Page 53 of Cabin Fever Baby
“Usually, oral isn’t my first go to. I don’t mind it, but for you…” I felt him harden, poking against my lower belly. “Seeing you stare down at me as I sucked you deep.”
“Jesus, Ocean.”
I laughed as I slid back to his knees and off of him to put my feet down. I lowered my mouth to his crotch, my teeth grazing over the tent of his sweats before I stood and took the bowls off the end table and sauntered into the kitchen.
When I got out of sight, I sagged against the counter.
What the hell had gotten into me?
My whole body was strung so tight, I was ready to take the edge off on my own.
“There’s no rule about watching you get yourself off, Angel.”
I spun around at his voice. The room had gotten dark as we fooled around and he was in the shadows, backlit by the Christmas tree.
The dark helped bring back the bold Ocean that lived inside for him. My hand rose to cup my breast. “You want to watch me?”
“I always want to watch you. Listening to you groan my name makes me insane.”
“Hudson,” I said quietly with a purr as I tightened my grip on my breast.
“Make yourself feel good, Angel. Let me watch you.”
Slowly, I nodded and walked toward him. His throat worked as I eased by him and strolled back into the living room.
Instead of returning to the couch we’d been sitting on, I sat on the one across from it, my back to the fireplace. The unholy wind and sleet beating at the window barely registered above my pounding heart.
Hudson followed, sitting on the couch across from me. He widened his legs, and I could see how hard he was under his dark sweatpants, the length of him tenting the material deliciously.
I swallowed deeply, on the verge of asking for a show of my own. Though I was getting one even without voicing the demand.
He sat back, his arm resting across the top of the cushion. The snow whirling behind him, sticking to the icy window. The Christmas tree lighting one side of his face, leaving the other in shadow.
This game had taken on a whole different feel. I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands, myself, or how to temper my skittering heartbeat.
I grabbed the hem of my shirt, and he shook his head. “With your clothes on. If you show me that golden skin, this is over.”
My mouth tipped up at one corner. “Can’t resist me?” That was more empowering than I wanted to think about right now.
“No.”
The vulnerability in that one word made my chest ache. It seemed patently unfair for me to meet someone as amazing as Hudson when there was no chance for a future.
When I was terribly afraid I’d never meet anyone like him again.
So, I needed to make every minute, every hour, and every day count.
I slid my hand into the waistband of my pants, a little embarrassed about how slick I was. I released a shaky breath and slipped even lower, my gaze locked on him.
On those dark eyes that saw far too much.
FIFTEEN
4 Days til Christmas
I triedto quiet my raging heartbeat. I wanted to hear every sigh and illicit sound she made.
Her blue eyes flared wide, as if she was shocked at how excited she was already. The firelight turned her wild hair into spun gold and the festive glow from the tree scattered most of the shadows.