Page 39 of The Prey
Her hair was down around her shoulders everywhere, tangled from his fingers. His.
She washisnow.
She wore his old FCU: LAW T-shirt and a pair of his gym shorts that bagged on her. And nothing else.
His body stirred with the urge to confirm that for himself.
She had one of his law books open in front of her.
Not exactly how he’d expected to find her after he’d fetched ice cream from the freezer. “What are you doing?”
“Checking something you said the other day when you were being obnoxious, aboutMartinell.I don’t have this particular edition in my collection. I think this is a misprint, though. No wonder you are so confused. You might want to check it before you use it on Tuesday. If the defense knows it’s a misprint and you get called on it, it could unravel your opening.” She looked up at him, that challenging expression that always drove him crazy on her face.
This…this was exactly what he wanted from life, he realized.
Them...together. It didn’t matter what theydid,just that they did it together. Him, her, Ryan…any other kid who came along. He wanted more kids—especially ifshewas their mother. Wanted that more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life.
Tonight, he’d loved her the way he’d been wanting to for a long time. Now they could spend the rest of the night just being together. Nothing more perfect for a man and woman than that. He stretched out on the bed next to her, running one hand up her inner thigh beneath the shorts, to tease.
He didn’t miss how she shivered at his touch. “I’ll make a note of that. Later. Close the book…”
He didn’t want to talklawtonight. Not when he had her to himself for the first time. Hudson wanted his mate once again. And again and again.
She washisnow. And Hanans mated forlife.
Maybe he’d be able to talk her into coming home with him and Ryan tomorrow night, too. For dinner, and nothing more. She’d not be comfortable staying the night in his bed with her family knowing. With Ryan there, either.
Not her. She had some old-fashioned ideas, after all. And her brother being a minister, with them both in the public eye around Value, they’d have to be circumspect. Until he had a big shiny ring on her finger where one most certainly belonged. He’d have to go pick one out very soon; Finley Creek or Dallas would be the best places to check. The local jewelry store in Barrattville might have something, but probably not. He’d want something unique for her.
Then again, he was getting a bit ahead of himself here. He couldn’t just scoop her up and move her right in. Not yet. She’d need more time than that.
He reminded himself he had to be patient. He didn’t want to confuse Ryan, either. They had time. He could wait. Just a littlelonger. He’d pick out a ring next weekend when his schedule was a bit lighter. A week away, that was waiting, right?
Hudson would have her in his cave permanently soon. When she was ready.
It was all part of his plan. He just wasn’t going to waittoolong. Not for her.
But for now… He pushed the four—four—opened texts toward the foot of the bed. He had his woman on his furs where he wanted her, now it was time for what needed to happen next…
The ice cream would just have to wait. Or hell…there was more in the freezer where it had come from. The bowls could just stay there on the nightstand forever, as far as he was concerned. “Come here…I need to kiss you again.”
Her hazel eyes widened. “Again?”
“When it comes to you, the fire constantly burns, I’ve discovered. Probably why I fought it so long. A fire like you can consume a mere mortal man if he’s not ready.” He was on his knees next to her. His hands sank into her hair. “You terrified me for years. You are the most frightening creature I have ever met.”
“You are full of baloney.”
It would just take a single nudge to have her leaning backwards onto the pillows piled up behind her head, just how he wanted her. Hudson covered her mouth with his own, and?—
Glass shattered.
Gia screamed, her nails sinking into his shoulders. Hazel eyes met his instantly.
Something wet landed on Hudson’s own shorts.
The damned books at the foot of the bed ignited.
Ignited.
