“Ready to go?” Hudson finally asked.
“Yes,” she breathed, barely able to speak in her overheated state.
Hudson stood and offered her his hand. He watched her intently, his eyes darkening as she placed her hand in his and rose from her seat. “That’s a lovely dress,” he said. “I believe I was remiss in mentioning that earlier.” His gaze raked over her, and she knew he was thinking about what she looked like beneath that dress, her nipples pebbled and taut, her sex slick and ready.
“Thank you.” She stepped closer, her body shielding her hand as it slipped between them. Hudson went from semi-hard to granite in a matter of seconds.
He quirked an eyebrow. “Find something you like?” he asked. His voice was husky and low.
Allie leaned in so her lips brushed against his ear. “Something I’d like to have inside me,” she breathed. Her fingers curled around his length, and when he twitched against her palm, she couldn’t help but smile. She loved the effect she had on him, that he was as helpless to control his reaction to her as she was to him.
A low groan rumbled deep within his chest. “Let’s go,” he growled.
Wrapping his arm around her waist, he guided her through the train’s corridors until they reached the door to their cabin. Allie pressed herself against his back as he fumbled with the key, her hand reaching around to stroke him through his tuxedo pants. “Trouble with the lock?” she asked, not even bothering to stifle the giggle that bubbled up inside her.
Hudson gave a small laugh. “Perhaps if I wasn’t so distracted.” The sound of a lock unlatching was followed immediately by the creak of hinges as the door finally swung open. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he practically shouted.
Allie peered over Hudson’s shoulder. A promised, Andrew had indeed transformed the cabin into a cozy bedroom. The lamp on the small table had been left on, the fringed shade casting the room in a soft orange glow, and classical music was coming from what appeared to be an antique radio. Small chocolates had been left atop plumped feather pillows, and the luxurious linens had been turned down to entice the guests into bed. Only problem was, the accommodations consisted of two Pullman-style beds, one atop the other.
She followed him into the room and closed the door behind her.
“It’s fine,” she offered, attempting to head off the volcano that was no doubt about to erupt. “Authenticates the experience.”
Hudson met her reassuring smile with bewildered eyes. “It’s not fine, Allie. It’s anything but fine.” He shoved a frustrated hand through his hair. “This was supposed to be a romantic train ride through Europe and I’ve hardly had two minutes alone with you. Tea and tours and goddamn seating charts. And look at this place.” He flung his arms out wide. “It’s bad enough I have to go to the next car to take a piss, but fucking bunk beds?”
He yanked his bow tie loose as he made his way into the adjoining room, bumping into the luggage stand on his way to the makeshift sink and cursing under his breath.
“Who says we need a bed,” she murmured.
The seductive, breathy tone of her voice stopped Hudson in his tracks. He turned and his eyes followed her hands as she slowly lowered the zipper on the side of her dress. She peeled the fabric off her shoulder and down her arm so that it slipped from her body and pooled at her feet in a cloud of ivory silk. Beneath the gown she wore an ivory brocade corset and matching lace thong.
Hudson’s lips parted on a sharp intake of air as she stepped out of the dress. His hungry gaze traveled over every inch of her body, but he said nothing. He just watched her, his eyes dark with desire. Being like this for him, trussed up in ribbon and lace and sky-high heels while he stood there fully clothed, made her feel sexy and wanton and utterly his. Just thinking about how it would feel when he finally took her had her pressing her thighs together in an effort to relieve the pulsing ache between her legs.
“I take it you approve?” she whispered, though she already knew the answer. He was hard, his arousal a visible ridge against his fly.
His fiery gaze met hers and he nodded slowly. “Don’t stop.”
Allie’s heart pounded as she untied the ribbon that crisscrossed over the front of the corset. With a smooth tug the ribbon slid through the loops one at time until the fabric finally fell away. Hudson’s eyes flared at the sight of her hardened nipples and his tongue darted out to lick his lips.
The vibrations of the train hummed through her entire body, taking her need for him to an almost unbearable level. She wanted him so badly she trembled. Even though he stood on the other side of the cabin, she could feel the attraction that pulsed between them, same as it had been since the very first time she saw him on the beach all those years ago, a magnetic pull drawing her to him. But she fought the urge to reach for him, choosing instead to let the moment build as she waited for him to make his move.
His fingers flexed at his sides, but other than that he remained perfectly still. “This won’t be gentle,” he warned.
The rough, barely reined timbre of his voice made her core clench with greedy anticipation. She loved him gentle but she might have loved him wild even more. Because in those moments she knew he craved her with the same overwhelming desire she felt for him; knew he needed to be with her, against her, inside her, more than he needed his next breath. It was that knowledge that made the intensity of the feelings she had for him bearable. And it was what allowed her to trust him completely.
She lifted her chin. “Do it.”
He reached her in two strides, shoving both hands into her hair and tilting her head to the angle he wanted. His mouth covered hers, his skilled tongue invading, exploring, dominating. She clutched his hair with both hands and kissed him back, holding him to her as if he could somehow vanish into thin air.
“Too many clothes,” she breathed between desperate kisses. She shoved his jacket from his shoulders as he backed her against the wall of the small cabin. But when she reached for his belt he grabbed her hands, pinning both of them above her head with one of his while his other hand reached between her legs. With a tug he tore the scrap of lace away and then thrust two fingers deep inside her. Allie’s head fell back against the window on a low moan. She closed her eyes and focused on the sensations. The pulsing click of the wheels on the tracks, the howl of the wind rushing by the glass, and Hudson’s fingers pumping hard and quick into her quivering flesh.
“You want me.” The roughly spoken words were more statement than question, but she answered anyway.
“Yes. Now,” she panted.
He spun her, his weight pressing her against the cold glass, and she gasped from the feel of it on her overheated skin. It was dark outside the windows, nothing to see but the shadowed countryside lit by a sliver of moon. And no one to see them. Still, the thought of how they must look with Hudson’s body caging hers against the glass sent a thrill through her body.
“Ask me,” he growled.
“Please, Hudson, fuck me. Hard.”
He reached between them to unzip his fly and a heartbeat later he was grasping her hips and plunging forward, filling her in one long, punishing thrust. He groaned as he pulled out, then drove deep again and again. As promised, the sex was hard and fast. And exactly what she needed. The whole time his voice rasped against her ear, telling her how good it felt to push his cock into her, how he’d never been so hard, and no matter how many times he fucked her, it would never be enough.
His hand slid around her, his fingertips giving her the friction she craved. But still she wanted more. Mindless in her need to come, she arched into the glass, the rumbling motion of the train moving through his hand as he pressed hard against her sex. The rhythm of the metal moving beneath her while Hudson moved inside her was too much. Her legs shook and her fingers clawed at the glass, grasping in vain for something to steady herself as she spiraled into an orgasm that had her entire body quaking.