“I don’t believe ‘fuck’ is a new word in my vocabulary. In fact, I know it’s not, because I remember exactly when we both said it for the first time.”
“You do not.”
“I do,” he said, his tone confident.
I leaned up on my elbow, acutely aware of the fact that Hudson now had an unencumbered view of my breasts—one which he took full advantage of. “Oh yeah? Tell me, then.”
“In a minute. Let me have a chat with my ladies first.”
By have a chat, he meant pepper kisses all over my breasts before sucking on my nipples. Just when my laughter was turning into moans, he pulled back, bending his arm and tucking it under his head, staring up at me with pure male appreciation.
Amusement dancing in his eyes, he smirked up at me. “Sorry ’bout that. Where were we?”
“Oh, you mean before you turned into a clit-tease?”
He feigned shock, his eyes wide as he stared up at me. “AndI’mthe one with the mouth? Mackenna Haven, you should be?—”
“If you say ashamed of myself, I’m gonna clock you.”
Reaching up, he cupped my neck and pulled me toward him until the tips of my breasts swept across his bare chest and our lips brushed as he spoke. “You should bewhisperin’ all those naughty things in my ear while I’m inside you.”
He closed the last bit of distance between us and brought our mouths together, groaning as his tongue slid against mine. Ormaybe that was me. I couldn’t tell anymore, our sounds mingling in the space between us, no one around to muffle them for.
Not breaking our kiss, I swung my leg over him, settling across his lap. Directly on top of his erection. We both moaned at the contact, and I didn’t even try to hide my desperation at needing to extinguish this fire he’d lit inside me. I rocked over him, gasping into his mouth when the head of his cock nudged my clit.
He’d been inside me not even an hour prior, and already, I wanted him again. Now that I’d opened Pandora’s box, I feared I wouldn’t evernotwant him.
“Need you again,” he rasped into my neck, his fingers digging into my ass and guiding my movements. Pressing me harder against him until I nearly came from that alone.
“Yes.” No hesitation from me. Not anymore. I’d gone down that path of wondering and fighting and ignoring what was between us. And I was done.
For however long Hudson had left in Havenbrook, I was all in.
One of his hands left my ass, and then he was fumbling toward his pack. The zipper didn’t work at first, which had him swearing up a storm, proving he could use cuss words in quite an imaginative way.
As I was hiding my laughter in his neck, he finally got the zipper to work and pulled out a strip of condoms, but the backpack tipped over as he did so, landing right on our furry friend.
Who, of course, jerked awake, thinking it was time to play. The dog trotted over, tail wagging, nose cold as she pressed it to our faces, then greeted us with dog kisses.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” Hudson groaned, giving up his quest for the condoms and dropping his arm to the ground, doing nothing topush off the overly exuberant ball of fluff currently taking up residence on his chest.
I sat up, giving the dog more room. But that also gave me and Hudsonlessroom as I pressed harder on his erection, the solid thickness of him settling between my legs like we were made to fit together. The sleeping bag pooled at my waist, and for the first time since yesterday afternoon, I wasn’t worried about the chill. We’d heated up the tent plenty enough to keep me warm. And if we hadn’t, the look he shot me would’ve done it.
“So, you’re just openly tryin’ to kill me then, huh?” he asked, his voice gritty and rough.
I tipped my head back, laughing, and Hudson groaned, reaching down to grip my waist and hold me down at the same time he lifted his hips. It would’ve made me hot as hell and desperate to get him inside me, if not for the tiny dog sitting on his chest, tail wagging nonstop as she planted puppy kisses all over his face.
Twisting around, I grabbed his shirt from yesterday and tugged it on, then stood, acutely aware my ass was hanging out in plain sight for him to ogle all he wanted.
“Do that again,” he said. “Slower this time.”
I shot him the finger as I hopped my way into the pajama pants he no longer had use for. “I’m takin’ your dog out to do her business. You should be nice to me.”
“Mydog? Since when is she—” He cut off his words midsentence as the dog continued lapping at his face. Picking her up off his chest and holding her at arm’s length above him, he shot her a scowl. “No,” he said sternly. “Quit tryin’ to French kiss me, CB.”
“CB?” I asked, slipping my feet into my hiking boots. “See? You’ve already named her.”
“Anickname.”
