He kneed her legs apart. “Spread for me. I need to be inside you.” The weight of his body settled over hers and his erection lay hot and heavy just where she needed him most. He gazed down at her as he brought their bodies together. Once he was buried deep, he stilled. “Mine.”
“Yours,” Allie whispered in return, relishing the feel of him and knowing their connection was complete. He brushed his lips against hers as he began to slowly move, pulling back and then flexing into her with a deliberate, unhurried rhythm.
She groaned, needing more, needing him. “Please, Hudson . . .”
With a growl he slid deeper. Allie gasped, her swollen flesh tightening around him as he drew back. Their kiss deepened as he began to really move, his tongue fucking her mouth in time with each possessive thrust of his hips. Allie felt her insides begin to quicken as his body rolled against hers with measured determination. Her hand clutched the white sheet, her grip tightening with each relentless drive. She felt herself climbing higher and higher, then Hudson changed his angle, hitting a spot deep inside her, and a keening cry escaped her lips. Her head tipped back and her eyes drifted shut.
“Open,” he grunted.
Her gaze met his as a fiery orgasm rolled through her body, obliterating everything but the man moving hot and slick above her. “Fuck, Allie. That’s it. Look into my eyes as I come inside you.”
He came long and hard, his hips jerking in a powerful, unforgiving thrust as he poured himself into her. “I love you,” he whispered as he collapsed against her. The weight of him, pressing her into the mattress, soothed the aftershocks that racked her trembling frame.
“I love you, too,” she said. Her voice quivered as her body shuddered.
Hudson rolled onto his back, pulling her with him without ever breaking their connection. Allie nuzzled against his chest as he cradled her in his arms, and felt the pounding beat of his heart beneath her cheek. They lay in silence, neither one speaking as their collective breathing slowed, and all thoughts left her but one. Hudson was right: a lifetime would never be enough.
She wanted forever.
Chapter Twenty-one
Sunlight streamed through the window, waking Allie from the most amazing dream. Snow and candles and vows and tears and whispered words of love. Except it wasn’t a dream at all. It was her life, and she would spend the rest of it with the wonderful man asleep beside her on the bed.
He was draped across her with his head on her chest, one arm wrapped possessively around her waist and his legs entwined with hers. Allie stroked her fingers down his back and a ray of sunlight caught the facets of the diamond on her engagement ring. She lifted her hand. The ring Hudson had given her was absolutely perfect. An understated yet flawless oval solitaire set on a thin platinum band covered with smaller stones. It was simple and elegant and exactly what she would have selected.
“Do you like it?” Hudson asked, blinking up at her.
Allie met his gaze. The love reflected in his clear blue eyes took her breath away, leaving her momentarily speechless.
“If you’d rather something else,” he said, propping up on one elbow, “we can go back to the store together and—”
Allie pressed her fingertips to his lips. “I love it.” She leaned forward, replacing her fingers with a soft kiss. “But I love the man who gave it to me even more.”
“Mmm.” A low sound of approval vibrated in the back of his throat and his arm tightened around her waist. “And I you, Mrs. Chase.”
Warmth bubbled up inside her and a soft giggle escaped her lips.
Hudson reared back to look at her, lifting one brow. “Are you going to have that reaction every time I say your name?” The amusement in his voice made her smile widen even more.
“I just might.”
“Then I will have to make a point to keep saying it.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Every day for the rest of my life.”
“I like the sound of that,” she said, leaning into his touch. “So tell me, what’s the plan for day one of the rest of our lives?”
Hudson settled back on the pillow and pulled Allie across his chest. “I’m fine staying here all day.”
“Well, we have to eat at some point.”
He exhaled a heavy sigh. “Married not even twenty-four hours and already I’m second to food.”
“Hardly.” She laughed.
Hudson’s brow knit together. “To be honest, I hadn’t really given today much thought. I was so focused on the proposal and wedding, I didn’t plan anything for the rest of the weekend.” He smirked. “Aside from the obvious.”
“Sounds like the perfect honeymoon,” she said, her finger trailing over the defined slope of his pecs.
“Indeed. But you’re correct. We will need to eat something besides leftover wedding cake, which means we’ll need to go out.” He sucked in a sharp breath when she brushed over a particularly ticklish spot she’d recently discovered just below his ribs. He caught her hand and entwined his fingers with hers. “I’d take you into town, but—”
“But we can’t risk being seen.”
“Precisely.”
“Motorcycle helmets would make for a nice disguise, but it’s not exactly the weather for taking your bike out.”
“Enjoyed that, did you?”
“I did.”
An almost childlike enthusiasm lit Hudson’s face. “Get up,” he said, flinging the covers back. “Dress warm.”
With that, he climbed out of bed. The sight of his very fine, very naked backside as he strolled into the closet had Allie wishing she’d never mentioned food in the first place. And dress warm? What was that all about? Allie was positive Hudson wouldn’t risk a ride on his bike in the dead of winter. He’d been emphatic about safety when talking to Nick. So where the hell was he taking her?
A moment later Hudson emerged from the bathroom wearing a pair of dark jeans and a blue sweater that did crazy things to his eyes. “Meet you out back,” he said as he strode out of the room.
Allie scrambled out of bed and sifted through the closet for the warmest clothes she could find. Once she was dressed, she made her way downstairs and out onto the deck that circled the house.
The backyard, as Hudson called it, was acres of Wisconsin wilderness. Gently rolling hills stretched out as far as she could see, dotted with pine trees and covered with several inches of fresh white snow. Allie found her new husband at the foot of the rear staircase, just outside the garages that made up the first level of the three-story home. He was wearing a fitted black parka and a black motorcycle helmet with the tinted visor flipped down. If it weren’t for the fact that he was straddling a snowmobile instead of a motorcycle, she would have sworn she was living her very own Grease 2 fantasy.
“Where did this come from?” she asked.
Hudson flipped up his visor. His blue eyes sparkled in the late morning sun. “I purchased it when I bought the Harley. Wasn’t sure I’d have much use for it, though, until today.”
Allie smiled. “Guess it’s true what they say about boys and their toys.”
“That word evokes something entirely different in my mind,” he said, holding her gaze until the heat of his stare had her shifting on her feet. “Why Alessandra, is that the wind turning your cheeks pink, or have I made my wife blush?”
“You’re a naughty boy, Hudson Chase.”
“Hmm, you don’t know the half of it. Yet.” The rough timbre of his voice sent a shiver of desire through her. But instead of elaborating, Hudson merely reached for the extra helmet on the back of the Ski-Doo. “Here,” he said, as though he hadn’t just reduced her to a puddle. “These ought to keep anyone from recognizing either of us.”