Page 34 of Accidental Abduction

“You have to catch me first.”

A rumbling groan built in my chest. This girl wanted me to chase her with the biggest hard on of my life, when seconds ago I thought we were finally going to kiss.

A kiss that I never expected to want so much, but I now fiercely craved.

I wanted to tug on her pouty lower lip with my teeth, bruise her lips, pin her to a wall and devour her mouth…

“Shit.” When my eyes refocused, she was gone. But from my hunt for her last night in a cabin I’d spent half my life in, I knew there were only so many places to hide. Taking a minute to calm myself down, I breathed in through my nose, slowly letting it out of my mouth. This little temptress was going to give me high blood pressure at thirty years old.

Charley was barefoot, wearing only my T-shirt and a pair of tiny athletic shorts. Surely, she wasn’t crazy enough to run out into the snow, but when I heard the back door slam, my eyes widened. I ran down the hallway, cursing when I saw a pair of boots missing and a sizable pile of snow on the rug that led from the hallway into the mudroom to the open back door. When I was close enough to see past the doorway, I noticed deep indentations tracked through the snow outside the door, leading around the corner of the house.

“You’re going to fucking freeze out there!” I yelled, yanking my coat off the hook and zipping it up so it covered my bare chest. I shoved my feet into a pair of boots and took off after her.

“Then I guess you better catch me!” she yelled back, but she didn’t sound that far away as I stepped out into the snow.

“You’re fucking crazy, Charley!”

Her devious giggles were the only thing I could hear as I made my way through the foot of snow, turning the corner in just enough time to see her slip around the next corner of the house, her blonde hair at least covered by one of my knit hats. An oversized black coat drowned her slight form.Mycoat.

At least she wasn’t totally reckless because I really would be punishing her for running out into the snow with barely anything covering her. If she gave herself frostbite, I couldn’t continue doing all the nasty things I wanted to do to her.

When I turned the corner to follow her tracks heading back toward the front porch, I didn’t have time to react before a handful of wet snow was flung into my face.

“You’re in fucking trouble now,” I growled, picking up the pace in enough time to grab her around the waist as she stepped onto the concrete front step.

“I hope so!” she laughed, thrashing in the tight hold I had on her.

“You’re gonna hit me in the damn junk,” I groaned as she landed a kick with her snow boots to my shin. Maybe it was payback for how rough I was on her last night, and she wanted to leave some more marks of her own.

She stopped struggling, looking back at me over her shoulder. “Well, we don’t want that. I have plans.”

I couldn’t hold in the laugh, depositing her back onto the ground and spinning her around to face me. She jumped and I grasped the back of her thighs while she wrapped her bare legs around my waist.

“It’s gonna be fucking frozen at this rate.”

She cupped my cheek as I backed her up against the wooden front door, pressing her against it, a sick thrill running through me as her eyes widened when she realized how cold it was. “Then maybe we need to do something to warm it up.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I am a bit partial to the idea, yeah. But I didn’t get a very good look at it in the dark last night. I wasn’t kidding when I said I needed to get a better look. Might not be as impressive as I thought it was.”

Narrowing my eyes, I pressed her harder against the door, my chest rumbling. “Didn’t stop it from choking you last night or keep you from coming all over it once I finally got inside that tight, wet, bare pussy.”

Her eyes widened, a grin pulling at her lips. “You’re filthier than I thought you’d be.”

“I could say the same.”

“You thought about me?” she asked, suddenly looking vulnerable.

Deciding to be honest with her—be honest with myself. “Every fucking time I heard your headboard thump against the wall when I was trying to concentrate on payroll or supply orders. I wanted to be the one making you moan like that. Even if it wasn’t right.”

“Nothing’s stopping you now,” she whispered, leaning in closer.

Our foggy breath mingled in the space between us, her gaze softer than I expected. She was right. There wasn’t any reason we couldn’t have this. At this moment. Right now. We could embrace this insane, probably incendiary, attraction and just let this weekend play out naturally.

“I don’t want you to regret this once you aren’t trapped here with me.”

“Hudson,” she murmured, leaning forward until her lips brushed mine. “I could never regret you. Even if this all blows up in my face.”

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