“Look at me,” I demanded, pumping my hips slowly.
Her eyes fluttered open, passion and desire written across her flushed features. With my other hand, I reached between us, rubbing her clit until she squirmed.
She moaned, pushing back against my hand, grinding her clit into my palm. I took that as encouragement to increase the pressure, using the heel of my hand to apply delicious friction to her oversensitive clit.
She cried out, a mix of pleasure and desperation. “Hudson, don’t—fuck—don’t you dare fucking stop.”
“Then you’d better beg again, sweetheart. Move with me.”
Pulling my hand away, I wrapped an arm around her waist, using my grip on her hair to tilt her head back. Her eyes squeezed shut as she arched, seeking more contact.
She obeyed beautifully, her back arching, meeting me thrust for thrust. My name came as a broken cry on her lips as she shattered beneath me. The sight and sensation of her coming undid me, and I followed her over the edge, burying my face in her neck as I groaned my release.
“Fuck, Mar, fuck.” I slowed down, letting my release finish before I finally let go of her.
She crawled a foot away before turning around to where I knelt on the edge of the couch, catching my breath. Mari kissed me, surprising me and nearly pulling me over on top of her. Her mouth was bold and insistent as her tongue swept against mine. At the feel of her kissing me, all thoughts of slowing down flew out the window.
“God, I’m glad I didn’t just imagine how good it was that first time,” she whispered against my lips.
I chuckled, pulling back just far enough to cup her face in my hands.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I growled, gripping her waist and pushing her into the cushions. “Get on your back, sweetheart.”
I must have fallen asleep eventually, because the next thing I knew, my alarm jolted me awake. 6:30 AM. Shit. Thirty minutes until my parents were supposed to arrive for breakfast.
Mari stirred beside me, her eyes blinking open slowly. “Morning,” she murmured, her voice husky with sleep. At some point, we’d moved to my bedroom, and god she looked good tangled in my sheets.
“Good morning,” I said, leaning down to brush a kiss against her temple. “Sleep well?”
“Mmm.” She stretched like a content cat. “Very well. You?”
“Not bad.” I brushed her hair back from her face, my heart constricting at how beautiful she looked in the morning light. “But I’m afraid we have a problem.”
She frowned, coming more fully awake. “What problem?”
“My parents will be here in half an hour. Probably less, knowing them.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widened. “Oh, shit.”
“Yeah.” I sat straight, running a hand through my hair. “I’m not... I don’t think it’s a good idea for them to meet you like this.”
“Like what? Naked in your bed? Yeah, probably not the first impression we want to make.” She flashed a grin at me, though something like hurt lingered in her eyes.
“It’s not that I don’t want them to meet you. I do. Just not... not like this. Not right away.”
“I get it,” she said, sitting up and pulling the sheet around her. “Seriously, Hudson, it’s fine. I’m not offended.”
I could tell she was, at least a little. And I couldn’t blame her. After last night, after everything, sneaking her out before my parents arrived felt wrong. Actually, it felt juvenile. Like I was a teenager again. But thealternative—introducing her to my parents before I’d prepared either of them, before I’d figured out how to handle the Modern Wedding situation—seemed even worse.
“I’m sorry. This isn’t how I wanted our first morning together to go.”
“First?” She raised an eyebrow. “It’s our second. And that implies there will be more.”
I leaned over and kissed her. “I’m thinking a third,” I murmured against her lips. “And a fourth.” Another kiss. “And a fifth.”
She smiled against me and then pushed my shoulder. “I get the picture.” Her expression softened. “It’s okay. Really. I should get home and change anyway. We have that meeting with Penelope at eleven, remember?”
“Right.” I’d forgotten all about it. “Thank you for understanding.”
