Hudson woke to Kenna’s ass nestled right up against his groin and her breast filling his palm. Without thought, he squeezed the soft flesh, his thumb stroking over her pebbled nipple.

It was still dark out, though no longer pitch black. Predawn hours and definitely too early to get up, but something had woken him from a dream. A dream in which Kenna had been rocking into him, begging him to fuck her from behind.

It’d seemed so real, and now he knew why—because he’d been acting it out in real life. Had even managed to slip his hand under the shirt she still wore so they were skin on skin.

Goddamn.

As much as he wanted nothing more than to memorize the exact size and shape of her breasts by feel alone, he wasn’t a fucking creep, and he certainly wasn’t going to do this without her consent.

He eased his hips back, lifting to pull his hand away, when she reached up, interlocking their fingers and keeping his palm right where it was.

“Hud…” she breathed, her hips rocking back into him, seeking the friction he’d taken away.

It may have been a long time since they’d been together, but his body still remembered what she liked. He pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting lightly, as he pressed up against her, no longer trying to hide the painful erection nestled against her ass.

“Tell me you’re awake,” he whispered into her neck, his voice rough and desperate.

“Awake and wet as hell, thanks to you.”

“Jesus, Kenna. You gonna let me feel?” He brushed an openmouthed kiss against her shoulder, pushing aside the wide neck of her T-shirt with his jaw.

She hummed, shimmying her bottom against him in invitation. He abandoned her breast, sliding their interlocked hands down her abdomen and pausing when he got to the band of her panties. Running his fingers along the top, he gave her a chance to stop him, all the while silently begging she didn’t.

“Do it,” she said, granting his unspoken wish, and he sent up a silent prayer of thanks to the heavens.

He slipped their hands into her panties, groaning against her neck when he felt the soft, smooth wetness of her pussy. Swiping his finger straight up her seam, he swirled lazy circles around her clit. “Christ, you are wet. This all for me?”

Her breathing increased, her hand squeezing his as he moved unhurriedly against her. “You know it is. Don’t be cocky.”

Huffing out a laugh, he pressed his lips to her ear. Sex with Kenna had been phenomenal, yes, but it’d also been…fun. They’d managed to blow each other’s minds while also making each other laugh.

“I think I earned the right to be cocky, considering the state of your pussy.” He followed her unspoken order, the slight push against his hand urging him lower.

As soon as he slipped a finger inside her, she let loose a low moan, and he joined her when she detangled their fingers and moved hers up to press against her clit. “Fuck, Kenna, you’re gonna kill me.”

Unable to move his fingers inside her like he wanted—like he knew she wanted—he pulled away only long enough to hook her leg over his, opening her wide for him. Sliding his hand back to her center, he mirrored her strokes against her clit, joining her fingers until she was moaning loud enough to wake every animal sharing the Ridge with them. Only then did he move his hand down and slip his fingers into her again, pumping slowly even as she rocked her hips against him, urgency underlying her every movement.

“What do you need?” he asked, knowing damn well what it was but wanting desperately to hear the words from her.

Not only was it hot as hell for her to ask for exactly what she wanted, but he needed to make sure she was doing this with a clear mind. He hadn’t been lying when he’d told her that last night. He was all in, but he’d be damned if he fucked her before she was.

“Faster. Oh God, faster.” Her perfect ass rocked against him, the lush curves sliding against his painful erection.

“Not yet.”

“Yes yet. Now.” She reached down, abandoning her clit as she gripped his wrist, trying to guide his movement into her body.

“Uh uh,” he said, not increasing the slow pump of his fingers, his mouth actually watering over the thought of tasting her again.

That’d have to wait—at least until it was warm enough for her to lie on top of the sleeping bag, because there was no way his 6’4” ass was going to be able to stuff himself down there.

“You forget how wet you need to be to take all of me? Gotta make sure this pussy is slippery as hell, and since I can’t get my mouth on you right now, my fingers are gonna have to do the torture.”

She groaned, tossing her head back against his chest. “It is torture. God, Hud, I’m wet enough.”

“Not for my cock, you’re not. Does that mean you don’t want it?”

Her hips still rocked against his hand, trying to urge him faster. “You know I do,” she breathed.

There it was—the words he’d wanted to hear. That she was on board with this. Was as desperate for him as he was for her.

“Then be quiet and let me do my thing.”

“Your thing is drivin’ me crazy.”

He slipped another finger inside her, a low rumble pouring from his chest at the feel of her. So tight and warm. “No, my thing is makin’ you come.”

“Oh God, yes, please. Do it.”

Her liquid heat soaked his fingers as he pumped them into her, stretching her to take him. Slowly, he increased his pace, his thumb sneaking up to strum her clit since she’d abandoned it.

Instead, she dug her fingernails into his wrist, her head tilted back against his chest. It was just light enough inside the tent to make out her parted lips, her eyes squeezed shut. Fuck, she was gorgeous, all wanton and needy. For him. For what he could give her.

He propped himself up on his elbow and urged her to twist partially onto her back, just far enough that she was spread out beneath him and he had access to her breasts. With his nose, he inched the cotton up her torso, desperate to feel her rosy peaks against his tongue.

With an impatient huff, she arched against him and whipped her shirt over her head, the move pushing her pussy down hard on his fingers. “Yes. Just like that.”

Their mouths met in a hungry slide of lips and tongue, harsh moans shared in the space between them as he pumped his fingers into her harder, faster. Just as desperate for her to come as she was.

“C’mon, Kenna. Let me feel you,” he said, scraping his teeth lightly down her neck. Over her breasts. He flicked his tongue over one tight peak, then the other. Sucking the bud into his mouth for a deep, long pull. With a pop, he released it, blowing cool air across it. “Soak my fingers so I can slide nice and easy inside this pussy and fuck you so good.”

“Hudson.” She said his name on a sob, her entire body tightening up, her back bowing off the ground before she broke, her body sagging as she pulsed around his fingers.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, brushing his lips against hers, groaning at the eagerness of her tongue. At how she still rocked her hips against him, driving his fingers deep even as waves from her orgasm continued to squeeze him.

“I want you,” she said through panting breaths. “Inside me.”

Christ if those five words hadn’t been the soundtrack to his fantasies all these years. He’d dreamed of her saying it to him and almost worried that was exactly what this was. But in his dreams, he never thought about shedding his clothes—which he did with impressive speed, along with her panties. Or donning a condom—which he grabbed from his pack and quickly rolled down his shaft. Or making sure the chill wasn’t too much for her—which he ensured as he pulled the sleeping bag up and settled in behind her.

He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “You sure?”

“God, yes,” she said without hesitation, one hand reaching behind to clutch his neck, the other gripping his ass and pulling him close.

He lifted her leg over his again, spreading her wide before gripping his length to run through her wetness. Lowering his cock to her opening, he pushed forward and sank inside. Her heat surrounded him, her walls gripping him like a fist, and he nearly lost his ever-loving mind at the sensation.

“Holy fuck, Kenna.”

He wanted to press pause so he could stop and bask in the moment. In the feel of her wrapped so tight and hot around him. In the way her perfect little ass sat snug to his groin, tucked just right against him, or how her breast fit his hand like it was made for his palm. But there was no pausing this. Not when her welcoming heat called him inside, and he was a slave to it—to her—thrusting hard and fast over and over and over again.

“Hudson.” She dug her fingers into his skin, urging him faster. “Oh my God.”

“You feel like fucking heaven, you know that?” He sank his teeth into her shoulder, needing to mark her. Needing to have a visual reminder of exactly what they’d done. “How have I gone without this for ten years? It’s been too long…too long.”

She whimpered in response, turning her head back to capture his lips with hers as their bodies rocked in unison. Twining his tongue with hers, he snaked his hand down her body until he reached her pussy, then split his fingers on either side of her clit and captured it between them. He played with the pressure and speed, learning a new way of getting her off. Hardening even further inside her with every catch of her breath and every moan that passed her lips.

When she came, her body arched against him, her mouth open under his parted lips as he inhaled her moaned release, he decided if that was all he did the rest of his life, he’d die a happy man.

He wanted to fucking live inside this woman. Wanted to spend his days wrapped around her and his nights learning every inch of her. The sunny parts she showed everyone, as well as every shadowy corner she kept to herself. He wanted to know all of it. Wanted to be the only one who did.

As he came with a soft groan into her mouth, his cock pulsing deep inside her, he knew the short time he had left in Havenbrook wasn’t enough. Not when she was here—his perfect counterpart. His ideal match.

It would never, ever be enough.