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“I don’t want you to be.” I bite my lip and suck in a deep breath when I feel him line himself at my entrance. “Hudson,” I cry out when he pushes inside, going as deep as he can and planting himself there for a long moment. “Hudson.” I push back, urging him to move.
“I just want to feel you for a minute. Fuck, Lennon, you feel so good.” The gravelly way he says it nearly brings me to my knees.
As desperate as I am, I let him have his moment, not able to deny how incredible it feels to have him resting heavily inside of me.
Hudson leans forward slightly, placing both my hands on the shower wall in front of me. “Brace yourself, babe.” He kisses my shoulder and straightens behind me, his hands going to my hips.
Sliding out of me slowly, he hisses when he stops with just the tip inside.
“Fuck, Lennon. The things you do to me.” He plunges into me so forcefully I nearly lose my balance. “This is gonna be quick. You feel too fucking good,” he growls, establishing a fast and steady pace. His fingers bite into my hips. Wet skin slapping wet skin.
My hands press harder against the wall as I push back, meeting Hudson thrust for thrust. I’m crazy for him, drunk on the feel of him inside me, consumed by the incredible ache building in my lower belly.
This is what I needed–to be reminded what this man makes me feel and how he makes me feel it. Both emotionally and physically. To be reassured that he wants me, and right now I know he does.
In how he holds me, how he breathes my name, how he moves inside of me like he won’t ever be able to get enough.
And just like that I come undone. Crying out so loud my voice echoes off the bathroom walls around us. The waves of pleasure overcome me, one after another in an endless cycle of pleasure until Hudson finally succumbs behind me. He growls, his face pressing to the middle of my back as the heat of his release pours into me.
He pumps two more times and stills, his arm wrapping around my chest seconds later to pull me upright against him.
“I love you.” He kisses down my neck, pellets of water peppering his face as he does.
“I love you.” And it’s the truth, finally finding a calm within me.
I protest when he slides out of me and turns me in his arms. Pushing wet hair away from my face, he gently cups my cheeks.
“I’m never going to get enough of this. Of you.”
“Good.” I smile, pressing up to kiss his mouth.
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“Peanut butter or peanutbutter?” I question, leaning into the pantry.
It wasn’t until after another round that we finally exited the shower, neither of us able to stand the cold water past that point. Hudson is leaning against the kitchen counter next to me looking like a million bucks in his white tee and black boxer briefs, his hair still wet from the shower, while I’m snuggled in my big fluffy robe.
“Hmmm. Peanut butter.” He laughs.
“Good choice.” I re-emerge from the pantry holding a jar of peanut butter and a loaf of bread. “Sorry I don’t have more. I actually went grocery shopping yesterday but most of it needed to be refrigerated and went bad in my car overnight.”
“We’ll go shopping tomorrow. I’ll buy,” he offers, his smile slipping slightly.
“You don’t have to do that.” I drop the peanut butter and bread on the counter. “Although going shopping is a must unless we’re going to eat peanut butter for the next six weeks.” The thought of him leaving for tour at the end of next month causes a wave a dread to wash over me.
“We’ll go tomorrow.”
“I hate shopping on Saturdays.” I crinkle my nose. “But I guess I can make it work. Especially if you’ll be there to get me through it.” I slide in front of him, pressing my palms to his chest.
“Let’s make a day of it,” he suggests. “We can go to lunch, maybe do a little shopping outside of groceries, and just spend some time together.”
“I like that idea.” I kiss the side of his jaw before turning toward the fridge to retrieve the jelly.
My cell phone pings from the living room, notifying me of a new text message. Deciding to ignore it, I start pulling slices of bread out of their bag and setting them on paper plates when it pings again.
“Here.” I hand Hudson a butter knife. “You know how to spread peanut butter, right?” I tease.
“Hmm, I think I can manage.” He smiles, his dimple making an appearance for the first time today.
