He kissed her throat as his fingers found her most sensitive spot. She moaned, her back arching as his fingers slipped and slid, working in circles, his voice coaxing her, bringing her to the balls of her feet, to the apex. “Oh god, Hudson,” she panted, her fingers digging into his strong shoulders. “I want you inside me.”

He grabbed her by the hips and picked her up. “Say it again,” he commanded, his voice low and husky, his eyes feverish with need.

Annika didn’t hesitate. “I want you. Now.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close, feeling his erection pressing against her, steel-hard.

He propped her against the wall, his mouth devouring hers before pulling back to murmur, “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this? Do you know how crazy you’ve been driving me, pushing me away and drawing me close?” He ran a hand through her hair, pulling her head back with just the right amount of force so he could nip at her throat.

“I thought about you even when I didn’t want to think about you,” Annika gasped, feeling the slick wetness at her core, wanting him inside her even as he stayed right on the edge, teasing. “You’re in my head all the time, messing with my sleep, my thoughts, my plans. Do you know how infuriating that is?”

Smiling that lopsided, wicked smile, he plunged inside her, filling her up in a way she’d never been filled. Her moans echoing in the enormous bathroom, Annika let herself get lost in a fog of pure ecstasy, her eyes closing.

They worked together in rhythm, his big hands cupping her breasts, tweaking and pulling her nipples, sending electric currents of desire and heat pulsing through her. She gasped his name, again and again and again, the frenzied need of the moment overtaking all her senses until his voice was all she could hear, his scent was all she could smell, and his lips were all she could taste. Their climaxes built together, until, at last, Hudson was calling out Annika’s name and she was clutching him, holding on as if he were her last hope.

Morning came in drifts and shakes, like confetti raining down from a brilliant blue sky. Annika’s eyes fluttered open. She was lying on her side, naked underneath an enormous white comforter, facing the window. The AC hummed lightly. They’d only drawn the gauzy curtain last night, not the blackout, so sunlight filtered in and warmed her face. She felt an arm around her waist, a big, warm body curled around hers, a chin resting lightly on the crown of her head. Hudson. She was still in Hudson’s room.