Emily McKay - The Hudson's - Luc, Jack and Charlotte

“I like it,” he said. “I want more. If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll forget that we’re lying on sleeping bags in a barn and I’ll take you again.”

She ran her tongue over his lips in a provocative motion that made him grow harder. “Would that be so bad?”

Swearing under his breath, he pulled her on top of him and positioned her over his aching hardness. She slid down, taking him fully inside her.

He moaned in pleasure. Sliding his hands over her round derriere, he flexed his pelvis upward. She sank down and rose above him, then slid down again.

Her breasts brushed his chest. He wanted more, more more…. She rose again, her breasts swaying inches from his face. Reaching upward, he took one of her nipples into his mouth. She tasted so sweet and felt like liquid sex, squeezing him, milking him.

He gave in to the erotic motion, devouring her shudders of pleasure, plunging into her. It didn’t take long before the tension inside him became almost painful.

She kept riding him, and it was as if she was determined to squeeze his release from him with her delicious velvet femininity. Luc arched against her in a mind-blowing climax. He should have been done. But he wanted more of her.

The next morning Gwen awakened from a short nap with gritty eyes and a sense of being alive that she hadn’t felt in forever. She turned over the care of Pyrrha to a trusted worker and arranged for a sign to be posted instructing that the mare’s door remain shut. On the way back to the house, Luc’s cell phone began to ring. After listening to the caller, he shot Gwen a dark look.

“Thank you, but no. I’m not an actor and never wanted to be. I wish you every success with your film, Naked Bachelors of L.A . Goodbye.” He turned to Gwen and shook his head. “At this rate I may to need to hire a publicist for my—”

His cell rang again and he swore under his breath. “Luc Hudson,” he said in a terse voice. “Thank you, but no. I’m not interested in writing a how-to book on sexual techniques for men. Goodbye.”

Wincing, Gwen stepped up her pace, but Luc caught her from behind and pulled her against him. “You have caused a lot of trouble for me.”

Unable to keep herself from giggling, she turned to face him and shrugged. “I was just telling the truth. You can’t blame me for that.”

His gaze darkened, and the intimacy they’d shared hovered between them. “I could say the same about you, but I wouldn’t want men dying in Montana blizzards while they beat a path to get to you.”

She shook her head at the ridiculous suggestion. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it would cause so much trouble.”

“I’ll forward this line to my assistant and use another cell phone for a while. I’ll just tell them I’m busy with my fiancée,” he said with a sexy chuckle. “How do you plan to keep me busy?”

Her heart skipped over itself at the expression on his face. She could think of lots of ways they could keep each other busy, and all of them made her feel hot even though the current temperature was in the single digits. Unsure of what she was dealing with, she pulled on a straight face. “We have a lot of manure that needs to be shoveled.”

“You witch,” he said, pulling her off her feet and throwing her onto his shoulder. He marched to the house. “I’ll show you how to keep me busy.”

Despite his lack of sleep, Luc would have taken Gwen straight to bed if his cell phone hadn’t rung again. He almost hit the ignore button before he saw Devlin’s cell number on the caller ID. “It’s my brother,” he said to Gwen. “I should take it.”

“I’ll take a shower,” she said.

“Hey, Dev,” he said.

Devlin started right in. “What the hell—”

“You told me to take care of the Nicki McCord problem. That’s what I’m doing.”

“And this stuff about Gwen McCord saying you’re hell on wheels in bed? Was that part of the plan?”

Dev always cringed whenever personal information about the family was leaked. He didn’t want anything affecting the bottom line he so carefully protected. “You’re just jealous that it’s not you,” he said.

A pause followed. “I have my own projects. Just make sure the Hudsons don’t look like a joke. That’s never good for business.”

Luc shrugged out of his jacket and pulled off his hat. “It wasn’t planned,” he admitted. “She did it as a joke. But as long as I downplay it, I figure it will just add to our mythical status.”

“Are you saying she doesn’t have intimate knowledge? Because heaven help us if she gets desperate for money and decides to sell an exposé on her sexual fling with the Hudsons.”

“She couldn’t be less interested in doing an exposé. She’s focused on this horse-rescue operation,” Luc said.

“Sounds like she’s sold you,” Dev said. “You’re not getting sucked into another rescue scheme, are you?”

“I appreciate your brotherly concern, but I can handle this.”

A long silence followed. “Okay,” Dev said. “Just one more thing. Is she as beautiful as she used to be?”

“More,” Luc said.

Dev chuckled. “Maybe you could talk her into making a comeback with Hudson Pictures.”

“She says she’s not interested.”

“They all say that, but when the right role is offered…”

Luc shrugged. “We’ll see.”

“Okay, you’ll be bringing her back to L.A. in a week or so, won’t you?”

“That’s the plan,” he said but felt conflicted about it. He felt as if he’d just discovered the Garden of Eden, and he wasn’t inclined to leave it. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Later, hot pants,” Dev said and hung up.

Luc rolled his eyes and turned his cell phone to Silent. He needed to think, and a shower was a good place to start. He walked to the bathroom, ditched his clothes and turned on the shower.

Stepping in front of the hot spray, he did what came naturally to him. He put together a strategy for him and Gwen. She was like honey in his hands, and he had no intention of staying away from her. She must be attracted to him, because of the way she responded to him. Whatever was happening between them felt explosive, but they weren’t kids. This could be controlled.

Gwen rubbed the towel over her wet hair, trying to rub some sense into her head. Had she lost her mind? Literally hitting the hay with Hollywood’s hottest PR man.

Maybe a fling was just what she needed. Except it didn’t feel the same way a fling should. The attraction was too deep. Sure, Luc’s body was amazing, and the way he had made love to her had taken her to a whole new level of pleasure, but…

Swearing under her breath, she dipped her head forward, picked up her blow-dryer and began to dry her hair, her mind spinning a mile a minute. Maybe they should stop now. After all, this entire situation, combined with a fake engagement, added up to pure insanity.

“Crazy, crazy, crazy,” she whispered to herself. She turned her head and her gaze encountered a pair of feet and muscular calves beneath a white towel. Of its own volition, her gaze rose, encountering a white towel slung low over narrow hips, a white scar slashed across tanned skin, a washboard abdomen, breathtaking pecs and well-defined arms.

She met his gaze and dropped the blow-dryer.

“Whoa,” he said, picking it up and turning it off. “Sorry I startled you.”

She pulled her cozy yellow robe more tightly around her. “You did,” she said, her gaze slipping to his chest again. She dragged her eyes to meet his. “Surprise me.”

“I thought you might be backtracking—second-, third-guessing what we did last night,” he said. “Repeatedly.”

“Well, I was thinking,” she confessed.