My Kind of Wonderful(55)

No way is one more night going to be enough…

At just the memory of his words, she quivered, even as she knew he was right. With Hudson, one night would never be enough. Waiting patiently while her mind sorted through all of this, Hud merely kept his hand out.

When she took it, his eyes heated. A sexy smile curved his lips as well, and then he was pulling her through the crowd in the lodge, past an EMPLOYEES ONLY door, down a hallway of offices…

A few people looked up or said something briefly to Hud. He nodded and responded in kind, but Bailey couldn’t keep track of any of it, and then Hudson had opened a door and pulled her inside. Completely lost in thought, she stumbled. He used her momentum against her, tugging her so that she fell into him, and the two of them tumbled into his office.

She knew this room—intimately.

Hud kicked the door shut, slapped a hand out to lock it, and then dropped his jacket and pressed her into the wood.

She smiled but as Hudson took her hands and slowly slid them up the wood on either side of her face until they were over her head, her amusement died. It was replaced by sheer, unadulterated lust. Body vibrating with need, she tried to reach out to kiss him but he held her off.

“You still want this?” he asked in a low and gravelly voice.

He was vibrating, too, and that gave her a surge of feminine power. She tugged her hands free and set them on his chest, letting them trail down his rock-hard abs.

“Bailey.”

“Yes,” she said, loving the feel of his six-pack. She let her hands drift down to the waistband of his ski pants, and the question of the day became what to touch first.

Everything, she decided, and grabbed a handful of his shirt, yanking it free of the pants. “Yes, I still want this,” she said. “I want you. I want you now. Please, Hud—”

His mouth came down on hers hard, locking them in a battle to get closer, then closer still. A battle fought with hands, arms… tongues. Still not feeling close enough, she squirmed and Hud responded by tightening his grip on her, deepening the kiss ever further.

She could feel every part of him plastered against her, and there were some really great parts she wanted to get up close and personal with. She’d been so nervous their first time, but ever since then her nerves had been replaced by a bold need to know every inch of his glorious body. To that end, her hands found their way beneath his shirt. Her fingers retraced the path they’d taken a moment before up his chest, stroking over one side and then the other, thrilling to his sharp intake of breath and the way his nipples tightened into little beads—

The knock at the door made her jump.

“Hud.” The male voice that came through the door was Gray, she thought half hysterically, and started to pull away. Hud made a low male sound, gripped her harder, and kept kissing her.

Oh, thank God, was all she could think. This was going to happen, hopefully before she combusted. But then the door handle rattled at her hip and she gasped.

Gray was trying to let himself in!

“Dammit, Hud!” Gray muttered. “Open up!”

Hud didn’t answer. Couldn’t, seeing as his tongue was currently caressing Bailey’s in a delicious fight for sexual dominance that had her whimpering and trying to climb up his body.

She’d never felt so electrically, erotically charged. Never. This was not the cozy sex she was used to. She loved cozy sex, at least as much of it as she could remember. But this… this was in a whole other league from anything she’d ever experienced.

“Asshole,” Gray said from the other side of the door. When silence followed this, Bailey hoped that meant Gray had walked away.

Hud’s hands came up to cup her face and his lips found hers again. “I can’t get enough,” he whispered huskily against her mouth. “I can’t get enough of you.”

She nodded because she couldn’t get enough of him either.

“Say it,” he said.

She swallowed hard and stared up at him. “I can’t get enough of you. I wanted to but I can’t.”

He closed his eyes for a beat and then scooped her up. Turning with her in his arms, he swiped an arm across his desk, sending everything flying to the floor.

She nearly had a mini-O on the spot.

At the whimpering sound she made, his gaze turned to her, hot. Hungry. He set her on the desk, pushed her legs apart, and stepped in between them. He stripped off her jacket. Her shirt and bra took even less time, and he shook his head.

“What?” she asked, lifting her hands to cover herself.

He caught her hands in his and held them out to her sides. “I thought maybe I made some of this up in my head,” he murmured.

“Some of what?”

“How beautiful you are.” He shook his head again. “I didn’t. You undo me, Bailey.” And then, still holding her hands in his, he kissed his way down her body, paying special homage to each spot. When he licked her nipple before very gently biting down, she barely held back a cry for more. Needing a handhold, she sank her fingers into his hair, holding him to her as he sucked her into his mouth. She tried to squeeze her legs together to alleviate some of the ache between them, but he stood in the V of her thighs, holding her spread open. He rocked into her, pressing into her right where she ached the most.

Not wanting to be a slouch, she shoved his shirt up and undid the button on his ski pants.