rocked her hips against me, driving my fingers deep even as waves from her orgasm continued to squeeze me.
“I want you,” she said through panting breaths. “Inside me.”
Christ if those five words hadn’t been the soundtrack to my fantasies all these years. I’d dreamed of her saying it to me and almost worried that was exactly what this was.
But in my dreams, I never thought about shedding my clothes—which I did with impressive speed, along with her panties. Or donning a condom—which I grabbed from my pack and quickly rolled down my shaft. Or making sure the chill wasn’t too much for her—which I ensured as I pulled the sleeping bag up and settled in behind her.
I pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “You sure?”
“God, yes,” she said without hesitation, one hand reaching behind to clutch my neck, the other gripping my ass and pulling me close.
I lifted her leg over mine again, spreading her wide before gripping my length to run through her wetness. Lowering mycock to her opening, I pushed forward and sank inside. Her heat surrounded me, her walls gripping me like a fist, and I nearly lost my ever-loving mind at the sensation.
“Holyfuck, Kenna.”
I wanted to press pause so I could stop and bask in the moment. In the feel of her wrapped so tight and hot around me. In the way her perfect little ass sat snug to my groin, tucked just right against me, or how her breast fit my hand like it was made for my palm.
But there was no pausing this. Not when her welcoming heat called me inside, and I was completely lost to it—to her—thrusting hard and fast over and over and over again.
“Hudson.” She dug her fingers into my skin, urging me faster. “Oh my God.”
“You feel like fucking heaven, you know that?” I sank my teeth into her shoulder, needing to mark her. Needing to have a visual reminder of exactly what we’d done. “How have I gone without this for ten years? It’s been too long…too long.”
She whimpered in response, turning her head back to capture my lips with hers as our bodies rocked in unison. Twining my tongue with hers, I snaked my hand down her body until I reached her pussy, then split my fingers on either side of her clit and captured it between them. I played with the pressure and speed, learning a new way of getting her off. Hardening even further inside her with every catch of her breath and every moan that passed her lips.
When she came, her body arched against me, her mouth open under my parted lips as I inhaled her moaned release, I decided if that was all I did the rest of my life, I’d die a happy man.
I wanted to fuckingliveinside this woman. Wanted to spend my days wrapped around her and my nights learning every inch of her. The sunny parts she showed everyone, as well as everyshadowy corner she kept to herself. I wanted to know all of it. Wanted to be the onlyone who did.
As I came with a soft groan into her mouth, my cock pulsing deep inside her, I knew the short time I had left in Havenbrook wasn’t enough. Not when she was here—my perfect counterpart. My ideal match.
It would never, ever be enough.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
MAC
How the hellhad I ended up here? Lying on the chest of the man who’d been my best friend for more than half my life…then been slotted as the one who’d broken my heart the last time we’d gone down this road.
I’d thought about that before I’d slept with Hudson. Whether or not I was ready for this—if it was in my best interest to get involved with him again.
And while there was a nervous tug in my stomach at the thought of him leaving, the voice I heard over everything—even my own self-doubt—was that of Will and what she’d said about me spending the rest of my days being weighed down by a lifetime of regret.
I didn’t want that. God knew living my life with failure resting solidly on my shoulders was hard enough. I didn’t want regret dog-piled on top.
Tucked into Hudson’s side, my head resting in the crook of his arm and my legs tangled with his, I traced random patterns on his bare chest, wondering if it’d be too soon to ask for round two. Because now that I’d stepped foot down this path, there was no going back. And, well…I might as well enjoy the hell out of this ride now that I was on it.
“You’re so quiet. Don’t tell me I fucked the sass out of you,” Hudson said, his lips pressed to the crown of my head.
I breathed out a surprised laugh. “I can’t believe you just said that. You’ve gotten quite a mouth on you since you’ve been away.”
Just thinking about the words he’d whispered in my ear while he’d moved inside me was enough to make me wet all over again.
