She smiled at him, seeing the truth of that statement in his eyes. “It seems like it.”
He moved closer, draping an arm around her torso much like his leg was draped over her thigh. “I mean it. I freaked, I admit, but I missed you. I’m glad you had the courage to come here.”
“I’m going to make you even more glad Icamehere.”
He smirked at her innuendo. “We should shower first.”
“We should do both.”
“You’ll get no argument from me, but my shower isn’t big enough for adventures.”
Reagan stuck her bottom lip out. “Oh.”
“But I’ve never not been intrepid, so we can give it a try.”
She laughed at him.
It wasn't as funny when faced with the small tub/shower combo. There was no way they would both fit in there.
She turned to him, finding him leaning on the door frame and staring at her ass. She smirked until his gaze met hers. “I'll just be quick, and then you can have a turn.”
He grinned. “We could both stand in there as long we were completely still.”
“I may be new at this, but I'm pretty sure that's not how it works.”
He gave a small laugh. “Okay, then, you first.”
It felt completely natural to Reagan to come out of his bathroom a few minutes later with a towel around her head. She'd been careful to be thorough but quick. As she wandered out of the bedroom and into the living room to find Hudson, she wondered how soon he would be up for another round and how long she could get away with staying there before she had to be back at the dorm. Being a freshman had its disadvantages. Reagan found Hudson in the kitchen drinking a bottle of water. She pulled off the towel, dropped it on the table, and pressed herself against his back.
“Shower is all yours.”
He turned in her arms and pressed a kiss to her mouth. “I better be fast.”
She frowned and searched for the clock, afraid it was already time to go. “Why’s that?”
“I can’t keep my hands off you for much longer.”
She patted his ass and moved closer to rub against his hardening cock. “I can tell.”
He groaned but moved away from her to head to the shower. “Help yourself to anything in the apartment,” he called over his shoulder.
The only thing she wanted was him, but she opened the fridge for a bottle of water anyway. Shivering slightly in her nakedness, she decided to climb into his bed and warm up under the comforter while she waited. There was nothing terribly personal in his room. Frankly, it looked like he lived in a hotel with how impersonal it was. When she shivered again, she stopped looking around and got in the bed. She liked that the sheets smelled like him. It made her relax, something she’d been doing a poor job of lately. She heard the water running in the shower and smiled to think of him joining her soon. She was so comfortable that she closed her eyes for a second as she listened to him turning off the water and moving around in the bathroom.
Hudson came into the bedroom to find Reagan sound asleep in his bed. Ignoring his growing need, he set an alarm for dinnertime on his phone and gingerly got in next to her, careful not to wake her. He realized with a jolt that he was experiencing exactly what he wanted in the long term. He made a conscious effort not to overreact, instead breathing deeply and closing his eyes with visions of a naked Reagan in his mind.
