I point to the left. “I’ll go upstairs and change.”
She heads towards the bathroom, and I go up the stairs. I pull off my shirt and jeans. I sit on the side of the bed, scratching by beard. I know not to push Ellie, and I won’t do that. I hear her coming up the stairs. She comes in the bedroom, and she is just wearing an oversized t-shirt. She washed off all her makeup, and her wavy hair is in a ponytail. She’s stunning. She sits her bag in the corner and sits next to me.
“Hey, thanks for a great evening.” She kisses my cheek.
“Sorry my mother was a little tough.”
She gives me a small smile. “You look tired.”
She didn’t have to say anything else. I nod and crawl into the bed with her. We lay on our sides facing each other.
“Is it weird that I’m here?” She asks quietly.
“No, it’s perfect.” I lean over and kiss her lips. She puts her hand on my cheek, stroking my beard. I break our kiss and pull away. But instead of her letting go, she follows.
“You know, since I just met you, I can’t believe that I’m already in bed with you.” She smiles.
“I’m not having sex with you,” I tell her.
“I’m not having sex with you, either. Just trust me.” She kisses me hard, and I moan. I love that she’s so confident with me in bed. True, we haven’t gone that far, but I love that she lets me touch her.
She straddles me, and I’m getting harder just having her on top of me. Her soft breasts press against me. I put my hands on her soft thighs. It’s her turn to moan. I lightly trace her thighs up to her hips.
“Hudson, touch me,” she whispers against my lips.
I roll her onto her back. I suck her bottom lip and lightly bite down it. I kiss her neck, pushing up her shirt. I suck on her breast, gently biting her nipples. I kiss her stomach and then her hips.
“Hudson, stop,” she breathes.
I stop and come back to face her eye-to-eye. “Do you want me to stop or are you just nervous?” I ask softly, because I can tell that she’s nervous.
“You know, I’ve never…” she trails off.
“You trust me. You know that I won’t hurt you.” She nods in agreement. “Are we stopping?” Ellie shakes her head, so I head back down to her hips and I feel her tense beneath me. “Relax, Ellie.” I kiss her hip then her other. I gently lick her folds, and she jumps. I continue to lick her, and she moans louder, relaxing under me. I suck her sweet nub and slip a finger in her. She is so tight and soft. A smile tugs at my lips as she says my name over and over. Her nails dig into my hair. She rocks against my mouth. I feel her tightening up, and I know that she is close. Her body begins to shake and she yells my name as I feel her release. I pull my fingers out of her and lay next to her.
“Are you okay?” I ask her.
“I think I love your beard.” She grins.
Chapter Twenty
Ellie
I wake up on a cloud. Hudson’s bed is amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever slept so well. Of course, that might have to do with how incredible Hudson made me feel last night. My legs still feel weak as I stretch my arms over my head. I roll over only to see that Hudson isn’t in here.
I sit up and look around the room. Hudson’s extremely large bed is in the center. He has a large dresser on the far wall. His closet doors are on the other side. I saw four frames sitting on his dresser. I get up and head over there.
One, is Whitney, Hudson, and I assume his older brother. They all have the same hair color and eyes. Then the next frame is his parents. Hudson looks more like his dad than his mom. The picture looks like it was taken several years ago. Then there is a picture of two boys and Hudson. Those must be his nephews. They are on a couch, and he is holding them both in his arms. I smile thinking that he is a great uncle. The last picture is beautiful. It’s his brother’s wedding. They all are dressed up, and they look so happy. It’s brings a smile to my face seeing how happy he is in these pictures.
“Are you being nosey?”
I let out a small scream and spin around to see Hudson standing in the doorway. He’s wearing jeans that are hanging low, and his boxers are peeking out the top of them. He doesn’t have a shirt on and my eyes wander to the deep V of his hips. My mouth goes dry staring at his stunning body. His hair is damp, like he just got out of the shower.
“I was…um.” I feel the blood drain from my face.
“Ellie, I’m kidding.” He walks over to me, kissing my forehead.
“Sorry, I was curious.” I give him a small smile. He turns me around in his arms and faces me towards the pictures.