They’d been lying in Kenna’s bed for at least an hour. She hadn’t said a word since Hudson had pulled her into his arms and tucked her body tight against his. His cock had mostly behaved, somehow remaining at half-mast, which was a goddamn miracle when Kenna had her ass tucked right up against it.

Her breathing was slow and even, but he’d slept with her enough times to know she wasn’t actually asleep. There wasn’t the soft whistle of her breath or her quiet, sleep-induced murmurs. He didn’t know if she thought she could trick him into thinking she was asleep, or if she just needed the quiet time to get some mental clarity, but he’d place bets on the former.

He tightened his arms around her and pressed a kiss against her hair. “Why are you still awake?”

She was quiet for a moment, then sighed heavily. “Can’t sleep.”

“No? How come?”

“My mind won’t shut off.”

He hummed and tucked his face into the curve of her neck, resting his lips on her soft skin. They’d both showered when they’d gotten home to clean off the funk of a weekend on a mountain and a day spent in a hospital. Now she smelled like lemongrass, all sweet and fresh.

“You know what I heard is real good for that?”

“What’s that?”

He slipped his hand under her tank top and palmed her stomach, his pinkie brushing the band of her panties. “Orgasms.”

She breathed out a laugh and wiggled her ass against him. “Plural, huh?”

“You know me, Kenna.” He slid his hand lower until his fingers were tucked into her underwear, brushing just inside—too far away to do anything but drive them both crazy. “Always aimin’ high.”

“I don’t know if you should aim so high tonight. I’m not even sure I can come once with all this shit crowdin’ my brain.”

He rolled her onto her back and hovered over her, bracing himself on his forearms. “That sounds like a challenge.”

Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight that shone in through her windows. “It definitely was not.”

“Maybe it should be.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “Didn’t you already get your ass handed to you tonight? You really want me to stomp all over your masculinity again?”

He tucked his face into her neck, making her crane her head back. Back and forth, he brushed his lips there, licking his tongue along her skin to see if she tasted as good as she smelled.

“Baby, if you think my masculinity took a dent because the girl I’m fucking crazy for knows how to take care of herself, you don’t know me as well as I thought you did.”

With aching slowness, he gripped the hem of her tank top and slid it up until it rested over her breasts. He blew a cold gust of air against her dusty pink nipples, smiling as they hardened under his attention.

“And if you think I won’t spend all fucking night with my tongue buried in your pussy just to make sure you come, then I haven’t been provin’ my worth to you.”

“You’ve—” She gasped as he sucked one nipple into his mouth, her fingers threading through his short hair, not so subtly pushing him lower, which he happily obliged. “You’ve been just fine in that department. I just… Tonight, I—”

She broke off on a weighty sigh when he brushed his short beard along her lower stomach and spread her legs a little wider to give him even more room. He pulled her panties down only enough to reveal all her glistening pink, then he folded her in half, pressing her knees to her chest, and licked a line straight up her center.

He didn’t know if it’d be better to tease her. Work her into a frenzy until she was out of her mind with need. Or if he shouldn’t fuck around and just do everything in his power to make her come quickly and as many times as humanly possible. His gut was telling him to go for option two, so that was exactly what he did.

He feasted on her pussy, licking his way through her folds until he could flick his tongue against her clit, sucking it into his mouth and making her gasp. His fingers flexed on her thighs as he held her down and licked her until his mouth was covered in her excitement and her moans were a near-constant cadence in the otherwise silent room.

He wanted to look up and see her face. Watch her expressions as she came undone against his mouth, but this position didn’t afford that, and he wasn’t going to do anything but keep his tongue against her pussy until she came against it.

“Hold your legs up,” he said gruffly. “Need to get my fingers in you. Gotta stretch this little pussy, don’t we?”

She moaned her response, her hands flying to hold her legs against her chest just like he asked. “Hud…”

“I know. I know how bad you need it.” He slid one finger into her tightness, groaning at how easy she took him thanks to her wetness. “I’m gonna get you there. Even if I have to spend the next week with my face right here.”

She breathed out a laugh, the action making her pussy tighten around his finger, and he groaned as he slid another deep, pumping them into her in a slow, controlled motion.

“Christ, Kenna, I need you so fucking bad,” he said, the roughness of his beard brushing against her with every word. “You’re so goddamn tight like this.”

He slipped in a third finger, curling them to hit that spot inside her that made her breath hitch. Made her fingers tighten against her legs. Made her entire body shake with need.

“Tell me what it feels like.”

“Oh God,” she moaned, looping one arm around the backs of her knees as she brought the other to his head, trying to guide his face closer to her pussy.

He grinned and tipped his head back to dislodge her hand, catching it with his mouth and scraping his teeth against the fleshy part of her palm. “Tell me.”

“Full. I feel so full.”

He hummed, dropping his eyes to watch his fingers disappear inside her, desperate for it to be his dick instead. He’d had her just that morning, but it felt like it’d been a lifetime since he’d felt her walls surrounding him, had her heat engulfing him. With all the time they’d missed, even a minute without her felt like a lifetime.

“Just imagine what it’ll be like when it’s my cock inside you instead.”

Her pussy started fluttering around his fingers, and he brought his tongue back to her, flicking it against her clit in the way she loved—the way that hadn’t failed him yet.

And it didn’t start tonight.

She came on a sobbed breath, her back arching off the bed, her short nails digging into his shoulders as her walls clenched around him, her clit throbbing on his tongue.

He licked up everything she gave him, sucked her soft pussy lips into his mouth, and brushed his beard against her clit as her body twitched under him.

He wanted to spend all night down there, wanted to get lost in the taste of her, in the scent of her and the feel of her. But more than that, he wanted to settle himself deep inside her. Be as close to her as two people could be.

“Hud,” she whispered, her voice urgent with need. Good, it wasn’t just him feeling this crazy pull. This near-constant need to be surrounded by her. To be owned by her.

“Take off your shirt.” His voice was pure gravel, all low and rough, but he couldn’t do anything about it. Not when he was so lost in desire he could barely see straight. Not when his cock was hard enough to pound nails.

She complied without hesitation, her back arching as she yanked off the offending piece of clothing. She reached to do the same for her panties, but he stilled her with a hand.

“Leave them. I’m gonna fuck you just like this.” He glanced down at her pussy, peeking out at him from her closed legs, and his mouth actually watered to get another taste.

He hesitated only a moment, briefly contemplating if it’d really be so bad if he dove back in and made her come against his mouth again. But the throbbing of his cock forced him to shift plans, and he shucked his boxer briefs before grabbing a condom from her nightstand—ones he’d stashed there while she was in the shower—and rolling it down his length.

He settled her ass between his spread thighs, lifting up on his knees to slide his cockhead through all her wetness. “Jesus, Kenna, you’re soaked.”

They both groaned as his erection slipped between her pussy lips and bumped her clit.

“You liked having my mouth on you, huh?”

“Your—” She broke off as he settled his cock against her, pumping his hips to slide it through her slit, her closed thighs providing a perfect, snug fit. “I loved your beard against me. Rubbing over my clit.”

Hudson’s eyebrows shot up, not having expected that. Both her detailed description and the fact that his facial hair had such an effect on her. And he’d never been more thankful for growing it out while on leave than he was in that moment.

“Then I’m gonna rub my beard all over your pussy every chance I get.”

She breathed out a laugh that seemed to freeze in her throat when Hudson placed his cock at her entrance and slowly sank inside her. Inch by inch, he pushed into her slick, tight fist, made all the more so by her positioning.

“Fuck me, you’re tight like this,” he said through gritted teeth. He spread his knees wider for balance and gripped the backs of her thighs for purchase as he fitted himself into the most perfect heaven he’d ever known.

“Hud.” Her feet twitched against where they sat propped on his chest, and she dug her nails into his spread thighs. “Hud…”

It seemed to be all she could manage, but she breathed a thousand different meanings into the single syllable. More and fuck yes and don’t stop and oh God please.

When he finally fit his cock all the way inside her, his balls resting against her ass, he looked down and stared at where they were joined. Groaning over the sight before him, her pussy flushed deep pink and glistening, stretching so perfectly around his thickness.

Every part of her fit him so perfectly.

It was something he’d known at sixteen, and that fact hadn’t abandoned him a single day since then.

He and Kenna fit, their bodies entwined and moving together as if they spoke the same language—one no one else understood. It wasn’t just her body—though that was something he’d get down on his knees and thank every deity in the world for—but her mind, too. Her spirit.

She fit him, and he fit her. And together, they were magic.

“Oh God,” Kenna breathed as he began moving, pulling back an inch before sinking even deeper inside.

Back and forth, he pumped into her, keeping pressure on her clit however he could manage. When he hit a particularly good spot inside her, she gasped, tossing her head back on the pillow as she cupped her breasts, her thumbs and forefingers plucking her nipples. Jesusfuck, the things this girl did to him.

“Christ, Kenna.” He groaned when she didn’t let up, her eyes locked on his as she continued her torture. “That’s it. Play with your tits just like I would while I work this pussy over.”

She did just that, and soon enough, nonsensical words and mutterings tumbled from her lips, a string of incoherency that made him feel invincible. Incoherency wasn’t a trait she readily possessed, so damn right it made him feel like he was ten feet tall, a god of a man sent for only one thing—to provide her with pleasure she couldn’t get anywhere else. To give her the escape from her life she so desperately needed.

Gripping the backs of her thighs just under her ass, he let his thumbs play in her wetness, sliding them through her slick pussy and down to meet his driving cock as it fucked her without mercy.

He lifted his eyes to meet hers, finding them locked on him, her mouth parted and color high on her cheeks. Her hair was a mess around her head, fanned out on her pillow, her hands still cupping and playing with her breasts like he’d ordered.

There was so much there in her gaze—desire and lust, of course, but there was more. Love, maybe? Longing, definitely. For what, he didn’t know, because she had him. Body, heart, and soul, he was hers. Had always been, would always be.

When he pressed his thumb against her clit, she went off like a bomb, detonating around him, her pussy squeezing and milking the orgasm straight from his bones. With their eyes locked, he emptied inside her, her name on his lips as she came around him.

And a plea he couldn’t quite bring himself to vocalize that she need him as desperately as he did her.

He was leaving in eight days, and he couldn’t change that. But maybe, just maybe, this time, he could convince her to give them a chance. Because he couldn’t imagine living without her again. Not when he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that a love like theirs was rare. Precious. Something to be protected and nourished.

He was willing to do that—was desperate to.

The only question was, was she?