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.
She almost begged him to screw her right there against the wall. Just drive inside her and take her to that mind-shattering place where she didn’t have to think, where she could drown in the pleasure and embrace the freedom she hadn’t realized had been missing from her life.
But she didn’t get the chance to beg, to talk, to blink. Connor hauled her out of the stall, scooped her up, and kicked open the bathroom door.
“Goddamn it, I need to be in you.” His growl sent a thrill shooting up her spine. No man had ever been this desperate for her, looked at her as if he might actually die if he couldn’t have her.
They were dripping water all over the floor, but he didn’t seem to notice. He grabbed something from the table – a condom, she realized – and her heartbeat exploded, thudding so loudly it was all she could hear. A crashing sound penetrated the frantic drumming in her ears. Connor had swept every item off the table, even the lamp, which clattered to the floor with a crash. The next thing she knew, he’d spun her around and bent her over the tabletop.
Heat sizzled in her core. He’d taunted her about this table the night they’d met, about fucking her on it. Obviously he didn’t make idle threats. Or maybe it had been a promise. She didn’t know or care, because his fingers were inside her again. Moving in and out in slow, shallow strokes. Her back arched and her ass thrust out, struggling to get closer.
“You’re always so wet for me,” he groaned. “So ready to be fucked.”
She was. She was so ready that the tension was unbearable. “Give me your cock,” she begged. “Please. Your fingers aren’t enough. I need —”
The plea died as he plunged deep. So deep she fell forward, her elbows colliding with the table as her head nearly knocked into the wall. He filled her completely, stretching her open with each demanding thrust.