She honestly didn’t think so.
“Tell me what you see,” Connor ordered after the men had dispersed. He dropped a pair of binoculars in her hand and gestured to the warehouse two hundred yards away.
Was this a test? Taking a breath, she raised the glasses and took a good long look. The oxygen lodged in her throat when she glimpsed an Enforcer uniform: black tactical gear, with the red compass rose stitched on the right breast pocket.
She’d known that coming along for the raid was a risk because she might spot someone she knew working at the storage station, but she’d been confident Connor wouldn’t let her step foot inside, not when the facility was chock-full of dangerous goodies she could use against them. She was relieved that she didn’t have to worry about the perimeter guard recognizing her – the young man guarding the facility was a complete stranger.
She watched in silence for the next two minutes before handing the binoculars back to Connor. “One exterior guard patrolling the outskirts of the warehouse. Radio clipped to his belt, so he’s in contact with someone, most likely the second guard posted inside.”
Connor nodded and took over surveillance, the solid weight of his arm brushing her shoulder as he peered into the glasses.
Had she passed the test? She truly had no clue.
She studied his chiseled profile, swallowing the desire that fluttered up her throat. He was so incredibly sexy. Imposing as hell. Oozing power. He made her body come alive, made it ache in a way it never had before.
Sex was a common affair in the Enforcer compound. The men fucked as hard as they fought. But Hudson hadn’t been granted the same privileges. Her brother’s constant presence had ensured that no man would dare touch her. Only two had been brave enough to take her to bed.
Both had suffered brutal beatings at Dom’s hands once he’d found out.
Connor turned his head, fixing his hooded hazel eyes on her. “You want it bad – don’t you, sweetheart?”
She gulped. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
A low chuckle slid in her direction. “When was the last time you got laid?”
Hudson hoped he couldn’t see the flush rising in her cheeks. “None of your business,” she said primly. “When was the last time you got laid?”
“Too long,” he rasped. “Which is why you need to stop looking at me like that. Otherwise I’ll do something I might regret.”
A thrill shot through her, turning into a flurry of shivers when his arm shifted again and his elbow grazed the side of her breast. Her nipple instantly puckered, and she instinctively angled her body, craving the friction caused by his biceps rubbing against that tight bud.
Oh boy. She wanted this man so badly, she could scarcely breathe.
“Don’t fucking tease me,” he growled.
She shocked herself by whispering, “Why not?”
“Trust me, you don’t want to open that door.”
But she did. She really, really did.
She’d never met anyone like him. Primal and virile and sex personified. His hard edges excited her, because she knew he wouldn’t be tender with her if they slept together. He wouldn’t treat her like fine china the way her previous lovers had. They’d been so afraid to leave marks, so afraid that Dominik would find out what they were doing. And they were right to be afraid.
Connor didn’t strike her as the kind of man who feared anything.
He must have glimpsed her disappointment because he chuckled again. In the blink of an eye, he reached out and cupped the breast she’d been wantonly rubbing against him.
Hudson gasped when he squeezed it. Harder than anyone else ever had, herself included. The callused pad of his thumb pressed down on her nipple, drawing a tortured moan from her lips.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
Her breath snagged. She hadn’t realized that arousal could actually hurt. It paralyzed her throat and throbbed between her legs, sending pinpricks of excitement racing along her flesh.
“Do you?” he prompted.
After a long, heart-pounding beat, she shocked herself again by nodding.
His eyes burned as his thumb toyed with her nipple. He stroked lazy little circles around the rigid bud, and Hudson was frozen in place, held captive by his heated gaze and the almost-painful pulsing of her clit.
“Yeah? You think you can handle me, Hudson? You think you can handle it when I spread your legs and fuck you with my tongue? When I ride you so hard you can’t walk for days afterward?”
Holy. Shit.
Pressure gathered in her core, a tight, hot knot that had her squeezing her legs together. She was pretty sure she’d stopped breathing a while ago. Her lungs burned. Her throat was clamped shut.
“Answer me,” he muttered. “Do you think you can handle it?”
She managed another nod, then fought a dizzying rush of pleasure as he pinched her nipple.