Annika smiled as memories from last night flickered across her mind: how he’d carried her to the bedroom, how he’d held her hands above her head once they were in bed, his face smiling above her own, her breath catching in her throat as he moved lower and lower down her body. How skilled he was with his tongue, and how generous, the way she’d arched her back, grabbing his hair, shaking as she came. The way he’d grabbed her waist when she was on top and clearly tried not to squeeze too hard as his pleasure peaked. The way they’d stared into each other’s eyes, drinking each other in. The way she’d felt so close to him—so protected, so completely safe and right.

She turned over under his arm and kissed the tip of his nose. “Good morning.”

Hudson’s eyes opened, and a slow, sexy smile spread across his face. “Good morning indeed.” Then he kissed her, slow and languorous and warm, his hands slipping down to caress her ass. “Mm,” he murmured against her mouth.

Annika laughed. “Didn’t you get enough last night? I feel like I burned off all the dinner and alcohol from the train.”

He gazed at her frankly. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

Annika felt her cheeks heat up and she snuggled under his chin, against his warm chest. “That’s … a pretty incredible one-eighty from the first time I saw you in my building.”

He chuckled. “I don’t know. I was pretty smitten with you from the beginning, Annika. I think you were the one who hated me. Remember the Nerf dart?”

She pulled back and gave him an outraged look. “I was mad! You couldn’t stop teasing me—not to mention one-upping me and sabotaging me at every turn.”

He rubbed a thumb over her lower lip. “Sabotaging you was just a way to pull you closer. I wasn’t sure you felt the same about me as I did about you. Until you kissed me drunkenly at the fountain.” He laughed.

All out of arguments, Annika stuck her tongue out at him.

He nipped at it with his teeth and then they were kissing, slow and deep and languid.

When they pulled apart, he cradled her face in his hands, searching her face, as if weighing something in his mind.

Annika smiled. “What?”

Hudson pulled back and got out of bed, leaving her cold as he padded out into the living room. “I have something for you.”

“Okay, but you should come back quickly before I turn into an icicle.” She snuggled farther into the blankets. “Although I do like to watch you walk away…”