He glanced down and caught her staring. “See something you like?”
She ignored his obvious innuendo, choosing instead to address the much bigger issue. “What are you doing here?”
“Going after what’s mine.” He slid into the seat beside her. His eyes never left hers as he efficiently fastened his seat belt. The intensity of his stare was overwhelming and she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from blurting out everything that had happened over the past two days. The urge to throw herself into his arms was almost more than she could bear. What she wouldn’t give to have him hold her, to feel his hands stroking her hair, to hear his voice whispering in her ear, telling her they could face anything as long as they were together. But Julian had insured that was no longer an option, and in order to keep Hudson safe she had to do as she’d been instructed. So instead of telling him how relieved she was to see him, she laid into him for poaching her friend’s ticket.
“Where is Harper?” she asked as the plane pushed back from the gate.
“I imagine right about now she’s somewhere over the Atlantic, enjoying a lovely meal on a leather sofa, which is more than I can say for our current accommodations.”
Thinking the best defense was a good offense, she shot back, “No one asked you to take this flight.”
“Did you expect that I would return to Chicago without finding out what the hell is going on? You know me better than that, Alessandra.”
“I told you on the phone—”
“Save it. You didn’t tell me shit on the phone.”
“I told you it’s over, Hudson.” Her throat tightened as she forced out the words. “And I mean it this time.”
“Everything was going fine, better than fine.” He paused and a muscle in his jaw flexed. “Until that asshole called.”
The plane surged forward, hurtling down the runway. Allie’s stomach sank as the wheels lifted from the ground, but the sensation had little to do with gravity and everything to do with the pained expression on Hudson’s face.
“In fact, I can pin down the day and time that he did. Because that was the moment I felt you start to slip through my fingers.”
Of course he had sensed the change. And he was right. Everything had been absolutely perfect until the morning Julian texted her that grainy black-and-white photo. Somehow she had to convince Hudson there was no connection. “Julian only called because he wanted his ring back.”
“Yes, Harper filled me in on the details that brought her to Paris. But it wasn’t about a goddamn ring, was it?”
“Two separate issues, Hudson. My decision to end things is based on us. It has nothing to do with Julian.”
“Bullshit,” he practically shouted.
Allie glanced around. The lights in the cabin had been dimmed in dereference to the passengers sleeping or watching in-flight movies on the monitors installed in the seat backs in front of them. A few were engrossed in e-readers or magazines and the woman across the aisle was playing solitaire on her tablet. Yet nearly all of them looked up at the sound of Hudson’s outburst. “Keep your voice down, please,” she whispered.
Hudson rested his elbow on the console between their two seats and leaned closer. When he spoke his voice was low and rough, and held the hard edge of unmistakable determination. “Julian is a man who is always working the sidelines. And I know there are no circumstances under which you would take that fucker’s call, much less agree to meet with him, unless your hand was forced. What stings the most is that you lied to me. You didn’t even give me the opportunity to help you handle the matter. So cut the shit and tell me what in the hell is going on.”
He held her gaze but she held her ground. With a heavy exhale he sat back against the leather seat. “Fine. I’ll wait. We have nine hours until we land in Chicago, so at some point you’re going to start talking. And Allie, there’s not an ‘if’ anywhere in that damn sentence.”
“Ladies and gentlemen, our pilot has turned off the fasten seat belts sign. You are free to move about the cabin.”
Thank God. Allie unbuckled her seat belt and bolted for the cluster of bathrooms in the middle of the plane. But when she tried to close the door an arm shot out to block it. Hudson stepped into the small lavatory, locking the door behind him. The space was tight and cramped, with barely a few inches between them.
“You can’t come in here.”
He smirked. “I believe I just did.”
“What if someone saw you?”
“Half the plane heard us arguing, Alessandra. They’ll assume we’re seeking privacy to have the requisite makeup sex.”
“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of.”
“No, it’s not.” He loomed over her in the tight quarters, enveloping her in his rich, masculine scent. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, see the dark desire that burned in his blue eyes.
Allie stepped back, bumping against the small sink. There was nowhere to go. No escape from the man who at the moment was both her temptation and torment. “Excuse me?”
“It’s not what the people out there are thinking that has you worried. It’s what you’re thinking that has your pulse racing.” His voice lowered to a husky drawl. “Because despite all the bullshit you’re attempting to feed me, right now you’d like nothing more than to have my cock buried deep inside you.”
His crude words had her sucking in a sharp breath but there was no denying their effect. Heat pulsed through her core and her nipples tightened against the rough lace of her bra. “Don’t.”
“A poker face was never your strong suit.” His eyes roamed over her. “I can read you like an open book, Alessandra, and right now you’ve got that fuck-me look. Say it. Tell me you want my cock claiming you.”
“Hudson . . .”
His lips hovered inches from hers. “Let me have you, Allie. Tell me you want me.”
“Yes,” she breathed.
In a heartbeat his mouth slanted over hers. The feel of his lips moving strong and insistent against hers was all it took to break through her last defense. In a rush of dizzying relief she moaned her surrender. He took full advantage, deepening their kiss with lush sweeps of his tongue.
“Are you ready for me? Because I can’t wait. I have to feel you around my cock. Now.”
His untamed need sent a surge of pure lust coursing through her veins. She reached between them and began unbuckling his belt. “People might hear us,” she panted, her protest lacking the conviction of her frantic fingers.
“There is no one else, Allie. Just us.”
And in that moment, it was true. There weren’t hundreds of people just outside the door or even threats looming over their heads. Nothing existed but the two of them and a driving hunger to be joined on the most intimate level.
His hands skimmed down her hips to the hem of her skirt, pushing the fabric up as his palms glided over her skin. In one swift move he lifted her onto the edge of the small sink, positioning her at the perfect angle. He spread her legs, his hands smoothing along the inside of her thighs, until his fingertips found the soaked satin of her panties. His breath hissed and his grip tightened around the edge of the delicate fabric. Allie felt a sharp tug as his fingers shredded the material and then a rush of cool air against her core.