You Make Me Weak (The Blackwells of Crystal Lake 1)

“Hold on,” he said, voice gruff. With one last nip at her breast and then a kiss that made her knees shake, Hudson moved toward the fireplace and rifled through a bag. He unfurled a large blanket onto the floor in front of the fireplace, but she was there pushing him back onto it before he could do or say a thing.

She grabbed the condom wrapper from his hands and smiled. “You really did think of everything.”

“I tried.”

She tore it open with her teeth. “I like that you’re so organized.” She stood over him, eyes smoldering at the look in his as he gazed at the junction between her legs.

“It’s one of my strong suits.”

She straddled him, smiled when he groaned and then swore, and she unrolled the condom over his cock. The muscles in his shoulders strained, and the look on his face was fierce. She leaned forward, her sensitive nipples grazing his chest as she kissed him again. God, he was like a fever she couldn’t shake. She needed to taste and touch, and she didn’t break contact as she slowly slid down on him.

He groaned against her mouth, and she nearly wept at how good he felt inside her. He’d been her first. Their connection was both organic and chemical. No one would ever satisfy her the way this man did.

They made love with a passion so raw and full of need, it left Rebecca speechless. Their bodies strained. Their hands clutched at each other. And when she came, it was his name on her lips. His body and mind that held hers. His soul that touched the very core of her being.

And yet as the aftershocks of their lovemaking rolled over her, Rebecca should have felt content. And wanted. And satisfied. But she didn’t. She slammed her eyes shut and held him, hating that fear was blossoming inside her.

Chapter 29

Hudson woke up with an uneasy feeling in his gut, and that was worrisome, because he’d learned a long time ago to listen to his intuition. He didn’t know when or what, but something was headed his way, and he was pretty damn sure, whatever that something was, it spelled trouble.

He rolled over but made no effort to get to his feet, because no way in hell was he giving up the warmth of the woman beside him. Instead, he watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she slept. She looked so damn relaxed and—a ghost of a smile touched his face as he reached for a long strand of hair that fell across her nose—so thoroughly loved. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her skin flushed from the touch of his hand. He wouldn’t be surprised if she ached in new places, because he’d been tenacious in his quest to love every single inch of her. And then some.

The fire had long since burned out, and while it was cool in the lodge, he wasn’t worried. Rebecca would be plenty warm beneath the pile of blankets they’d hauled out of the cupboard from one of the upstairs bedrooms. Restless, he slid from beneath the comforter, careful not to wake her and pulled on his jeans. He didn’t bother with a shirt and, barefoot, trudged over to the window. Dawn was breaking, and the horizon was lit up with streaks of gold that illuminated the frost-covered tips of the trees in a shimmery haze. Fog slithered across the still-unfrozen lake, long plumes of white shadow that moved in the breeze.

It was going to be a gorgeous day up here, and Hudson had Rebecca all to himself until Sunday night. He was going to make the most of it. With one more look at the still-slumbering form, he headed to the kitchen and got busy preparing a feast of eggs, bacon, hash browns, and cornbread. In no time, he whipped together something to be proud of, and he’d just poured himself a coffee when Rebecca slipped into the kitchen, wearing nothing but his plaid shirt and a smile. It hung to mid-thigh, and even though the sleeves fell past her hands and covered more than it showed, she looked sexy as hell. With her tumbled hair and sleep-heavy eyes, she was something to behold.

He took a mental picture, because it was one he’d be pulling out in the future.

“What’s all this?” she asked, voice sleep heavy and sexy as hell.

“I brought it up yesterday.”

“You were sure of yourself.” There was a teasing lilt to her words, and he smiled.

“Of what?”

“Sure that I’d still be here.”

“Can’t help it. I’ve always been an optimist. And besides…” He shot her a wicked grin. “I’m pretty good in the sack, so I assumed you’d be up for more.”

She picked up a tea towel and threw it at him. He loved this. This ease they’d managed to find.

They ate a hearty breakfast and talked about anything that struck their fancy, but nothing that really mattered. It was as if they were both ignoring the elephant in the room—which he supposed they were—but Hudson was content to just be with Rebecca and ignore anything that might spoil the moment.

He’d told her to bring boots and warm clothing, and after a quick showe

r, they both got dressed. Rebecca was just pulling on her boots when she stopped and looked at him quizzically.

“You don’t find it funny that this place has been renovated and updated? The bathroom we used is nicer than the one I just installed in my house.”

Hudson buttoned his shirt and dropped a kiss on her nose. “Maybe Jake’s thinking of reopening.”

“He never said anything?”

He shook his head. “Nope.”

“Weird.”