Page 98 of Abyss

I roll my eyes. He has two separate cupboards with cups in them, so there is no reason he needs the onesabove me. I know he’s doing it on purpose to rile me up, and he’s succeeding—I just won’t admit it out loud.

Placing the two cups on the counter in front of me, he cages me in with his arms and chest. His mouth finds my exposed shoulder and neck, nipping and kissing all the way to my ear, making me gasp.

“I like you in my shirt.”

I’d pulled on the button-down shirt he threw on the floor last night and paired it with some tights. I turn my head to run my lips across his jaw. “I like smelling like you. It’s my favorite scent.”

Hudson grabs my hips and pulls me to him, grinding his hard-on against my ass. His lips find the side of my neck again, his voice raspy with need. “Your pussy is my favorite scent.”

I take in a shuddered breath, my body accustomed to being on the verge of an explosion whenever I’m around him.

“You were up early, though,” he mumbles against my skin. “Did I not work you out hard enough last night?”

I snort, stretching my neck for him to take as much as he wants. The question should be whether I even slept between the three times he woke me up, only to be buried inside me minutes later. At five AM, I decided to get my day started, trying to be as quiet as I could be in the kitchen.

It’s been like this between us for an entire week, minus the two days Hudson had to fly to Portland. We’re insatiable for one another—in the office, in his truck, and as soon as we get home. Yesterday, we even put up the privacy window in his chauffeured car and went at it in the back seat.

“Pretty sure I won’t be needing to go to the gym with all the workouts I’m getting all day and night.”

“You don’t need to go to the gym, anyway. You’re perfect exactly as you are.”

He detaches his mouth from my skin and I see thesincerity in his eyes. No, I see the way he sees me—wants me—and it leaves me speechless.

He tilts his head at the tray, unaware of the way he makes me swoon. “What have you been up to all morning?”

I wave a finger over the tray. “I made peppermint and rolled oats snacks for Kansas since I’ll be meeting her for the first time today. And,” I show him the dough under the plastic wrap I kneaded earlier this morning, “I’m making croissants for art therapy class today and to take to the office tomorrow.”

Hudson stills behind me, and I look over my shoulder to catch his gaze on my face.

“What?” I whisper, not able to interpret the look on his face.

He shakes his head, his eyes soft. “You made treats for my horse?”

“You said not to call her a horse,” I quip, smiling at him. “Anyway, I had most of the ingredients. I just had to go out for the peppermint and—”

“You went shopping this morning?” His brows pinch together, the crows’ feet at the corners of his eyes deepening. “Aaron doesn’t come into work until nine on Sundays. Why didn’t you wake me up?”

I turn around, wrapping my arms around his neck and rubbing out the furrow in the middle of his forehead with my index finger. “It wasn’t raining, so I thought I’d take a quick walk to the corner shop. And you’ve had a busy week; I wanted to let you sleep in.”

“Kav—”

I stop the rest of his argument by lifting up on my toes and pressing my lips to his. At first he resists, wanting to argue some more, but after my continued efforts with my fingernails traveling the course of his spine, he gives in.

Our kiss is sensual and deep, our tongues dancing against each other.

Hudson groans into my mouth, bringing my hips flush with his, his erection demanding attention. “You’re so fucking stubborn, you know that?”

I smile into our kiss, pressing my chest to his and opening my mouth so his tongue can explore further. He tastes like mint and smells like . . . like me. “You wouldn’t have me any other way.”

“I’d like to have you every way on this counter,” he murmurs, shoving the tray behind me so he can lift me onto the counter.

He scoots in between my legs, dragging his hands over my sides underneath my shirt. His thumbs brush the bottoms of my breasts and I moan into his mouth, feeling that familiar heat building up at my core.

But I have so much to get done today before we head to his farm, including finishing up the croissants, organizing a lesson plan, and getting some supplies together for class later.

I run my fingers through his hair, licking his bottom lip and kissing him until we’re both breathless, before pulling away. I peer into his smoldering eyes. “If I don’t get stuff done this morning, I’ll end up spending the entire day in bed with you.”

“I fail to see the problem with that.” He nips my jaw, dragging his mouth all the way to my ear, making my center pulse hungrily. I feel like I’m being pulled under by waves, and for the life of me, I can’t find the will to resist.

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