She’d barely had a second to admire his bare ass before his head turned and those hazel eyes met hers.
“Are you just gonna stand there, or are you joining me?” The shower spray muffled his deep voice, but there was no mistaking its seductive rasp.
Hudson fumbled for her clothing so fast it was almost comical. She slid the door open and stepped into the glass enclosure, squealing when the cold water touched her skin. As shivers broke out and goose bumps appeared, she tried making an escape, but Connor stopped her by wrapping his arms around her. It didn’t help, though, because his body was as cold as the water.
“Let me out of here,” she begged. “I changed my mind. It’s impossible to get turned on with this water temperature.”
“I beg to differ.” With a smirk, he glanced down at the erection jutting from his groin.
Nevertheless, he took pity on her and adjusted the faucet. Lukewarm now, but much better, and enough to thaw the ice in her bones. Then he kissed her, and water temperature was suddenly the last thing on her mind.
Hudson grabbed his wet shoulders as his tongue slipped into her mouth. Firm and insistent. Long, deep strokes that brought more goose bumps to her skin, but for an entirely different reason. She was addicted to his kisses, to the way he teased and demanded, drawing desperate moans from her throat with each stroke of his tongue.
His lips found her neck, trailing kisses along her wet skin, and she watched the water sliding down his chest, clinging to his compacted muscles, peeking through the wiry hairs on his chest. Her hands shook as she touched him, exploring the hard planes of his body and the various scars marring his flesh. Some old, some more recent. Evidence of the violence he’d known in his life, a reminder of who he was and what he fought for. Survival. Dominance.
One hand traveled over his tight abdomen, seeking out the thick erection straining between their bodies. When she started stroking it, Connor’s groan bounced off the walls. “Keep touching me like that and I’ll come all over your hand.”
“Maybe that’s want I want.” She pumped him even faster, loving how his features went taut with arousal. She felt so alive when she was with him. Bold and shameless. Free.
She’d thought she was happy with her old life. She’d enjoyed her work at the hospital. She’d had friends among the other nurses. Sure, the compound had been a testosterone fest, but Dominik had never treated her like she was less than any of the men. Her strength had been valued, not just by Dom, but by their father, who’d made her believe she could do anything she set her mind to.
But then her dad had died, and her world had transformed. Not in one fell swoop, but in a gradual evolution, like the way the planet was slowly being destroyed. Temperatures rising one degree at a time over the course of years, decades, until one day you looked at the glaciers that had once covered the north and discovered they were gone.
Dominik had changed. The atmosphere at the compound had changed. Even the mood in the city had changed. But Hudson realized that even before that, she’d been living only half a life, because she’d never felt half the joy and pleasure that she was feeling right now.
The revelation had her capturing Connor’s mouth in a greedy kiss. He stiffened for a moment, as if surprised by her passion, but then he kissed her back, his naked body crushing hers as he backed her against the cracked tiles of the shower stall. His shaft, trapped between them, slicked over her clit in a shockingly erotic grind that made her gasp.
Her response made him chuckle. With a devilish look, he did it again, and another gasp flew out.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful like this.”
“Like what?” It was difficult to concentrate on his words when his actions were so damn distracting. When he was fucking her clit with his cock, each wet glide sending her dangerously close to the edge.
“Wet,” he muttered. “Glistening. Your skin all pink and your pussy hot against my cock.”
He pushed two fingers into her core, and pleasure rocketed through her, curling her toes on the shower floor. She instinctively widened her stance, granting him better access, rocking into his touch.
“You’d let me do anything I wanted to you, wouldn’t you, Hudson?”
A helpless “Yes” slipped out before she could stop it.
His eyes turned molten. “You know it’ll feel good, whatever I do.”
He fingered her in earnest, stroking her inner walls until she felt both full and empty, craving more, needing more. His cock was heavy against her hip, branding her skin like a taunt, because she knew it could fill her so much better than his fingers.