Chapter 98

Hudson's POV Hudson was about to lose his mind. His skin ran cooler than Christina's. That was why she kept clinging to him. But the coolness didn't last. The moment her lips touched his chest, heat exploded through him. His body reacted instantly. Being fated mates made every touch electric, magnified beyond what he'd feel with anyone else. He sucked in air, fighting for control as her leg hooked around his hip. She was destroying his shirt, pulling and clawing at the fabric with the same desperate need she'd shown that night at the hotel. She had no idea what she was doing to him; pure instinct drove her, seeking coolness for her fever. Her hands mapped his chest with determination. His throat felt like sandpaper. Speaking was impossible. At first, he'd tried to be reasonable. She had a fever. She was burning up. Maybe even hallucinating. Someone had to stay in control. But it was getting impossible by the second. Every time she made those soft, frustrated sounds when he pulled away,