Hudson was so powerful, so strong of heart and body that if I wasn’t careful, I could find myself swept away in the burgeoning sensation of love.
That just couldn’t happen. He wasn’t the kind of man to settle down and I wasn’t capable of handling someone who might break my heart in the process of protecting me.
But I could enjoy spending time with him.
His actions rougher, he thrust hard and fast, pushing me until my body let go, free of the demons that had become determined to plague me. “Oh. Oh. Oh.” My cries were fed to the wind and the ocean water as it crashed against the shore. The moment the climax swept through me, my entire body stiffened, prickling sensations leaving me breathless.
He nuzzled into my neck, cupping and squeezing both breasts until I slowly fell back to earth. “You feel so good.”
“Mmm… So do you.” My whisper was hoarse and I was surprised he could hear me at all.
The closeness continued, his body molding into mine as my pussy muscles clenched and released in the same perfect rhythm he was using to fuck me.
With my heart still racing, I knew the moment he was ready to release. I hadn’t realized I’d had a smile on my face the entire time.
“Fuck,” he muttered, and I squeezed my muscles on purpose, drawing his cock in even deeper.
Another perfect yet surreal moment.
With his hold tightening even more, he let go, erupting deep inside.
And for some crazy reason, a tear mixed with the drops of rain, falling ever so slowly down my face.
“There’s a press conference tomorrow that I will be attending.” Hudson’s comment seemed to come out of the blue. His statement was made with defiance. Anger. As if an injustice had been allowed.
After we’d come inside, we’d showered together, soaping each other up with our eyes never leaving each other. He’d allowed me to borrow a big, bulky robe. While it was somewhere close to four in the morning, time had no real relevance any longer. Facing the aftermath of the fire would be horrific, which was why I was indulging in another glass of wine.
He sat opposite of me, the hard expression on his face indicating he’d moved mentally far away from where we’d been only a couple of hours before.
“Who’s giving this press conference?”
“The attorney general for the state of Florida.” He pulled his glass to his lips, sighing before bothering to take a sip.
I’d been told enough about the man and his possible corruption to cringe.
“You don’t trust him.”
His chuckle was an answer. “Not any longer. He’s reported to be involved with the Delgado Cartel.”
“Which means he’s as corrupt as you believe.”
“Exactly.”
“You’re going to bring him down.” Maybe I had a little too much glee in my voice.
As he cocked his head, the determined look in his eyes confirmed what I’d already suspected. He chuckled as if passing it off, but I could sense what he was planning was weighing on his mind heavily. “I’m certainly going to try.” He threw back the remainder of the liquid before shifting his gaze toward me. “You might hear about some things that happen in the next few days that will seem confusing.”
“About you?”
“Potentially. If I’m good at what I do, you won’t.”
“Should I be concerned?”
“Don’t worry about me, Valentina. I know what I’m doing. Punishment needs to be doled out.”
I’d been right about the line. He’d crossed over, seeking his own form of retribution. “Maybe I can help.”
“You’re going to the safehouse in the morning. There will be no discussion.”
