Chapter 10 #2
Maybe. But she deserved one. And that wasn’t something he could give her—no matter how much he was starting to want to.
At his continued hesitation, she shifted, lifting her hand to his chest. “I’m not living my life for the future anymore, Hudson.
I’m living it for the now. Because the now is the only thing you’re ever guaranteed to have.
You gave that back to me.” She leaned into him, lifting her mouth a whisper from his. “Let me give this to you.”
Right or wrong, he wasn’t strong enough to walk away from this, from her. He started to lower his mouth to hers, then paused, holding his hands up. “Maybe after we wash off the mud.”
Audrey blinked, then looked down where her palm had left a perfect print on the center of his t-shirt. Lips quirking, she slid off the stool, switching off the pottery wheel and heading for the sink. “Practicalities first.”
She detoured to lock the door to the studio.
Hudson lifted a brow. “Here?”
“Unless your roommate is sleeping in someone else’s cabin tonight?”
“Fair point.” He ran through a quick mental list of camp locations for clandestine sex. Firefly Falls was too much of a hike and everywhere else he could think of carried too much risk of being caught. If they were doing this, the last thing he wanted was to be interrupted. Pottery studio it was.
He came up behind her at the sink, thrusting his hands beneath the running water, effectively trapping her. She squirted soap on her hands. Hudson pressed closer, nestling his erection against her luscious ass as he took those hands in his and slowly massaged the clay off.
Audrey hummed low in her throat and dropped her head forward. “This makes me wonder what magic you can work in a shower.”
“We’ll add it to the list.” Taking advantage, he pressed a kiss to her exposed nape.
“Personally, I really want the luxury of making love to you in a bed.” And not just any bed, he realized.
His bed. At home. It shocked him how easily he could picture her there, her hair spread out on his pillow, her body splayed out and limp from pleasure.
But he didn’t just see her in his bed. He saw her in his life.
Cooking with him in his kitchen, laughing with his mom and sister, teasing the other guys at the fire house.
Audrey unzipped his jeans and slid her hand inside, wrapping those hot little fingers around his length, effectively wiping out his domestic fantasy.
Hudson cursed, his hips bucking into her hand.
Her lips curved into a wicked smile. “Oh, we’ll find time for a bed.
Because you’ve had your hands and mouth on every inch of me, and I really want to return the favor. ”
Whatever blood was left in his head drained south, as he imagined that pretty mouth wrapped around him, those big blue eyes staring up at him as she sucked him deep.
Yeah, he’d perform whatever blackmail or magic was required to get them a bed.
Preferably one where they wouldn’t be interrupted for a solid twenty-four hours.
That might be enough to slake this vicious thirst for her. For a little while.
“Hudson?”
“Yeah?” he croaked.
“You’re wearing way too many clothes.”
“So are you.”
They dove at each other, tugging and tossing between desperate, fevered kisses, until they both stood naked. He watched, gratified as her eyes drank in his body, her gaze skimming down his chest to the jut of his erection.
“You’re beautiful,” she said.
“That’s my line.”
Nostrils flaring, she reached out to run a finger along the indentations of muscle at his hips. “I don’t know what these are called, but they melt my brain. All I can think about is licking them.” She bent and did just that, trailing the tip of her tongue along the groove from his hip on down to—
Hudson gently but firmly grabbed her head to keep her from moving further south.
Audrey looked up at him with a faint pout. “Turnabout is fair play.”
“Later. When we manage that bed.” Not that he thought recovery would be an issue. It seemed he’d been at least semi-erect from the moment they’d met. But he wanted to be inside her the first time he came. With that in mind, he dug his wallet out of his jeans and retrieved the condom.
Audrey snatched it from his hands and ripped it open.
“You first,” he said.
“I’ve already been twice today, and I’ve pretty much been wet ever since. We go together this time.” To end the discussion, she sheathed him.
He lifted her up onto an empty counter, stepping between her thighs and pulling her to the edge.
Skimming his hands from her knees to her hips, he searched for some control.
This wasn’t how he’d imagined their first time.
It had been a very long time for her. He’d wanted to give her some romance, some tenderness.
But Audrey wrapped her fingers around his cock, positioning him at her entrance and lifting her mouth to his. “Now. Please, Hudson, I need you inside me now.”
He slipped slowly inside her. She was tight, her inner muscles already beginning to ripple around him as he retreated and pressed in again, then again, achingly slow, until he was buried in all that wet heat.
Nothing had ever felt more perfect than the grip of her body around him.
He held still as she adjusted to him, dragging his focus to her face. Her eyes were closed, her breath held.
Taking a hard grip on his own desire, Hudson lifted a hand to her cheek. “Audrey? You okay?”
Those eyes opened and the blue was almost swallowed by her pupils. “You feel so good,” she moaned, hands digging into his shoulders. “More.”
As relief surged through him, he took her mouth and began to move. She gave as good as she got, rocking against him until his control hung by a thread.
“Deeper.” To emphasize the order, she wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed.
Surrounded by her body, her scent, her vitality, Hudson lost it.
Gripping her hips, he pounded into her, grinding against her clit with every thrust, chasing her fire with fevered intensity, until they were both gasping, groaning, lost to the pleasure.
Her head dropped to his shoulder and she bit down to hold in the scream as she broke apart in his arms. The feel of her teeth, the clench of her body, ripped away the last of his control.
It dragged him over the edge, until he poured out his own shuddering release.
They stayed that way, still joined, for long minutes, as ragged breathing eased.
He came back to himself, registering the feel of her sweat dampened skin stuck to his, the perfect weight of her in his arms. He felt alive for the first time in ages.
On the heels of that realization came the barest edge of guilt. He was alive.
At last, Audrey lifted her head and brushed her lips over his. “Oh yeah, we have to find a bed.”
Hudson huffed out a laugh with what breath he had left. Which was amazing. She was amazing. And he intended to enjoy that for however much time they had left.