“I thought we’d take Snake Road back. It’s beautiful this time of year.”
Allie looked at him with her mouth hanging open. “Snake Road?” Her voice was a couple octaves too high.
Hudson laughed. “It’s called ‘Snake Road’ because of the twists and turns.” His hand slipped under her chin. “Lift up, baby.”
Allie tilted her head back and he made quick work of her chinstrap. “It’s not longer that way, is it?”
He dropped a firm, quick kiss on her mouth. “So eager to get me naked again.” Grinning, he kicked his leg over the seat and put his helmet on. “Keep thinking those thoughts.”
Hudson rose up and slammed down on all that horsepower. The Harley roared to life beneath him and he was suddenly desperate to have the freedom of the road with her on his bike.
He held out his hand. “On you go.”
Allie placed her hand in his and swung her leg over, mounting the bike. Sliding forward, she wrapped her arms around his waist, her body becoming flush with his.
“You ready, baby?”
She nodded and her hold tightened on his waist.
Hudson cranked the throttle on the handlebar and the engine growled as they turned onto the road. He wound them down Snake Road for miles, the bike humming and throbbing beneath them as if it were alive. He took them over rolling hills and through valleys canopied by trees, where yellow leaves bled into orange, then flamed up red as they blurred by. They passed a couple bikers along the way, and one person stupid enough to tow a boat along the devil road, but otherwise they were alone. And with the open road ahead of them, they were almost untouchable. Hudson didn’t want their time together to end. He was selfish and greedy, and wanted more than just a few days alone with her.
Allie relaxed against his torso. He could feel every inch of her pressed intimately against him. Her perfect breasts against his back, her legs cradling his hips, and her hands sliding down his waist and across his groin. Her intrepid fingers stroked him through the denim of his jeans and his cock hardened instantly. He gripped the handlebars tighter. Soon all he could think about was the way the soft skin on the inside of her thighs would feel against his legs as he stroked in and out of her, slow and hard.
Hudson ground back on his molars. With each stroke of Allie’s hand his emotions and need for her became more volatile. He shifted the gears with smooth coordination and veered down a narrow stretch of road, pulling into a secluded picnic area at the edge of the lake. Turning the bike off, he engaged the kickstand and hung his helmet from the end of the handle bar.
“Come here.” Hudson slid an arm around Allie’s waist and pulled her across his body, her legs straddling his thighs. He removed her helmet and let it drop to the ground. Her hair was tangled at the ends and her cheeks were flushed from the crisp October wind. “We’re going to finish what you started.” His palms cupped her face and he seized her mouth as if he were only alive to kiss her, his lips moving desperately over hers. The dark fruits and sensuous spices of the Cabernet permeated his tongue and he moaned at the decadent taste.
Allie shoved her hands underneath his T-shirt. His abs tightened in a sequential rush as her hands smoothed down the ridges of his stomach to the top of his fly. Her fearless fingers popped the buttons one by one, releasing him from the confines of his jeans until he fell hot and heavy into her palms. His hips flexed as she took him with both hands. God, it felt good. Every time she touched him, it felt so good.
Hanging on to the last vestige of his control, he caught her bottom lip between his teeth and shuddered as her hand twisted over the head of his cock. Her skin was like satin against his and it reminded him of just how soft the rest of her body was.
“Allie . . .” His fist clenched in her hair and he took her mouth in a bruising kiss, starved to have any part of her in his mouth.
“Squeeze me,” he whispered hoarsely. Her hand tightened around him. “Again.”
Allie squeezed and her hands stroked down his shaft. His breath grew louder and harsher and his hips rocked uncontrollably. He was completely at her mercy as his hard length slid through her fists, her hands slick from his arousal.
His eyes flipped open. “Enough,” he panted. “Too close.”
Hudson could barely think straight. All he wanted to do was be inside her again. The need was so potent it defied all reason. Part of him wanted to take his time savoring her, but they were outdoors, at the side of a damn lake. He’d explore her body later. Right now desire overrode all logic.
He gripped Allie and kicked his leg over the bike. Without pause he folded her over the seat, unzipped her jeans, and yanked them down along with her panties in one sharp pull. He dropped to his knees and his hands coasted up the back of her thighs, spreading them wide. “Oh yeah, this is what I want.” Flattening his tongue, he licked right up the center of her and was blissfully lost.
His fingers dug into her ass as he captured her hot flesh with his lips. Allie let out a soft moan and her back arched, pushing herself onto his mouth. He brushed his stubble against her core, wanting her scent and taste on him until he was drunk with it, then sank his tongue inside. There was nothing better than being between her thighs, either with his mouth, his fingers, or his cock.
She cried out as his tongue lashed over her sex, devouring her with ruthless skill as if he were starving and she was the only nourishment that could satisfy him. Her thighs began to tremble under his hands. Without lifting his head he coaxed her with his voice and plunging tongue. “Let go, Allie.”
Allie threw her head back as she came in a violent rush. The sweet taste of her coated his tongue and yet he was still greedy for more.
Rising up behind her, he took himself in hand and stroked the blunt head of his cock between her slick folds, spreading the moisture of her arousal. He rolled his hips, opening her up, and with a powerful thrust pushed inside her. His breath exploded out of his mouth. “I’m so fucking deep.”
“Oh God, yes,” Allie moaned. She clawed at the leather seat and pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts. “Fuck me, Hudson. Harder.”
Hot damn, she was wild and untamed. And he loved it. Loved watching her let go of her inhibitions and shamelessly give in to her own pleasure. She was wet and on fire around him. For him. He was beyond fucking her; she was under his skin, the very breath in his lungs.
Leveraging at her hips, he powered into her with a single-minded ferocity, his body slapping against the curve of her ass. “Is this hard enough for you?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Please . . .” She reached down and gripped his hand on the side of her thigh, trying to pull him closer. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted. She was as out of control as he was.
“I can feel you getting ready to come.” He arched over her, his breath harsh on the back of her neck. He slid his free hand to the top of her sex and massaged the swollen flesh while he surged into her again and again, taking what he wanted as she gave herself over to him.
Allie cried out as her core tightened around him. The instant he filled her again, his cock kicked hard and every sensation magnified as he followed her with his own release.
They were both panting and leaning heavily on the bike as their senses returned. Hudson was shocked as shit the Harley was still upright.
“Wasn’t quite what I expected when I said let’s go for a ride. Not that I have any complaints.” He straightened, taking her with him. “Let’s go home. I plan on doing that again, but slowly. I want to spend hours inside you.”
Hudson swept her hair out of her face and pressed a lingering kiss to her mouth. As her lips yielded to his, a thought came out of nowhere: I need you. Don’t let us go.
Chapter Thirty-two