“Because when I complained that we hadn’t had a date, you organized one in the middle of a crisis.”
“It’s not just what you said, we haven’t caught our breath in days. To face what’s coming you need to be rested.”
I quirked a brow. “I’m going to get some rest on this trip?”
He grinned. “Rest? No, probably not. But a break from the crazy? That I can do.”
The rest of the drive I just looked at him. It might be classed as creepy stalker territory, but I couldn’t care less. I wanted to bask in his strength and allow it to curl around me, making me feel safe and protected.
He indicated to pull off the freeway, and a few minutes later we pulled into a long driveway leading to a mansion that was lit from within by candlelight.
I sat up straighter as a man in a penguin suit exited the front door and moved to greet us as Hudson stopped the car. The man opened Hudson’s door, and then Hudson was rounding the car to help me out.
“Principal, Miss Roberts, welcome to The Mews. I’m Philip, your concierge this evening,” he said as we followed him into the beautiful red brick building. So this was a supernatural-friendly place? I’d never heard of it. A younger man stepped forward, possibly still in his late teens. “Jack will retrieve your luggage and will park your car safely if you leave him the key.” My eyes widened as I took in the understated luxury of the interior. It was decorated in a dark, moody palette of grays and blacks with splashes of gold and cream. “Your dinner is booked at nine, your turndown at eleven, and breakfast will be served in your room at eight. Allow me show you where dinner will be served,” he said as Hudson handed the keys to Jack.
“Be careful with her,” I instructed. Jack nodded and dashed out the door before Philip began a short tour. The decor continued throughout the house. We saw a few couples cozied up in different rooms, talking in hushed tones and gazing at each other with adoration. The supernaturals varied across all three factions, but it was clear we’d left the drama at the door and that was priceless. My gaze flicked to Hudson, he was staring at me like I hung the moon and stars in his darkness. I hope I reflected that. A wide grin broke out on his face, making it clear it wasn’t romantic thoughts spinning through his mind right now.
“Your dinner will be served here,” Philip said as we entered an intimate dining room, with just one small round table.
“Perfect,” Hudson growled, as he gazed at me.
“I’ll show you to your suite,” Philip said, taking the hint that we needed to be alone before Hudson caused a scene in this posh establishment. Philip led the way back through the mansion and took us through a door on the left, in the opposite direction of the public rooms. We walked down a wide hallway, my feet sinking into the gray carpet, and then he swung open the door at the end.
“If you need me, please dial 0,” Philip said.
“We won’t need you,” Hudson said as he crowded my back and all but pushed me inside the room.
He slammed the door closed, and I spun in a circle. Oh. My. God. I’d never seen a bed that big or lush. How did they get a plunge pool into the floor? This place was insane.
“You like it?” he asked.
I nodded and then squealed as he lifted me off the floor and threw me on the bed. Seconds later, my clothes were torn from my body and he was naked, crawling over me.
He gazed down at me with such stark longing it was impossible to break eye contact. His lips came down on mine, and he explored them in teasing nips and licks that lit a fire inside my body.
His tongue trailed a hot delicious path across my jaw, down my neck, and then he pulled a nipple into his scorching mouth. I arched my back and clutched his head. My legs wrapped around his back as he settled his hard length against me.
“Shit,” he growled.
“What?”
“I forgot condoms.” I laughed hard. “Why are you laughing?” he asked.
“Well, two reasons. One, you didn’t seem so fussed when you powered into me on my lawn a few nights ago.”
Hudson’s face fell. “I’m sorry.”
“And two, I’ve been taking oral contraception since our first time.”
He blinked. “You never stopped even when you were angry with me?”
“Correct.” The wicked grin he let loose was full of carnal promise. “Don’t get cocky,” I warned.
He glanced down between our bodies. “Too late.”
The next second, my legs were thrown up and over his shoulders while his tongue swept between my thighs, making me groan. If the man was on a mission to make my head spin and heart race—he’d achieved it. He zoned in exactly where I needed and with the perfect amount of pressure. My thighs tensed and squeezed his head.
A growl rumbled from him, and I swear I felt it inside as my toes curled.
