Page 71 of Best Kept Secret

Her body broke out in goosebumps, and she tilted her head to give him greater access.

“We forgot to eat dinner,” she said, already slipping into a lusty fog.

“Um-hmm.”

She was only wearing a T-shirt, but she was already burning up from his heat. She set the bowl beside the sink and gripped the edge of the counter.

“I like that you’re wearing my shirt,” he said in between kisses. “But you know what I’d like even better?”

She had a pretty good idea, but she played along. “What?”

“When you wear nothing at all.” He slowly lifted the shirt and revealed her naked lower half.

“Hudson…” she moaned as he rubbed his erection against her backside. Then he slid a hand around to her front.

She widened her stance and welcomed his hand between her legs. Leaning her head against his chest, she gave herself over to his expert fingers, allowing him to strum her like a fiddle.

“I love the way you feel,” he said, his breath tickling her skin.

“I love the way you make me feel,” she said, amazed that she’d managed to form a complete sentence.

The pad of his finger circled over her with precision, and she felt the pressure of an impending orgasm building inside her. She clenched the counter for support, and her hips chased his hand, anxiously seeking relief.

He slid his other hand up the front of her shirt and cupped her breast before plucking her tight nipple.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed the waves of pleasure that crashed over her. Then he inserted a finger deep inside, and she clenched her muscles around it.

“Just let go,” he whispered.

And let go, she did with a stream of words meant for his ears only. “Hudson…yes…right there…ohmigod…”

He held her steady throughout her climax until she shuddered and went limp in his arms. Then he picked her up and carried her back to bed. Soon she’d repaid his kindness in full, finishing what she’d started earlier when she’d treated him like her favorite popsicle. Afterward, they fell asleep in each other’s arms, fully sated once again.

The next time she woke up, the clock read nine fifteen, and she was shocked she’d slept in so long. Of course, making love in the middle of the night would do that to you. She glanced at the empty space beside her, and then she heard sounds coming from the kitchen.

Still groggy, she climbed out of bed and put on his shirt again. This time, she took out a clean pair of panties from her bag and slipped those on too. She didn’t want him to think she made it a habit of going panty-less, although doing so had its benefits.

Smiling at the memory of last night, she tiptoed across the hall and went into the bathroom. She used the facilities, washed her hands, and then splashed water on her face. She also gathered her messy hair into a ponytail using the holder she’d pulled out of her bag. It was then that she saw some red marks on her neck that she hadn’t noticed when her hair was down.

The last time she’d gotten a hickey was in high school, and it wasn’t a good memory. She’d dated a guy who’d turned out to be too aggressive for her liking, and he’d enjoyed marking her and bragging about it to his friends.

Those years were far behind her now, and she wore Hudson’s hickeys like a badge of honor. She probably wouldn’t wear her hair up when she went out in public, though.

When she entered the kitchen, he was at the stove with his back to her. He was bare-chested and wore loose-fitting athletic shorts that hung low on his hips and showed off those sexy indents above his waist.

“Morning,” he said, glancing at her over his shoulder.

She came up behind him and slipped her arms around his waist. “Morning. Whatcha making?”

“Eggs and bacon.”

She could have seen that for herself had she not been so distracted by the gorgeous chef.

“Smells good.”

“So do you.”

She laughed. “I doubt it. I need a shower.”