I exploded in a scream that may make me blush later at dinner. I was still screaming when he curled my leg over his arm and thrust inside of me. Our lips collided in a messy show of passion. There was nothing practiced about this, nothing slick or intentional. This was us—aw, captivating, all encompassing.
He moved faster and I arched to meet him, driving him deeper. His hand snaked between us and he rubbed my clit, careening me toward that precipice. Everything inside me snapped tight and then I was flying. He jerked above me and then followed me into bliss. The roar he released made my ears ring.
Okay, now I wasn’t as embarrassed about my scream. If they were going to be talking about anything, it would be that roar.
He rolled to the side and pulled me on top of him as we both caught our breath.
“That was…” I sucked in another lungful of air.
“Amazing? Fabulous? The best sex you’ve ever had?” Hudson said.
I smacked his chest. “Maybe.” He stood with me in his arms. “What are you doing?”
He suddenly dropped and then we were submerged in water. He rose and I gasped for breath, splashing him. He chuckled, then backed me against the wall of the pool. “Now let’s see if we can change that maybe into a definitely,” he growled as he lifted my ass to the surface. Oh boy.
***
When we emerged an hour later, Hudson wore the self-satisfied smirk of a cat who had got the cream, and he’d earned it. Many times.
Philip greeted us with the practiced smile of a professional host that hadn’t heard any screaming, growling, or roaring. Hudson’s warm hand skimmed my naked lower back. Rebecca had clearly packed for me. My underwear was a choice of scraps of lace or satin. Hudson’s gaze went molten when he spied the satin, so that’s what I was wearing under the black, knee-length, halter-neck dress. My long copper hair was pulled over one of my shoulders and paired with stiletto heels, and I was feeling rather tall and sexy.
Hudson kept it simple with black slacks and a white dress shirt. He wore them with the confidence of a king. He pulled my chair out and I sat, taking in the room which was lit by an array of candles scattered throughout.
“Would you care for the wine menu?” Philip asked.
“You choose,” Hudson said as his gaze landed on me. I blinked. I knew nothing about wine. He glanced at Philip. “Not red, I’m not a fan, but other than that I trust your judgment.”
“Excellent,” Philip said and disappeared from the room.
“Living on the dangerous side letting a stranger pick your drink.”
“I don’t want to take my eyes off you for one second.”
“How will you order?”
“You can pick for me.”
I grinned and opened the menu in front of me. Hudson didn’t even flinch as I surveyed the choices. I could torture him with salads and fruit, but the man had worked up an appetite, he deserved his belly to be full.
Philip returned with a bottle of chilled wine and served Hudson a drop. He never took his eyes off me as he drank the wine. He nodded. “Delicious.”
“Would you like some more time to view the menu?” Philip asked.
Hudson raised a brow. I felt like this was one of those how well do you know your partner quizzes and I was about to fail.
“We’ll have the venison carpaccio to start, the roast duck breast for the main, one chocolate and chili tart, and one white chocolate mousse with strawberries, please.”
Philip nodded. “Good choice, Miss Roberts.” He collected the menus from our table, and returned with a basket of freshly baked bread and a tray with melted butter, balsamic vinegar, and herby oil. My mouth watered as I tore off a chunk of the still warm bread and dipped it in the balsamic vinegar.
I groaned as I chewed and Hudson’s lips twitched as he joined me in delicious yeasty bliss. “Why two different desserts?”
“The romantic thing would be for us to share the dessert, but since I’m starving, us sharing one would have been pointless. I ordered two different desserts so that we can both share.”
Hudson grinned. “You are a romantic.”
I shrugged. “It’s hard not to be here.”
“So you like it here?”
