Why the hell would he send me this, though? Didn’t he still need to feel close to me while we were apart? God knew I could use some of that closeness because it’d been too long since I’d felt his arms around me.
Suddenly, the door flew open from the inside, and I let out a shriek, jumping back. CB came running, barking her head off, until she sniffed out who stood inside the cabin.
Hudson.
Hudson was…here. Looking utterly exhausted, his hair cut close and a way-past-five-o’clock shadow covering his jaw, his lips quirked up on the side.
“What…what—” I couldn’t find any other words. Could only stare at him openmouthed, my heart trying its hardest to beat straight out of my chest.
“I knew I should’ve greeted you naked like I’d planned. Didn’t have enough time, though. I just got here.”
“Just got—” I was smarter than this, but my vocabulary was doing its damnedest to prove otherwise.
“I gotta be honest…I thought I’d at least get a hug by now. Maybe a ‘happy birthday.’”
I breathed out a laugh, set the box on the entry table, and jumped into his arms, wrapping mine around his neck and squeezing him as tight as I dared. Pressing my nose into his skin, I sucked in a lungful of Hudson-scented air and felt tears prick the backs of my eyes.
“What are you doin’ here?” I asked into his neck, my throat thick with emotion.
He squeezed his arms around me, and nothing had ever felt this good. “I need to tell you something.”
My heart skipped a beat, and I pulled back to stare into his eyes, swallowing down my apprehension. Whatever he had to tell me, whatever mission he’d been called up for or new duty station they were sending him to, or any number of other possibilities the army could come up with, it would be fine. We’d make it work.
“Okay.”
“I’ve been lyin’ to you.”
My eyes went wide, and I darted my gaze over Hudson’s face, trying to read it. Trying to figure out what the hell he meant by that. Lied to me about what?
“Okay…” I said again, trepidation seeping into my tone.
“I haven’t been waiting on orders to deploy.”
“Okay…” Apparently that was all my brain could think to say.
“I’ve been waiting on my DD 214 papers.”
I stared at him, waiting for him to elaborate. When he didn’t, I said, “I don’t know what that means, Hudson.”
“It means…” He reached up to cup my face. He brushed his thumbs against my skin, and I never wanted him to stop touching me. “It means I’m home.”
“I can see that you’re home, but what?—”
“No, Kenna. I’mhome. For good.”
I hadn’t even fully processed the words before I was on him, his face held in my hands as I kissed him with every ounce of love I felt for him. We were hungry, frenzied. We shed our clothes without hesitation, our bodies crashing together as if we’d been doing this dance our whole lives instead of fighting against it.
On an old hardwood floor with a two-hundred-plus-pound soldier pressing into me wasn’t the most comfortable place in the world to be, but I didn’t care. With his chest brushing the tips of my breasts, his arms surrounding me, and his lips whispering wordless pleas against my skin as he sank into me over and over again, I’d never felt more loved. I gripped him as tight as I could, struggling to get even closer still. Desperate for him in a way I’d never known was possible.
“Christ, I missed you. Missed this.” He braced himself on his arms, resting his forehead against mine as he gazed between us, pumping his hips and watching as he disappeared into me over and over again. “I don’t want to go this long without you again. Ever.”
It was then that I broke, my emotions surging out of me in waves of pleasure as he groaned and jerked against me, my name a hoarse cry on his lips.
Our panting breaths filled the space around us, and only then did I come into myself enough to realize it wasn’t Hudson caressing my hip, but rather CB showing her love with puppy kisses.
I groaned, reaching down to shoo the dog away. “Get out of here, you pervert. God, you really do live up to your name.”
Hudson laughed, then scooped me up in his arms and stood before dropping down onto the couch. He settled me across his lap, his not-even-close to softening cock still inside me. God, he felt good, and I needed him again. I’d come less than two minutes ago, and I was still hungry for him.
