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Her hand brushes my jaw.Fuck.I let my eyes fall shut. Her lips press to my forehead. “Sorry to bring down the mood, Huddy.”

Opening my eyes, I grab her wrist and press it to my lips. “Nope. Don’t ever be sorry for explaining yourself, sweet girl.”

“God, Hudson, when you?—”

A blush covers her face. I smile against her wrist. “When I do what, sweet girl?”

Her breathing shallows out. Those gorgeous breasts heave with every breath.

“Addy,” I rasp.

“Uh-huh?”

“I really, really want to kiss you.”

“What on earth are you waiting for?”

I sit up and pull her over my lap. My cock digs into her center. Her very wet center.

Sweet Jesus.

I smash my mouth to hers and she palms my shoulders before her hands grip the hem of my t-shirt. “Can I?”

“I am all yours,” I breathe.

Her face breaks a little. “Good.”

She lifts my shirt off and tosses it onto the blanket. She stills a little, running a finger over my chest, from my collarbone to my breastbone and down the center of my stomach until she hits my jeans. My cock twitches with the movement. Then I still, leaning my head back, and groan.

“What? What is it?”

“I didn’t bring a condom, Howard. This was supposed to be a friends-celebrating-a-milestone kind of camping trip.”

“Oh.”

“I have a better idea. Hold tight.” She squeals as I grab her ass and pull her into me. I may not be able to bring her to climax with my cock, but there are other ways to worship this gorgeous woman.

And I am going to take my fucking time.

Chapter Fourteen

ADDY

Hudson flips me over so I am laying underneath him. Those blue eyes pinning me to the blanket take my breath away. And I’m still nowhere close enough. His gorgeous, toned body, propped up over me with those huge arms, tenses with every move he makes. The fire in my center is aching for him.

But I have way too many clothes on and no condom. It has been a long time since I have been with anyone. Adam wasn’t exactly the generous type when it came to getting me off. And with all of his other extracurriculars, I wasn’t exactly first priority.

Hudson waits until I am settled before he tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear. My heart flutters like a caged bird.

“I want to touch you, Addy.”

“I want you to.”

“If you want me to stop, just say.”

Like that is going to happen. How long have I waited for his hands on me? His warmth and hardness against my skin.

“Sit up,” he rasps.

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