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Palmer
I step into the plush hotel room my uncle remodeled years ago when he bought the hotel and turned it into the go-to resort in Alaska.
The king-sized bed is a beacon for what’s going to happen here, wrapped in a big white comforter with fluffy pillows. A comforter we’ll share, that we’ll lie naked under. The last time we had sex, we were drunk and didn’t care where we were getting it on.
Look how far we’ve come. He paid an ungodly amount for a room when we each have a house less than ten minutes away. That, and we’re both stone-cold sober and very aware of what we’re doing. Knowing the chances we’re taking, the repercussions.
My anxiety ramps up and panic rises inside me.
Hudson wraps his arms around my waist, nuzzling his head into my neck. “Relax. You should know I don’t have any condoms on me. I didn’t come here thinking about what might happen after my spiel. But I always used a condom with Theresa.”
“I’m on the pill, you know that.” After Adley was born, I went on it right away.
“There’s no pressure from me. We can do other stuff.” His hand traces a path down my arm, and I repress a shiver.
“I want to feel you inside me, Hudson. We don’t need a condom.”
I feel his body relax behind mine. “Can I take your implants out?”
I nod.
He draws back and reaches along my ear, removing my right cochlear implant. His touch is soft and gentle, just as he’s always been with me. I want to thank him for understanding me so deeply. He’s leading me to where we both want to go slowly because he knows I’m not as comfortable as he is with affection.
After he takes off my right cochlear implant, he takes off my left, and I close my eyes at the silence. He must put them on the dresser, but his hands are back around my waist and his face returns to my neck, placing soft and sweet kisses there. Then he slides my hair over my shoulder, his lips exploring the back of my neck.
My eyelids flutter, but I keep them open, my hands reaching back to his thighs, wanting to feel the connection to him.
He feels so good, I want to turn around. I want to kiss him, touch his face, and look into his eyes, but I don’t want him to stop this exploration of my body. The only other time we were together, it was fast and crazy. Yeah, it was the hottest sex I’ve ever had, but this time, I want to enjoy him taking his time.
Shifting his attention to the other side of my neck, he moves my hair again, and I arch my neck, allowing him full access. A cool breeze flows along the side of my body from him unzipping my dress. With a feather-light touch, he lowers the strap of my dress and I help by sliding out my arm. We repeat the same on the other side and the fabric drops, exposing my bra-covered breasts.
His hands find my hips, and he turns me around, his eyes meeting mine before dropping down to see my barely covered breasts. I’ve never allowed a man to stare unapologetically at my body. My self-confidence isn’t as high as it could be since I’m not exactly thin. And the last time Hudson saw me like this, although I doubt he remembers, my stomach didn’t bear the light stretch marks they do now.
My self-consciousness wins, and I cross my arms over my stomach.
His head tilts, and he shakes his head, then pries my arms away. His thumbs run across the length of the stretch marks, and he smiles. My breath hitches as I watch him, feeling his intimate touch over the marks that are proof of me bearing our daughter. Tears prick my eyes.
Hudson continues, his hands falling down, sinking under the waist of my dress, pushing the fabric down over my hips. It pools on the floor, and he falls to his knees, placing his lips on the stretch marks.
He draws back and signs the word beautiful.
I want to shake my head and tell him he’s crazy, but I don’t. My hands run through the silky strands at the back of his head while his lips travel a path up my torso, until he’s standing over me again.
He’s way too overdressed, so I reach for the hem of his shirt and slide my hands underneath, feeling the smoothness of his stomach, the grooves of his abs. His T-shirt rises with my movement, and he reaches back to the neckline and pulls it up and over his head.
He’s so hot—why am I just enjoying this now? Especially since Hudson is so much more than just a hot male.
He runs his fingers down my arm until my hand is secure in his. When he leads me over to the bed, I sit on the edge, and my fingers go to the button on his jeans. I pull down his pants and his boxer briefs while he caresses my shoulders and neck. Once he’s naked in front of me, his cock springs up. He’s gifted in that department too. Because I was drunk the night we were together, I barely remember the feeling of him inside me. I just remember thinking how good it felt.
I inch forward, but he holds me back with his hands on my shoulder. I look up and he shakes his head, smirking. He eases me down until my back hits the soft mattress, and he hooks his fingers into the sides of my thong, pulling it down my legs and disposing of it on the floor.
I scoot up on the bed to give us more room, and he places one knee down and leans down, getting on his stomach. His hands glide up the inside of my thighs, and he again casts teasing kisses along my sensitive flesh until he reaches my core.
The stroke of his tongue surprises me, and my back rises off the mattress. He picks up his head, a playful smile on his lips before he disappears between my legs again. He laps at me with deep and dragging licks. My skin burns, and my body craves more. He gives it to me without me having to ask, his mouth closing over my clit, sucking it into his hot, wet mouth. I tug at his hair, my back flying off the mattress.
His arms slide under my legs, pulling me harder against his face while he continues to manipulate my body, giving me the pleasure I seek until my orgasm crashes down, and my eyes roll back in my head. He allows me to ride out the orgasm, but I need more. I need him inside me as I look into his eyes.
Being deaf, sex can be hard at times. I can’t hear the noises my partner makes. The small grunts and moans and growls from enjoying an act that takes you to the brink of losing control. There’s no dirty talk unless I’m on top and still have my implants on, so I have to go off feel and look. So I want to stare into his eyes and watch him come.
