His eyes flipped open. “Enough,” he panted. “Too close.”

Hudson could barely think straight. All he wanted to do was be inside her again. The need was so potent it defied all reason. Part of him wanted to take his time savoring her, but they were outdoors, at the side of a damn lake. He’d explore her body later. Right now desire overrode all logic.

He gripped Allie and kicked his leg over the bike. Without pause he folded her over the seat, unzipped her jeans, and yanked them down along with her panties in one sharp pull. He dropped to his knees and his hands coasted up the back of her thighs, spreading them wide. “Oh yeah, this is what I want.” Flattening his tongue, he licked right up the center of her and was blissfully lost.

His fingers dug into her ass as he captured her hot flesh with his lips. Allie let out a soft moan and her back arched, pushing herself onto his mouth. He brushed his stubble against her core, wanting her scent and taste on him until he was drunk with it, then sank his tongue inside. There was nothing better than being between her thighs, either with his mouth, his fingers, or his cock.

She cried out as his tongue lashed over her sex, devouring her with ruthless skill as if he were starving and she was the only nourishment that could satisfy him. Her thighs began to tremble under his hands. Without lifting his head he coaxed her with his voice and plunging tongue. “Let go, Allie.”

Allie threw her head back as she came in a violent rush. The sweet taste of her coated his tongue and yet he was still greedy for more.

Rising up behind her, he took himself in hand and stroked the blunt head of his cock between her slick folds, spreading the moisture of her arousal. He rolled his hips, opening her up, and with a powerful thrust pushed inside her. His breath exploded out of his mouth. “I’m so fucking deep.”

“Oh God, yes,” Allie moaned. She clawed at the leather seat and pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts. “Fuck me, Hudson. Harder.”

Hot damn, she was wild and untamed. And he loved it. Loved watching her let go of her inhibitions and shamelessly give in to her own pleasure. She was wet and on fire around him. For him. He was beyond fucking her; she was under his skin, the very breath in his lungs.

Leveraging at her hips, he powered into her with a single-minded ferocity, his body slapping against the curve of her ass. “Is this hard enough for you?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Please . . .” She reached down and gripped his hand on the side of her thigh, trying to pull him closer. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted. She was as out of control as he was.

“I can feel you getting ready to come.” He arched over her, his breath harsh on the back of her neck. He slid his free hand to the top of her sex and massaged the swollen flesh while he surged into her again and again, taking what he wanted as she gave herself over to him.

Allie cried out as her core tightened around him. The instant he filled her again, his cock kicked hard and every sensation magnified as he followed her with his own release.

They were both panting and leaning heavily on the bike as their senses returned. Hudson was shocked as shit the Harley was still upright.

“Wasn’t quite what I expected when I said let’s go for a ride. Not that I have any complaints.” He straightened, taking her with him. “Let’s go home. I plan on doing that again, but slowly. I want to spend hours inside you.”

Hudson swept her hair out of her face and pressed a lingering kiss to her mouth. As her lips yielded to his, a thought came out of nowhere: I need you. Don’t let us go.

Chapter Thirty-two

Allie worked her way down the wall of bookshelves lining Hudson’s living room wall. Most were about politics and banking, but there were a few fiction titles mixed in here and there. “Have you read all these?”

Hudson looked up from behind the breakfast bar. “Most. I deal with enough mindless chatter at the office. Last thing I need when I have a chance to get away is the godforsaken TV blaring at me.”

A quick glance around the room confirmed there wasn’t a television in sight. Come to think of it, Allie couldn’t remember seeing one anywhere on the tour he’d given her. Of course she’d been a bit distracted by the sight of his bed. Not to mention the naughty intentions he’d whispered in her ear.

“Up here I like it quiet, just books and my bike.” He turned and opened one of the cabinets. “The larger collection is in the library at my apartment.”

Allie’s thoughts drifted to the extraordinary library on the top floor of his penthouse. She imagined spending a lazy Sunday afternoon with him there, lounging in front of the fireplace, devouring books before devouring each other. Mmm. A feast for the body and the mind.

“Wine?” he asked, pulling her out of her daydream.

“I’d love some.” A thought occurred to her as she reached for one of the books. “Oh! Open the bottle we bought today.”

“I had every intention to. Looking forward to seeing if it’s as good as it tasted.” Hudson’s gaze darkened with sensual promise and her nipples hardened under his stare. His eyes flared ever so slightly and she knew her reaction hadn’t gone unnoticed. A warm flush spread across her face. Jeez, what was with her tonight? Maybe she’d had enough wine after all.

Allie quickly turned back to the bookcase, making a mental note to merely sample the next time she visited a winery, not chug. A knowing smile spread across her face. Then again, maybe her mood had nothing to do with wine and everything to do with the outrageously insatiable man in the kitchen.

She could feel his gaze follow her as she slowly moved down the bookcases. Heat swept through her body like a slow-burning fire. Stopping in front of the sound system, she pulled his iPod from its dock, stealing a glance at him while feigning interest in his playlists. Sure enough, he was watching her, never once taking his smoldering eyes off her as he twisted the opener into the cork. Her mouth went dry. Oh yes, she was definitely going to need that wine.

Grabbing the glasses, he strolled barefoot around the kitchen island. “Let me know when you get hungry and I’ll show you my impressive collection of takeout menus.” He handed her a glass and clinked it with his. “Cheers.”

“Cheers.” She studied him as she swirled the wine in her glass and then lifted it to her lips. Something was different. And it wasn’t just his still-wet hair from the shower or his casual attire. She’d seen him like that before. He seemed relaxed, carefree almost. More like the Hudson Chase she remembered.

“Ah, very good,” he said, lowering his glass. “You made an excellent choice.” He dipped his head and his tongue traced the contours of her lower lip. “Although I do believe it tastes better on you.”

“Better try a bit more, just to be sure.” She lifted to her tiptoes and felt a vibration against her hip. Hudson frowned, digging in his pocket for his phone and glancing at the screen.

“If you need to get that . . .”

He held the power button down with his thumb, turning the phone off before shoving it back into his pocket. “It can wait.”

“What if Nick calls or there’s a problem at work?”

“He’s not going to. And he won’t until the next time he needs something. As for the office, they can manage without me for twenty-four hours.” His gaze drifted to the iPod in Allie’s hands. “See anything you like?”

“Quite a few, actually.” She scrolled through the list of artists. “You have very eclectic taste, Mr. Chase.”

“I have varied interests, Miss Sinclair.” He smirked at her over the rim of his glass before taking a sip of his wine.