Chapter 10
TEN
5 Days til Christmas
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
I was draped over Hudson, my skin still on fire and I didn't want to think about the level of sweat we'd worked up. I leaned back enough to look at him. There was no use in hiding from him now.
He lifted his hand to push back my hair. His dark eyes were shadowed as the storm kicked up again, swallowing most of the sun. I didn't know what to say.
I didn't know what to even feel at this point.
Then his mouth kicked up at the corner. "You weren't kidding about the winning thing."
Relief rolled through me. “Competition is good for the soul."
He nipped at my chin. "I'll be ready for another round...soon. I think you killed me." He lifted me easily and my whole body hummed, then I felt so empty as he slid out of me. Instead of setting me aside right away, he shoved his face in my neck for a second then he set me next to him, our thighs still touching.
"What kind of rowing do you do, man?" I laughed as I snagged one of the throw blankets over the back of the couch and pulled it over my rapidly cooling skin.
He squeezed my upper thigh. “You're a little bit of a thing."
"Not that little."
He laughed. "Are you pouting?"
I rolled my eyes. "No."
"I think you are." He leaned over and kissed me, achingly slowly compared to the wildfire we’d just been. "I think we need a shower."
I wrinkled my nose. "You're probably right."
He looked around a little helplessly and I realized he needed to take care of the condom. I laughed and hopped up, wrapping my blanket around me like a cape before crossing to grab a tissue from the box near the tree.
"Thanks." He grimaced. "The very unsexy part of the aftermath. Now I have to redeem myself." He lowered his shoulder and caught me by the arm with his free hand and tossed me over his shoulder.
I yelped. "Hudson! You have a concussion."
"Nah. Just a bad bump." He didn't stagger even a little as he headed for the stairs. "Sex revived me."
I held on as he took the stairs two at a time, bumping me the whole way.
"Where's the luxury shower in your sexy en suite?"
I got a good look at his exceptional backside from this angle. It seemed unfair that he’d be blessed both in the front and the back. “Straight ahead, end of the hall.”
He set me down at the doorway to the bedroom I was using and backed me into the bathroom, his dark eyes dancing with each step. He tugged the blanket away from me and tossed it over his shoulder. "Much better." His fingers traced down my shoulder all the way to my fingers as he tugged me closer.
I was well aware that he was much more in shape than I was, but the way he looked at me made the hesitation dissolve. I wasn't sure what had gotten into me earlier. It had been a damn long time since I'd been naked with a man and that bold Ocean was usually reserved for someone I'd been with for a long time.
Not a stranger.
Definitely not a hot stranger with a body made for fantasies and dark eyes that held laughter and sin at the same time. He couldn't possibly be real.
"Stop thinking," he murmured against my mouth. "We're stuck here in this great cabin, and there's no past or future—just right now."
I nodded. "Fair." I pressed my palm against his chest. The crinkle of hair made way for a downy texture as I wandered south. He was already semi-hard for me, his eyes hooded with desire.
He steered me to the glass walled shower. There was plenty of space in there for two—heck, more than enough for three or four, to be honest. His brow furrowed a bit as he figured out the fancy showerheads, then a healthy plume of steam filled the room, thanks to the overhead rain hood and body sprays that came at us from every angle.
I tipped my head back as the warm spray hit all the aches and pains from being far more active than I had been in nearly a year.
He spun me around and sunk his fingers into my hair until it was wet, then I heard the sound of a bottle as he sudsed up my hair.
I groaned. "Oh, you can't do this."
He laughed. "And yet, here I am."
"I'm going to have to marry you." I froze. “I?—”
Instead of being offended, he laughed and stroked my scalp slowly and thoroughly with his amazing fingers. "From the moment you rescued me in that fucking deathtrap of a car, I've been thinking about this hair. It was like a halo around you when I was so out of it."
My damn eyeballs rolled back in my head as he massaged my scalp. "I'm definitely no angel."
"I beg to differ." He eased me under the rain hood and the suds flowed down my shoulders and back. He was so gentle and yet firm. He rinsed my hair until the shampoo was gone and my hair squeaked.
Then came the conditioner and my whole brain ejected itself in pleasure at the warm water and tending. He left the conditioner in my hair and told me to keep my eyes closed as he soaped me up slowly and thoroughly from head to foot before turning me to face him. Then he started on the front of me. Soft fingers dipped between my thighs, teasing but not quite pushing me into that delicious tension. No, for now, it was just a soft recovery.
I hissed as he worked the lather up my belly to my breasts, lifting and cupping them in his big hands. I was so used to being in charge of everything—even Hudson’s recovery—that it was an effort to let myself enjoy the dreamy darkness as he learned my whole body. I eased closer to him as he tugged lightly on my nipples and the fuzzy bliss gave way to heated sighs. Before I could reach for him, he settled me under the rain hood to rinse.
I opened my eyes to see him taking care of himself as well. A grin slid across his face as the water sluiced over my face and skin, washing away the sweat and sex to return me to my lemon scent. He used the body sprays to clean up, darting away from me when I tried to help him out.
"That was for you," he said simply, and then he nudged me aside to rinse his hair. "I don't mind smelling like you now, though."
I raked my fingers through my hair. "I like how you smell."
"Yeah?"
I nodded. "Like the woods and something darker. Spicier." I reached out to trail my fingers over his abs, but he caught my hand and brought it to his mouth before he turned off the water. "Don't want me to dirty you up again?" I said with a grin.
"Oh, I plan on it. But if you touch me, I'm going to turn you around and nail you to the tile and I was too stupid to bring another condom upstairs."
The hazy happiness snapped right back into lust. “I like the sound of that.”
“But your skin is so damn fair. I left so many marks." He touched my neck and my chest.
I glanced down and saw the pink scrapes from his beard. "I like them." I cupped my breast, lifting it for him.
He groaned and lowered his mouth to take the tip into his mouth strongly. His arm went around me and cupped my ass to drag me toward his hardening cock.
I reached between us. "Handily, I happen to have something in my bag. Right in there." I gripped his warm, wet cock and stroked him a little roughly.
Being around a lot of musicians—my brother and his band—meant I handed out condoms like party favors every damn day after shows. I didn't want to know what happened in the green rooms after a show. Between the VIPs and the fans, there was a lot of naked shenanigans going on at all times.
He snaked a towel off the rack as we stumbled out of the bathroom into my bedroom. Instead of drying us off he tossed it on the bed and tumbled me on top of it. "I do love a woman who is prepared for any eventuality. Where?"
I pointed at the small gray makeup bag on the dresser. Instead of going inside, he brought it to me, which I appreciated. God knew what was in there. I got samples from every city, it seemed like. I dug around and found the brand-new box of ribbed for her pleasure and tossed it at him.
He laughed, took one out, and set it on my belly. "Now, keep it right there."
I reached above me for the pillow at the top of the bed. "Don't want a participant? Okay."
He laughed and tucked his shoulders between my thighs until I was wide open for him. “I’m not done worshiping you.”
He slid his hands under my ass and lifted me to his mouth.
“Hudson!”
He hummed against me. “Again.”
I dropped my hand to his slippery still wet hair. “Hudson.”
He stroked me deeply, using his thumbs to lightly pulse inside of me as he devoured me.
Until the lights from the little tree in my bedroom shimmered and sparkled and my moans of his name devolved into panting cries.
But he never relented.
He left me open, raw, and so sensitive I couldn’t form coherent words.
Until he covered me again and made use of the condom with endlessly epic strokes of his cock inside my body until I was so well used there was no beginning of me and no end of Hudson.
I wrapped around him in the rapidly darkening room as the wind howled outside, echoing inside of me.
To be so unrelentingly matched in desire and care was so unfair.
For this stranger who would be out of my life in mere days to know me like this already made the breath backing up in my chest actually hurt.
I hooked my legs around him, dragging him deeper into me as my pussy tightened around him, clasping every part of him as closely as possible.
When he threw his head back and the corded length of his neck pulsed and strained, I was tossed into another unending orgasm.
My body was a shell when he rolled off me to take care of the condom before crawling back in with me. This time, he eased us both under the covers.
Worshipped didn't even cover half of what I felt.
I didn't know what to do with any of it, and when he wrapped his arm around my middle and drifted off to sleep, I stayed awake, listening to the endless storm.