“What about food and water?”
He snorted. “What do you think I am, an amateur? Condoms weren’t the only thing I brought extras of.”
“Youdidbring an awful lot of those. Plannin’ to get lucky on this trip, were you?”
Humming, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to my neck. “Not so much plannin’ as prayin’ to every deity in the world you’d let me between those gorgeous thighs.” He scraped his teeth along my skin then laved it with his tongue, sending a shudder through me. “Just so I could get a feel of heaven again.”
Oh. My. Word. The Hudson I’d been with so long ago had been amazing—kind and caring and generous and gentle. But this Hudson? With his dirty, uncensored mouth and his rough, demanding hands setting my entire body on edge, making it feel like I was balancing on the precipice of a near-constant orgasm—not that I minded. Well, he was something else entirely.
“And yet you’ve only done it once.” I tilted my head to allow him more access. “You waitin’ on something? An invitation, maybe?”
With a growl, he lifted me up with a hand around my waist and another tucked between my legs, only the thin cotton of his pajama pants between us as he rubbed his fingers against my clit and walked us toward the tent. “You sure you want to play thisgame? Get me all worked up, and you might be too sore to hike up to that summit after all.”
That was a gamble I was willing to take.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
HUDSON
“Areyou gonna do this all day?” Kenna asked against my lips. “Because I’m not sure we’re gonna make it before sunset.”
So I’d been stopping her every five minutes to push her up against a tree and kiss the living hell out of her… So what? It wasn’t as if she weren’t enjoying it. Her smiling eyes and the hungry way she kissed me back told me as much.
“If you’d stop shakin’ your ass in my face as you climb, I wouldn’t have to.”
She huffed out a laugh. “Apparently in Hudsonland, hikin’ is ‘shakin’ my ass,’ huh?”
“Yes,” I growled. “And it’s drivin’ me fucking crazy.”
“Do you want me to stop?” she asked, batting her eyelashes, all faux innocence. My Kenna didn’t have an innocent bone in her beautiful body.
“Fuck no.” And with that, I lowered my head to hers, taking her mouth in another heated kiss.
Christ, it was like being seventeen again—although, even at seventeen, I hadn’t been this hungry and wild with anyone, because I hadn’t been able to do this withher.
By the time we came up for air, we were both panting hard, and my cock was pressing insistently against my zipper, aching to be released.
“That reminds me,” she said, still trying to catch her breath.
“What?”
“You never told me when we said fuck for the first time. Because I don’t remember this at all, and I think you’re lyin’.”
“That’swhat me kissin’ you within an inch of your life reminded you of? Not of earlier when you were ridin’ my cock while kissin’ me the same way?”
“Sucha dirty boy.” She shook her head, but the breathless quality of her voice negated any berating she might’ve intended.
“C’mon.” I pressed a kiss to her nose before grabbing her hand and tugging her behind me. “If we don’t start movin’, I’m gonna fuck you against that tree.”
“You’ve said that at literally every other tree we’ve stopped at.”
“And I’ve meant it at every other tree we’ve stopped at.”
She hummed. “I expected more self-control from an army captain.”
“Oh, I’ve got all the self-control in the world when I’m on the job. Around you? Nada.” I tugged her into me and planted a kiss on her lips. “Complainin’, Ms. Haven?”
“No. Just, you know, observin’.”
