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ROUND ONE AND MORE

HUDSON

I shifted,standing with Lacey in my arms, her legs locked around my waist. We stumbled toward the soft grass near the shoreline. I intended to take her to the camper, but then I remembered one very important detail?—

“Bunk beds. Shit. Not exactly comforts of home.” I set her down on the grass instead.

She laughed and patted the greenery at her side. “Here?”

“No one is around to see us. And besides, my lungs need fresh air, remember?”

“Well, if we must follow Doc’s orders.” She winked and took off the cardigan, then spread it out, surprising me to be going for it. I picked her up again, knelt, and laid her back gently on top of it.

“Comfy?” I confirmed.

“Such a sweetheart. To think I had it wrong all those years that you were so grumpy.” She tugged my T-shirt upward, and I took it off overhead, tossing it aside. Her palms smoothed over my muscles, eyes trailing along. Gooseflesh sprouted across my skin. “You are one handsome man, Hudson. Now I see the real you,” she purred.

I covered her, kneeing her legs open, fitting myself just right between them. Then I claimed her lips again in a searing kiss, hot enough to start another fire as she ground her core against the hard ridge of my cock. I held steady, intoxicated by her buildup to a frantic pace.

“Getting what you need?” I groaned, knowing she was on edge.

“Hudson,” she moaned my name. “I need more.”

My hands dove under the tee, stripping it off of her, only to find her tantalizingly bare. I licked my lips, my gaze lingering on every curve.

“I love this view.” My mouth grazed down her chest, sucking in a pert nipple. More of her moans chased the twirl of my tongue around it.

“Right now, there’s something else I want.” Her hands impatiently feathered down my torso, landing on my waist. Her fingers flicked open the button on my jeans.

I hissed, my muscles coiled tight. “Save it for later,” I teased her back. I dropped kisses further down to her thighs until I finally centered my face between them. She arched, fingers threading in my hair as I inhaled her scent. Definitely better than hospital air.

I peeled her shorts off, dragging them past her ankles. No panties. My groan echoed off the lake. “You’re trying to kill me?”

“I’m trouble, remember?”

“Fuck, don’t I know it.” I snaked my tongue through her wet seam, finding her clit ready for me and responsive.

I flicked it with slow, deliberate strokes—long licks that drove her insane, circling her clit with the flat of my tongue until her thighs trembled around my ears. Every gasp of hers made the fire in my veins burn hotter.

“Hudson. Mm.” Her hips lifted off the spread-out cardigan, seeking more pressure.

“Easy, baby.” I slid two fingers inside, curling just right and sucking lightly. Her nails scraped through my hair—pain and pleasure all in one.

I feathered her clit, coaxing, encouraging, until her entire body gave in. I learned the way her knees quivered, the hitch in her breathing right before she let go.

“That’s it, Lace,” I murmured against her slick heat. “Let me see how pretty you are when you come.”

She shattered with a cry of my name echoing all around us. Her face poised in ecstasy, mouth forming a cute oh. I drank her up, my heart thundering with primal satisfaction.

“Mine. All mine. You hear me, Lace? I’ll make a Goodson out of you, I swear it.” I hovered over her.

“Mm. Hudson… Is this how you move? So fast?”

“Better keep up with me. Now that I have you, I’m not letting you go.”

I nuzzled her neck until the ripples of pleasure subsided. She tugged me by the hairs, meeting my eyes, hers still glazed with aftershocks. I kissed her, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moaned softly into my mouth.

“You’re lethal,” she whimpered as I ground my cock against her.