Page 54 of Roughing It

Hudson is unimpressed with my answer. “When I whispered in your ear, kissed your neck… those moments were for you and me. Not them.” His eyes linger on me; the same hungry gaze I witnessed this afternoon evident in his expression now. But it’s colored with something else. Anger? Frustration?

“I doubt they saw anything. The way we were standing, your back was to them.”

He sighs. “Not the point.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Princess, it’s a very big deal.”

I frown at the use ofthatnickname. He only calls me princess when he’s upset with me.

“Do you ever think about anyone but yourself and your numbers?” The harsh words have me sitting up straighter, itching to defend myself.

“Of course I do! I was thinking of you when I was jilling off in the bathtub!” Lifting my chin, I stare him down.

A possessive growl rumbles from his throat. “That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it.”

“AllI knowisyou knowexactly what I was doing when I called out your name. Sorry, not sorry. I’m a healthy young woman. It’s natural. I’m also not apologizing for filming you today.”

I glide my foot up his leg, enjoying the way he shifts as I graze his calf. “It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” I pause, a smile dancing on my lips. “It’s why I needed to take matters into my own hands.”

“Fuck, Blakely.”

My foot snakes a little higher, and I grin. “You do the same thing when you disappear into the bathroom.”

He makes a slight noise of protest, but I press on. “We’re both adults here, Bear. Admit it. You think about me when you...” I wiggle my eyebrows at him.

Hudson makes a non-committal grunt and tears his eyes away from me, suddenly paying extra attention to his plate.

“Admit it!” I chirp in a sing-song voice, my foot traveling higher, inching up his inner thigh, where I brush against something significantly harder.

“Blakely,” he groans, a warning tone to his voice.

“Hudson,” I purr, ignoring his warning. Before I move my foot again, he grasps my ankle, featherlight at first, then firmer. His hand is warm and dry and the right amount of rough. I wish he’d touch me anywhere else. Everywhere else.

“You should put socks on, Spitfire; your feet are like ice.” He dropsmy ankle and rises from the table as if he didn’t dump a bucket of water on me.

I pout at him but follow suit, taking my dish to the sink. He steps to the side, leaning against the counter, watching me as I rinse off my plate. “You just going to stare?”

“No.”

In a flash, he’s behind me. Hudson’s hand ghosts down my back before settling on my hip. His heated breath against my neck sends a wave of longing through me. Then his lips skim across the tops of my shoulders.

A nibble, a quick swipe of his tongue, a gentle suck. I’m shaking and squirming, and in a desperate attempt to keep his mouth on my skin, I lace my fingers in his hair, gripping tightly. My hips rock back into the cradle of his pelvis, and a ragged moan slips from my throat. The world is a haze of sensation and Hudson’s hot, wet, teasing kisses.

Every nerve in my body tingles with each lap of his tongue, each press of his lips.

Then his teeth graze my ear, murmured words dripping down my spine like honey. “So you think I’m fantasizing about you during my private time? That’s what you wanted to talk about?”

“Yes, that’s it.” The words feel like glue in my throat.

With a smirk, Hudson steps away, leaving me aching with need. He silently makes his way to the bathroom, eyes on mine as he closes the door.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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I add more logs to the already roaring fire, hoping it will keep the cabin warm overnight. Blakely is already in bed, huddled under the blanket, shivering.

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