Playing with Words (Boggy Creek Valley #2) - Kelly Elliott Page 0,58
a better way to finish out my birthday than to stay right in this very spot.”
After another minute or so, Hudson finally pulled out of me. “Wait here.”
I did as he stood and slowly stretched. My muscles ached in the most delicious way. Hudson disappeared from the room and soon returned with a warm washcloth, pressing it between my legs. I let out a hiss and then relaxed while he gently cleaned me. He dropped the washcloth to the floor, pulled the covers back for me to slide under them, and then joined me in bed. He pulled me against him, and we both let out a contented sigh.
“Give me thirty minutes, and then I want to keep exploring ways to make you call out my name,” he whispered.
A shiver of anticipation ran through me, and I pressed my lips tightly together to keep from yelling out a “woohoo.” The feeling of Hudson holding me nearly brought tears to my eyes. I had never felt so…safe. So incredibly happy. Like I was where I was meant to be, in this man’s arms. I forced myself not to think about what would happen when he needed to go back to New York.
Maybe, just maybe, he would stay.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I felt the tension give way to utter peace as I drifted off to sleep in his arms.
Hudson
Greer fell asleep not long after I pulled her body flush against mine. I lay there and held her, listening to her even breaths while I tried to figure out what in the hell I was going to do next. There was no way I was leaving her. I had no real reason I needed to go back to New York. Yes, I had friends there, but they weren’t enough of a reason to leave Greer. And I was almost positive she felt the same way about me as I did for her. It was evident in the way she’d looked at me when we made love.
I closed my eyes and let the memory of being inside of her take over. Sex had never felt like that before. But I quickly realized that what I had shared with Greer wasn’t simply sex. We had made love. Something happened between us, and I was not about to walk away from it. And the thought of only seeing her every other weekend or some bullshit like that…no…it wasn’t happening that way.
My phone started to ring, and Greer shifted and stretched. She rolled over in my arms and faced me. When she smiled, my heart felt like it stilled for a moment, and I lost myself in the beauty of that face.
“I fell asleep,” she said.
I chuckled, brushing a stray piece of hair away from her eyes. “You did. And I loved holding you while you slept.”
She blushed. “How long have I been sleeping?”
I shrugged one shoulder. “No clue.”
“Was that your phone ringing?” she asked as she ran her finger over my chest.
“It was.”
Lifting her gaze to mine, she asked, “Did you need to see who it was?”
“No.”
Greer chewed on her lip, and I loved that she could still be shy in front of me after what we just did.
“What I want to do is be inside of you again,” I said.
She let her tongue dart out and wet her lips. “I think I like the sound of that plan.”
Moving quickly, she pushed me onto my back and crawled on top of me. My dick was already hard—had been for some time. I reached between her legs and slipped a finger inside of her, and she inhaled sharply.
“God, you’re so wet, sweetheart.”
She nodded, guided my cock to her entrance, and slowly sat down. Her pretty pink lips formed an O shape as she let her body settle onto mine. I was so fucking deep inside of her, and I knew she had to be sore.
She sat still for a good minute, maybe even two, before she placed her hands on my chest and slowly moved.
“Fuuuuck,” I groaned as she ground her hips and moved her body against me.
“That feels so good,” she panted.
I placed my hands on her hips. “That’s it, baby. Do what makes you feel good.”
“Touch me.”
My cock grew harder at her command. “Where?”
Her head fell back while she continued to ride me. “Everywhere. Oh God, Hudson. Touch me.”
Leaning up, I took her breast in my hand and sucked on her nipple. She whimpered in delight and bounced harder.