What the hell had just happened?
Minutes ago, she’d been moaning with pleasure, gone limp with the aftermath of a good, hard o****m. Hudson had been good with that. Great with it. She’d looked so uncertain, so self-conscious about her scars, he’d just wanted to do something to make her realize how desirable she really was. Hell yes, he wanted her. He was still breathing and she was…amazing. Not because of that devastating intelligence—though that was sexy, too—but because of what she’d endured, how she’d come out stronger and so full of thirst for life. Those scars on her legs represented excruciating pain, both from the accident and the surgeries and physical therapy after. She still hurt, though she didn’t let it slow her down. He had no idea how much being around him made her think of
