Page 104 of The SEAL and the Sheriff

Sarah caught his shoulders and drew him to her.

Hudson came willingly. He braced over her, and for a suspended second she forgot how to breathe.

So close.

His skin was warm against hers. He kept part of his weight braced away from her bruised ribs. Even now, some part of him kept an inventory of where she hurt.

She arched into him, wrapping her arms around his back and pulling him closer. More. She wanted more of his weight. More of his warmth. Every solid inch of him.

Hudson’s breath shuddered against her neck. His arms tightened around her, and his mouth came to rest against her shoulder, breathing her in. The warm, impossible reality of Hudson Kane wrapped around her was the opposite of leaving.

She reached between them. Found the thickness of his cock and guided him to her.

The first full press of him drove a gasp from her.

Hudson stopped. His forehead dropped to hers, his arms braced on either side of her. “Okay?”

Sarah smiled against his lips. “Very.” She waited a second, her body adjusting around him, every nerve suddenly awake, the intimacy of it almost overwhelming.

She hooked her leg around his and drew him closer. “Don’t stop.”

He began to move. A careful retreat followed by a deep return. A measured roll of his hips that found exactly where she needed him, and Sarah gripped the back of his neck.

Again.

God.

The same devastating patience. The same slow depth. Her body answered him without hesitation, finding his rhythm as if they’d done this before. She held his gaze and let him see her. The pleasure she couldn’t hide. The vulnerability she wasn’t trying to.

“Sarah.” His thumb traced her lower lip.

Then he moved again and thought became impossible.

There was only sensation. Only Hudson.

His eyes on hers, always paying attention.

But he was still holding back.

Giving her exactly what he thought she could take, and not one degree more.

Sarah locked her legs around him. One heel pressed into the back of his thigh, and she pulled him deeper, past the careful boundary he’d set.

She put her mouth to his ear and caught his earlobe gently between her teeth. “I won’t break.”

Hudson went still. Something in those three words reached him. It was there in the sudden silence of his body before his arms hardened around her. One hand slid beneath her and gripped her hip, changing the angle. He drove his hips forward with an urgency that shocked her.

The air punched from her lungs as his body met hers, his thrusts deeper now. He buried his face in her neck. His hand gripped her thigh, hitching her higher, and the new depth of him reached something inside her that made her cry out, a jolt of pleasure blurring her vision at the edges.

“Hudson—” His name broke apart in her mouth. There was no distance left between them now.

She dragged her hands down his back, nails biting into the muscle along his spine. Hudson groaned into her mouth, and she devoured the sound, wanting another.

The kiss had lost all its earlier grace. Their mouths met. Missed. Found each other again. Salt, heat and need.

Hudson shuddered. “Sarah.” Her name was rough against the damp curve of her neck.

His mouth.