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Mac had dreamed about this more times than she could count. Had woken up in the throws of an orgasm to the remembrance of what Hudson had done to her when she was fast asleep.
Except she wasn’t asleep now.
Hudson was sure and solid beneath her questing fingers, the muscles of his biceps flexing as he carried her down the hall and toward his bedroom. Lord, she couldn’t keep her hands from roaming if she tried. And she didn’t particularly want to try.
He was more solid than she’d anticipated, the muscles in his arms, shoulders, and back filling out and bulking up since the last time she’d been given free rein to do this. Although even back then, she hadn’t truly been able to get her fill. To touch him everywhere and every way she’d wanted to, for fear of being too greedy. Of giving herself and her feelings away.
To hell with that. She was going to be greedy now before she no longer had the chance.
Hudson’s mouth sought hers, his teeth tugging on her bottom lip as he growled low in his throat when she ran her short nails lightly over his nipples. “Kenna,” he said, her name a clear warning on his tongue, but she was never one to heed them.
She tended instead to dive headfirst in to danger with a smile on her face.
Letting that smile sweep over her lips, she ran her nails over him again, this time rocking her center against his erection. With a choked sound, he dug his fingers into her ass. He may have intended to still her movements with the harsh grip, but that lasted for all of about two seconds before he started guiding her against him, encouraging her to press down harder, move faster.
“Hurry.” With her lips pressed against his, she spoke the words straight into his mouth, their eyes locked together. She didn’t know why she said the word, though. She didn’t want to hurry. She wanted to freeze time so she could take everything in. Wanted to pause so she could remember this forever.
His grip was unrelenting, his eyes heavy with want. And his skin might as well have been on fire for the heat he was putting off. She shuddered in his arms, the tips of her breasts brushing against his chest with every step he took, her body still primed from her orgasm. Lord, had she seriously come all over him thanks to a dry hump and his mouth on her nipples? What the hell was going to happen when they were actually naked together?
As soon as Hudson stepped through the threshold to his bedroom, he kicked the door shut behind them. Never mind the fact that they were the only people there. But she sort of loved that. Closing that door was like blocking the rest of the world out so it could be just the two of them.
He reached back and unhooked her legs from around him, then allowed her to slide down the front of his body. She nearly moaned at just the feel of him against her stomach. He was so hard, his cock tenting the front of his swim trunks like it was seeking her heat again.
But before she could reach for him, before she could feel him in her hand, he sank to his knees on the ground in front of her. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he held her tight as he stared. Just…stared. He was nearly eye-level with her breasts, but she couldn’t find it in herself to be embarrassed or nervous.
This was Hudson. Her best friend and the only boy she’d ever loved. She’d stand in front of him naked for twenty days straight if he promised to keep looking at her exactly how he was.
“You’re so gorgeous, Kenna.”
She didn’t know what to say, so she didn’t say anything at all. She’d never considered herself gorgeous before. Cute, sure. But gorgeous? That was reserved for someone like her eldest sister, Rory, with her sundresses and her perfectly done hair and nails. But Mac? When her favorite thing to wear was a baseball hat, cutoffs, and one of Hudson’s old T-shirts? Hardly.
Except…Hudson was staring at her like she was. Like she was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen.
He reached behind her and untied the band holding up her swimsuit top before tossing it to the side. With aching slowness, he undid the button of her cutoffs, then slid down the zipper, giving the denim a little push over her hips until they fell to a puddle at her feet. Her swimsuit bottoms were no longer wet from the lake but from something else entirely. He’d gotten her so worked up, she’d nearly soaked through the material, and her cheeks bloomed with heat. All he had to do to find out just how much he’d affected her was run a finger over her.
But when he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her hip bone, then along the line of her bottoms, it wasn’t his fingers she was worried about anymore.
They’d done this before, exactly once—same as everything else. And while it’d felt damn good to have his mouth on her—however brief it had been—she hadn’t been able to get out of her head long enough to actually enjoy it, too worried about how she’d looked, how she’d tasted, or how she’d smelled.
“Hud…”
He lifted his eyes to hers, and ever single uncertainty she had floated away. The look in his eyes spoke volumes—he was ravenous for her. And who was she to deprive him?
Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he gripped the sides of her bottoms but didn’t pull them down. Instead, he nudged the front of the material with his lips, brushing a kiss against where she ached for him.
She gasped, her hand flying to the back of his head to steady herself. It was a wonder she wasn’t in a puddle on the floor just like her shorts.
And her bottoms.
Hudson whipped them down her legs so fast, she nearly stumbled, but he caught her with a tight arm around her upper thighs. And then she was going down anyway. He set her down on the bed, yanked her ass to the edge of the mattress, and spread her wide for him.
Sweet Lord, she didn’t want to look at him, didn’t want to see the hunger in his eyes, too afraid of what she was showing in her own. But she couldn’t look away, either.
She watched, wide-eyed, as he leaned forward, brushing his lips against her inner thigh before licking a path straight up the center of her. Moaning low in her throat, she dropped back on her elbows, making sure to keep Hudson in her line of sight. There was no freaking way she could look away from the piercing determination in his eyes. She’d never seen anything hotter than the sight of him in that moment, the bottom half of his face obscured between her spread legs, his eyes boring straight in to hers as he licked her over and over.
From below, he wrapped his arms around her thighs, his fingers digging into the outer flesh, as if he were attempting to hold himself together through only that touch on her skin. He caressed her with his lips and tongue, eventually adding his fingers in what was no doubt an effort to make her lose her mind. And she did, too. She rocked against his hand and mouth as two of his fingers settled deep inside her and his tongue focused solely on her clit. She’d just come in the other room, but that didn’t stop her orgasm from crashing over her, the waves of pleasure rolling through her body as she moaned his name.
Holy shit, had anything ever felt this good before? There was no freaking way. She was blissed out of her mind, high on not one but two orgasms, and if he’d give her just a minute, she’d return the favor. She just needed to catch her breath and—
The wiry hairs of his legs brushed against her spread thighs as he moved to stand between them. He was already naked, already rolling a condom down his substantial length—where the hell had he gotten that?—his eyes filled with pure unadulterated need.
“Wait,” she said, reaching for him, “I wanted to—”
He gave a sharp shake of his head. “Next time. As it is, I’ll be lucky if I last two minutes. If you had your mouth on my cock?” He breathed out a laugh, his gaze focused where he ran the tip of his erection through her center, making her gasp at the contact.
Gripping himself in one hand and her hip in the other, he teased them both before slipping down and pressing inside her. Mac’s breath caught in her throat as he pushed forward, easing his length into her. Good Lord, it hadn’t felt like this the last time they’d done it.
Hudson’s mouth hung open, his eyes pinging back and forth between her eyes and where he was sliding into her. He took his time, even though he no doubt could’ve slid home immediately because of how wet she was. Instead, he crept forward, letting her feel every single inch of him as he settled deep inside her. And when he was—when he was as deep as he could get, his hips pressed against her inner thighs—he finally exhaled on a shudder.
“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good.”
She wanted to voice her agreement, wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Nothing but moans and gasps fell from her lips. He felt good—so good—but he was too far away. As much as she loved watching him, the sun against his back and outlining him in bright light like some kind of sex angel, she wanted him closer. Needed to feel his skin pressed against hers as he rocked inside her.
“C’mere.” She beckoned him closer with her arms outstretched, and he came, dropping down to rest his forearms on either side of her head.
“Kenna—” He broke off on a moan when she lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist, causing him to slide even deeper. Every muscle in his body locked tight, his jaw clenched as he obviously attempted to hang on to some thread of control. “I can’t… I’m not gonna last.”
Reaching up, she brushed his hair back from his face, then wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. She slid her tongue between his lips and felt him relax into the kiss though his cock still throbbed inside her.
“So don’t,” she said against his mouth. “You already made me come twice. This is all for you.”
He groaned and dropped his head to her neck as he pulled his hips back and snapped them forward, taking up a fast, punishing rhythm as he panted against her.
She clung to Hudson, reveling in the fact that she’d done this to him. Had made him so wild with want that he couldn’t control himself anymore. She didn’t need an hour of fucking where she came another four times—as if that’d ever happen. She didn’t need perfection because that had never been them. She needed him. Raw and wild and completely uncensored Hudson.
Besides, it wasn’t like this was the only time they were going to do this. She didn’t need for this to be the perfect sex session, because there’d be plenty of tim—
Hudson’s groan ripped the thought from her mind as he settled deep inside her, his cock pulsing with his release while he chanted her name over and over again.
Mac held him tight, her arms wrapped around him as if she could keep him with her through sheer force of will alone. But it didn’t matter if the thought had been snatched away, because it was burrowing itself into every crevice of her mind, making her focus only on that. They didn’t have plenty of time together. And what they did have wasn’t guaranteed.
Her throat tightened, her eyes filling with tears that threatened to fall, but she refused to let them. She’d cried enough today, and she had no intention of doing it again. Instead, she held on to Hudson tighter. Held on with everything she had, knowing, in the end, it wasn’t going to be enough.
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