Page 55 of Too Broken to Love

“Get up and go find that man and thank him properly.”

Tessa’s hand shook as she pulled her robe tighter around her waist. Holding Fluffy under one arm, she knocked on Hudson’s door.

Trust was a risk she’d taken before. Her decision to trust the boy at the beach had blown up in her face, but she couldn’t live another day in this house with secrets between her and Hudson.

Hugging the dog for good luck, she knocked again.

Still nothing.

Desperate to see him before she lost her nerve, she tried the doorknob. It opened with a loud click. Pushing her way in, her blood whooshing in her ears, she stuck her head through the doorway. “Hudson?”

Without waiting for an answer, she slipped inside. Hints of bourbon and cinnamon scones greeted her as she stepped through the sunbeam on the hardwood floor and peered into the bedroom. The sound of running water murmured in her ears. A thin cloud of steam wafted through the partially open bathroom door like an invitation. Creeping closer, she crossed to the wonder that awaited behind the veil.

Her stomach flipped as the back of Hudson, swathed in ethereal steam, materialized before her eyes. He stood center stage in the shower, one hand braced on the smooth expanse in front of him, his head hung low.

She moved closer. Water lit by sunlight sluiced down his shoulders in sparkling ribbons. She couldn’t halt the hitch in her breath as the fluid streams converged on his spine and funneled between ass cheeks so solid she could anchor herself in his strength and ride out a storm.

His free arm moved to wash the lower part of his torso. Steam electrified every nerve ending in her body. She gripped the edges of her robe with both hands so she didn’t touch the charged bundle between her legs.

Bending his knees, he angled himself oward the powerful jets set into the wall. He moaned, loud and heavy, and so guttural she pressed her legs together to stop her own source of wetness from sliding down her legs.

She should turn and leave. No, run. Once he accepted the classified opportunity at the Pentagon, how was she supposed to go back to mere mortals?

A moan that sounded like her name grated over the cascading water. He shifted his stance. Her heart stopped beating. He hadn’t been washing the front of his body this whole time. He’d been…

Her breath stuttered as he turned to fully face her.

With a smirk on his lips, he pumped his long, thick cock in his hand with a languid stroke, like he knew she was there the whole time.

The stuffed dog fell from under her arm.

Her lungs quit working.

His hand kept stroking.

His gaze didn’t falter, but her knees did as she reached back for the counter and caught herself.

“Don’t you dare run, little thief. Stay right where you are and watch me come.”

She bit her lip. No way was she running.

And no way was she just watching.

Stepping over the dog, she abandoned her plan to confess her shady past for another time.

He pushed the door open with his free hand. With his fist gripped around the base of his engorged cock, he stepped to the edge of the shower.

Lust-laced steam and the fresh scent of soap drifted into her nostrils.

As he glided his hand up and over the thick veins cording his length, a drop of desire glistened on the tip like liquid sun.

A smile twitched the corners of her mouth as she knelt on a soft throw rug and pressed her knees together. Shifting her hips, she reached for him.

“Tessa.”

He hissed her name like a prayer as she wrapped her hand around him and gasped at the contrast of unforgiving and hard.

He quaked and hissed again. Water sprayed from his hips and spattered her face. She darted out her tongue and licked the tip of his cock. Salt and sex exploded across her tastebuds.