His mouth grew dry as he envisioned her naked body, imagined kicking open that door and yanking her into his arms, feeling her tits crushed against his chest, her hot pussy clamped around his cock.
The carnal image did nothing to put out the fire building in his groin. Didn’t help that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d fucked a woman. Months, maybe. Yeah, at least four months. He’d gotten wasted and allowed Rylan to drag him to the whorehouse in the mountains. It was no wonder his body was so out of control. Put a beautiful woman in front of it and he was bound to get worked up.
He wandered over to where Hudson had left her jacket. Curious, he picked it up and investigated the inner pockets. His eyebrows rose when he found the arsenal hidden in the various sheaths sewn into the material. He counted six sharp-as-fuck knives before dropping the jacket and unzipping the duffel bag she’d been carrying.
He rummaged through the bag, pushing aside random items of clothing, a pair of sneakers, until his hand connected with a 9 mm.
The final tally ended up being five guns and eight knives, not including the ones in her jacket. The woman was armed to the teeth. He wasn’t sure if he was impressed or suspicious. Probably both.
A splashing noise caught his attention. Hudson was getting in the tub. Good.
He squared his shoulders and made his move, striding into the bathroom just as her breasts slid beneath the water.
“What are you doing?” she squeaked. She’d been tying her hair in a knot atop her head, but she let the golden mass drop the moment he walked in.
He couldn’t help it – he took a good long look at her full, perky breasts with their rosy pink nipples, then the mouthwatering paradise between her legs. Her pussy was completely bare, and his cock was totally enjoying the view.
“Taking advantage of the situation.” He smirked. “I want answers, sweetheart, and you’re gonna give them to me.”
Dismay flashed in her eyes as she attempted to shield her nudity from him. One hand splayed over her mound, while the other folded over her breasts, and the self-conscious actions triggered another jolt of suspicion. Outlaw women didn’t hide their bodies – they were used to living in camps where privacy didn’t exist. Where modesty didn’t exist.
“Can you please go?” Her voice was tight with contempt.
“No.” He propped his shoulder against the doorframe and fixed a hard stare in her direction. “Who are you? Where did you come from?”
She met his gaze head-on, and though her cheeks were flushed with visible embarrassment, she didn’t look afraid of him. “I was living in the East with a group of people.”
“Who were all killed.” He recited her story back at her. “Tell me, how exactly did that happen?”
“It was during a sweep. The Enforcers ambushed us at night and dragged everyone out of their tents. I was walking in the woods when it happened. I heard the screams and gunshots and knew something terrible was going down. So I hid.” She paused. “Can I have some privacy now?”
“No.” He cocked his head. “Might as well soap yourself up, baby, before the water gets cold.”
Hesitation creased her face. Then, letting out a resigned breath, she dropped her hand from her breasts and reached for the bar of soap on the edge of the tub.
Connor was momentarily distracted by her tits, but he forced himself to concentrate on what mattered. “What happened after that?”
She worked the soap into a lather without looking at him. Her skin was flushed, her hands ungainly as she moved the slippery bar over her body. Clearly she wasn’t used to being on display, but he didn’t give a shit if he was making her uncomfortable.
“Eventually the screaming stopped and the Enforcers left,” she said flatly. “I went back to camp and everyone was dead.”
She told the story in a faraway voice, as if the tragedy had happened to someone else. And all the while, she continued to soap up her body. “I left the camp early the next morning —”
“Yet somehow you managed to hold on to your duffel bag full of weapons,” he said dryly.
“I had it with me in the woods.” She scowled at him. “I never leave it behind.”
“Uh-huh. Okay. Then what happened?”
“I knew I had to get as far away from the area as possible, so I ran.”
One slender arm reached for the shampoo bottle on the edge of the tub. She unscrewed the top and dumped a generous amount into her palm, then dunked her head under the water. When she reemerged, she worked the shampoo into her wet hair, fingers gently moving over her scalp.