Page 31 of Accidental Abduction

Charley ignored my comment as she transferred the pancakes to a plate, turned off the burner, slammed the spatula against the counter and turned toward me with a glare.

“Let’s get this out of the way now. I’m the one who should be apologizing for what happened. And I don’t regret a single mark you left on me last night. So, you need to quit freaking out about this because I don’t want to spend the entire weekend with you apologizing to me when you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Fuck. Of course I’m freaking out Char, I assaulted my little sister’s best friend.”

She reached for the plates perched on the corner of the kitchen table and my eyes widened as I noticed the condom wrapper and the broken zip ties lying in the middle of the table.

Reaching past her to grab the incriminating evidence, I balled it inside my fist, the plastic biting into my palm like it must have bitten into the fragile skin of her wrists.

She laid her hand on my bare shoulder, her touch scalding me. “Hudson. Stop. You did not assault me.”

“But I did. I thought you were…” My voice cut off abruptly, and I lowered my voice, turning in her direction. “But you weren’t, and I never asked for consent or…”

“Do you honestly think I would’ve run into the woods behind the bar and let just anyone chase me?” she asked, her fingers lingering on my skin before she pulled her hand away.

“But you didn’t know it was me. And now Hazel is going to think someone kidnapped you and call the police. Then they’re going to arrest me and…”

“Take a fucking breath, Hudson. Hazel knows I’m with you. I texted her last night when you went back into the bar. I saw the mask in the backpack on your desk when I dropped off my tips. I knew it was you from the beginning. And it’s not like the tattoos on your hands wouldn’t have been a dead giveaway.”

“You knew it was me?” A part of me was relieved, that she hadn’t been that naive to put herself into a potentially dangerous situation like that. But the other part of me was floored. Why hadn’t she said anything?

“Duh. That’s what I just said. Keep up.” Her teasing grin shouldn’t have made my pulse race, but it did.

“And you didn’t stop me?”

She sighed as she stared down at the table, her chest rising and falling underneath my shirt before she looked back up again.

“No, at first I was a little startled, but I was also really turned on when you started whispering in my ear.”

Arousal flooded my system, my mind immediately going to a fantasy where I grasped her waist and propped her up on the table we’d already defiled, stripping every last piece of clothing off her...

“I turned you on?” That was the part that was throwing me off. While I’d had fleeting inappropriate thoughts about her, I never imagined she would be experiencing the same thing.

“Wasn’t the first time. And hopefully won’t be the last.”

“Wait, what? I’ve turned you on before? When?”

“You’re gonna need to get me a notepad. It’s kind of a long list,” she teased, turning around and plating the food she’d made. She extended a plate in my direction like she’d just told me the weather and not that last night wasn’t the first time I’d turned her on.

I just stood there dumbfounded, refusing to fully face her because I knew the unruly appendage in my pants would give me away. “What?”

“Take this, and let’s go sit down.” Her eyes lingered on the chair I’d had her fucking zip tied to last night, my cock twitching at the memory. “On one of the couches. I don’t think my ass would like me if I sat in one of those.”

When I didn’t move, she laughed, pushing the edge of my plate into my chest. “Come on.”

Her shoulder brushed my chest as she stepped around me to walk through the door, and I suddenly had the urge to throw myself into the snow outside the back door. Because I was so hard I was afraid that my cock would never go down.

Charley

My hands shook withnerves as I carried my breakfast out to the great room, placing it on the table in front of the fireplace. I seriously needed to take a seat before I spilled coffee all over myself.

Holy shit.

I knew this morning would change things, but I hadn’t expected to feel so fucking anxious in Hudson’s presence. And thrown off by the heat in his eyes after I confessed that last night wasn’t the first time he’d turned me on. He had to know how attractive he was. Women hit on him all the time. But he was so fucking loyal I doubted he’d looked at another woman in four years.

Before I could freak out again, feeling a misplaced sense of guilt toward Viv of all fucking people, Hudson sat down on the couch beside me.

“Were you serious in there?” he asked, leaning back into the corner of the couch. He casually brought his mug to his lips, taking a sip. When I didn’t answer him, he raised an eyebrow, and I fought the urge to crawl into his lap.

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