This kiss went on and on like a seductive dance until Allie thought she might come from the sheer pleasure of his lips moving with hers.

Running his hands down her back, Hudson cupped her ass and squeezed. Allie gasped as he yanked her forward, bringing her in intimate contact with the impressive erection straining the front of his jeans.

“What you make me feel . . . ,” he whispered in a low, ragged voice. He held her gaze as he flexed his hips. The thin fabric of her yoga pants offered little barrier, allowing the thick ridge of his arousal to hit that sweet spot between her thighs. His mouth slanted over hers once more, and with a roll of his hips, he pushed into her again and again, mimicking the motion of him inside her until she writhed restlessly in his lap.

Hudson reached down, lifted the hem of Allie’s sweater, and pulled it over her head. Her breath hitched as his fingers traced the lace cups of her bra before curling around the straps and sliding them down her arms. He leaned forward, nuzzling her hair as his hands followed the band to her back. With a flick of his wrist he released the clasp, letting the bra fall wherever it landed.

Lowering his head, he pressed his warm, wet mouth to her shoulder, then dragged his tongue along her collarbone. Anticipation thrummed hot and heavy through Allie’s veins, and she arched her back in silent entreaty. Hudson palmed her breast in one hand, brushing the pad of his thumb over her erect nipple, and flattened his other hand on the middle of her spine. With his fingers splayed wide, he pressed against her, urging her to bend further back.

“So beautiful,” he murmured. His tongue flickered across one nipple, then he kissed his way to the other, leaving a trail of damp heat on her sensitive skin. He laved her slowly, drawing lazy circles around the hardened peak before suckling it deep into his mouth. Her body shuddered and a helpless moan escaped her lips as he tugged the tender tip between his teeth.

Wanting to feel his skin against hers, Allie slipped her fingers under the edge of Hudson’s T-shirt. The palms of her hands glided across his taut stomach and chest, leisurely exploring his muscular contours as she worked the fabric higher.

Gathering the cotton fabric in her fingers, she lifted it over his head and tossed it to the side. Her hands moved over his broad shoulders before drifting lower. He sucked in a sharp breath as her thumbnails scraped across his nipples, and then suddenly his arms were around her, holding her close as his mouth claimed hers in a passionate kiss. This time when he pulled her into his arms, there were no barriers, no walls. Just skin against skin. Her breathing was ragged and aroused, her nipples brushing against his chest with every rise and fall of her breasts.

In a swift move he lowered her to the floor, sweeping her black yoga pants down her legs and tossing them to the side before stretching out next to her in front of the fire. His heated gaze raked over her from head to toe.

“No panties?” He licked his lips and she practically convulsed.

Dropping her hands, Allie caressed his erection through the soft denim of his jeans. “I prefer wearing yours.” She tugged on his fly, popping the small buttons open one by one, and then slipped her fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs. He twitched as she took him in her hand, gently squeezing and stroking him from root to tip until a deep groan vibrated in his throat. “In fact, I think I’ll take them now if you don’t mind.”

A sexy grin curved his lips. “By all means.”

He stared up at her, his eyes glittering in the warm glow of the fire as she tugged his boxers and jeans down his legs in one sweep. When his erection sprang free she reached for him again, curling her fingers firmly around his length. Hudson’s eyes closed briefly and he flexed into her palm.

“Now what?” The amusement in his voice was gone, replaced by a raw, heated desire. His blatant need sent a rush of warmth through her body.

“I want you in my mouth,” she whispered.

His answering groan was a sound of sweet misery.

Bending down, she teased him with soft laps of her tongue before parting her lips and taking him inside. Hudson watched her through hooded eyes as she slowly drew him back out, blowing a breath of warm air across his moistened flesh. He flexed his hips and she smiled. Hmm, now who wants more? Only too happy to oblige, she swirled her tongue across the tip, then ran it up and down his length as she moved him in and out of her mouth.

His fingers tangled in her hair and his body arched, pushing him deeper. “Yes,” he hissed between clenched teeth.

The feel of him throbbing and pulsing in her mouth drove her wild. She loved that she could do this to him, make him lose himself in the moment, lose himself in her. Spurred on by his pleasure, she sucked harder, finding a perfect rhythm with her hands and mouth.

His stomach muscles tensed. “Enough. I want to be inside you when I come.” The words came out in a rush. He curled toward her, pulling her up the length of his body and crushing his mouth to hers.

With a groan he rolled Allie onto her back, kneeing her legs apart and settling between her thighs. Bearing his weight on his elbows, he threaded his fingers with hers and held them on either side of her head. He gazed down at her and gently brushed his lips across her mouth. The kiss deepened as he brought their bodies together, licking his way into her mouth as he pushed himself farther inside her.

Once buried to the hilt, he stilled; the peace and tranquility of the room broken only by the sounds of their mingled breaths and the roaring fire.

“You’re all I need,” he murmured. Slowly he began to move, pulling back and then flexing into her with a deliberate, unhurried rhythm.

Allie moaned, loving the feel of him inside her, filling her, moving with her. She wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass as she urged him on.

“Slow,” he whispered, running his tongue along her bottom lip before lazily pulling it between his teeth. “I want to take this slow.”

He continued his leisurely torment, drawing back to the tip before gliding into her again. Allie’s neck arched on a frustrated groan. His carefully timed thrusts were driving her wild. Heaven and hell all rolled into one.

She lifted her body into his and gasped as he slid deeper. “Please, Hudson . . .”

Gradually he increased his rhythm, and slowly but surely she began to climb. His body rolled against hers with measured determination as he drove her higher and higher. Allie felt her insides begin to quicken as his thrusts became shorter, sharper.

“That’s it, Allie,” he growled. “Come with me.”

His words were her undoing and she came in a dizzying rush. Her orgasm went on and on, pulsing through her like waves as he stroked into her again and again.

Hudson’s fingers squeezed hers and he came long and hard, his hips slicing forward one last time as he poured himself into her. With their hands still linked, he collapsed on top of her and buried his face in her neck.

When he released her hands, she wrapped her arms around him and held him tight, emotions welling up inside her like the tears that stung her eyes.

Chapter Thirty-three

After miles of roping turns, Hudson maneuvered the Range Rover through the light Sunday traffic on I-94, his grip tight on the wheel and the air in the SUV thick with silence. There was so much he wanted to say to Allie that his mind raced and his head pounded. But every time he opened his damn mouth, the threat to spill his guts was doing a jig on the end of his tongue. Being the other man wasn’t in his nature, and whenever he thought about that marquis fucker his territorial impulses were triggered.