T-shirt on, which fell to the middle of her thighs. Her lips were pink and swollen from our kisses, and the flush across her face said she was one satisfied woman.
“You look beautiful.”
The words were out of my mouth before I could even stop them. Not that I would have.
She blushed and looked down at the shirt. “I’m just in your T-shirt.”
“And your eyes are sparkling, your lips are pink, and there’s a color in your cheeks that I don’t think I’ve ever seen before.”
A wide grin moved over her face as she walked over, picked up a knife, and started to cut the cucumber I had just peeled. “You’re the one to thank for the color in my cheeks.”
“Is that right, Ms. Larson? Have I thoroughly satisfied you?”
She tilted her head and looked up at the ceiling as if in thought. She was so fucking adorable, I wanted to lift her up and sink back into her.
“Mmm. I did just have the best sex of my life.”
“Which time?” I asked with a smirk.
Her gaze quickly met mine. “Am I allowed to say each time was my best?”
I shook my head.
“That’s not fair,” she said. “Each time was so different, so amazing.”
My chest puffed up, and I let out a satisfied sigh. “Well, when you put it that way…”
She giggled and started to cut again, and I rinsed the lettuce before placing it onto a paper towel.
We chopped and cut veggies for the salad in a comfortable silence. Greer put the lasagna into the oven, turned and leaned against the counter while I finished up the rest.
“Hudson?”
I glanced up and looked at her. She had a serious expression on her face.
“What’s the matter?” I asked, walking around the counter to stand in front of her.
“Nothing,” she said with a slight laugh. “It’s just, I’ve never experienced anything like that before. Being with you felt…so different. It felt so…”
“Right?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Is it crazy for me to feel that way? Do you want to run back to New York now that I’ve admitted it to you?”
I reached for her and pulled her close. “No, I don’t want to run anywhere. And if that makes you crazy, then I’m just as crazy. I feel the same way, Greer. I’ve never experienced being with someone like that before. I don’t want to let you leave this cabin.”
Her mouth rose at both corners in a half-smile, but I could see the sadness in her eyes.
“Don’t do that,” I said with a stern voice.
Drawing her brows down in confusion, she asked, “Don’t do what?”
“Wonder when it will end.”
She swallowed hard. “But it will end. We both know it will.”
“It doesn’t have to.”
Her eyes searched my face. “What are you saying?”
“I don’t have to go back to New York, Greer. I can write from anywhere. There’s literally nothing keeping me there. Truth be told, I was thinking of moving back to Boston anyway, to be near my folks. I haven’t been able to spend nearly enough time with them lately. I love this area, and it makes me feel happy. Being with you…I don’t know how to describe it, but I feel like a part of me was missing until the day I stepped foot in Turning Pages and you looked at me with that goddamn adorable smile of yours.”
“This is crazy, Hudson. We’ve only known each other for a week.”
I lifted her chin until our eyes met. “All I’m asking is for you to let me be a part of your life.”
Her eyes lit up, and she smiled so widely, I couldn’t help but do the same. “I would love that very much.”
“Then, why don’t we just take it week by week and see how things go? I’ll look into finding a place in town to rent, and you can promise me one thing.”
“To let you have your way with me anytime, anywhere?”
I raised a brow. “Okay, you can promise me two things. That, and that you’ll take more time off of work. Show me around this beautiful valley of yours.”
She chewed on her lip a bit before she nodded. “Okay, it’s a deal.”
“To both?” I asked.
“Yes,” she giggled. “To both.”
I picked her up and placed her on the counter as she let out a squeal. “That’s freezing cold!”
Pushing the T-shirt up, I let out a low growl when I saw she wasn’t wearing panties.
“You little tease,” I said, pulling her ass to the edge of the counter and dropping down.
She gasped when I spread