AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Hudson remained quiet as he placed his arm behind me. “Does sex make you uncomfortable?”
I could feel his body heat, he was so close. A tingle formed in the pit of my stomach, and I tried to ignore it. “It doesn’t.”
“Then why are you getting embarrassed?”
“I’m just a private person. I wouldn’t want anyone to hear me with my partner,” I said. “Besides…” I let my words fade. There was no way I’d admit to not having great sex. I’d had decent sex, good sex even, but nothing earth shattering.
I spent the majority of my time with the same man every day. Being around Hudon constantly was turning me into someone who was needy and hopeful. I swore off men a couple years ago because I didn’t want to become like Aunt Cheryl or end up with another guy like the ones I dated. Hudson wasn’t like any of my exes. He was not someone I was sleeping with. In all likelihood, that was why things between us were so nice. I didn’t know why, but that possibility twisted my stomach into knots.
He was a good guy. Why couldn’t I trust that? I desperately wanted to trust in the peace Hudson brought into my life.
“Besides…?” His voice was oddly deeper. No, he was closer. I hadn’t noticed he’d leaned toward me until I turned, and his breath touched my cheek.
I inhaled his woodsy scent, flexing my fingers when I craved to reach out for him. “Why are you so close?”
“I couldn’t see you.” His voice was definitely huskier.
I shivered and turned my body so that I faced him, and we were no longer so close. His palm found my shoulder, rubbing my shirt. “I should go back to bed,” I whispered, but I didn’t want to leave his side.
Shit. Hudson had no idea what a needy little creature I was becoming for him.
“No, read. I’ll leave you alone,” he replied.
My skin heated beneath my shirt. His hand moved to my back and stilled. When he pulled up a strand of my damp hair, he murmured, “I was beginning to think you didn’t wash your hair anymore.”
I scoffed, yanking the lock from his fingers. “Of course, I wash my hair.”
“I haven’t seen you with wet hair since I blow-dried your hair weeks ago.”
The man had sat right beside me and touched me like he had a right to. If he had been Michael or any other man, I would have told him to stop rubbing my shoulder. Honestly, I didn’t believe my roommate had any idea of the wild thoughts he was causing when he caressed me so innocently. Was that why I allowed him to touch me so freely? Because he didn’t have indecent images of me like I had about him? Or was it because I felt safe with him. I anticipated each word and touch when it came to him.
I clicked the power button on my Kindle, plunging us into darkness. There was a small bit of moonlight peeking through the curtain, but not enough to see Hudson.
My heart raced as I breathed slowly, waiting.
“I’ll go get the blow-dryer,” he said, standing and walking away.
The longer I stared into the dark, the more I could make out the objects in the room. A door creaked upstairs, and I heard someone walking. Holly or Roger must be going to the bathroom. I stood deathly still until Hudson flipped on the lamp. I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the dim light. Hudson dropped down on the floor and beckoned for me to sit between his legs.
My pussy clenched. It was obvious my body was getting the wrong idea when it came to Hudson. There was no way the man could bearound me all the time and not feel anything, unless he wasn’t interested. His body must not feel like it could melt like mine did every time we touched. That was what he was doing to me. Melting me with all his compassion toward me. If he finally admitted everything, he did for me was out of pity, I might cry.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as I plopped down.
“I’m sleepy,” I said, which wasn’t a lie. The actual truth, I was freaking myself out when it came to the man behind me. “Holly and Roger will probably hear the blow-dryer, right?”
“Good. Aggravate them for a while instead.”
I laughed as he hit the power button. The heat blew into me, and I moaned. He ran his fingers through my hair, and it felt so nice. Hudson shouldn’t be playing with my hair.
His chest pressed into my back. “Am I putting you to sleep?”
Closing my eyes, I nodded. There was no point in denying it. I wondered if that was what being spoiled felt like. If so, it wasperfect.
I let the heat seep into my bones, and a soft, warm touch pressed against my forehead.
???
I woke to warmth and a delicious, woodsy man smell. The heat I felt wasn’t from my cover, though. And that familiar scent belonged to the man of the house. A man I shouldn’t be touching. I stiffened, my eyes slowly opening to darkness. The source of my comfort was the man I was snuggled against. A large arm was draped over me. When I moved my face, I froze again. Great. I was pretty sure my nose had been in his armpit. He smelled so good.
