For once, I'd slept in. The sun was streaming through the curtains, and I felt relaxed and sore in places I hadn't felt in a long time.
I couldn't believe that we'd had sex several times last night. He'd even woken me in the middle of the night and urged me to straddle his lap. There had been a dreamlike quality to it because I was half asleep when I was riding him.
I stretched, stopping when my arm came in contact with hard muscle. A part of me assumed that he would leave in the middle of the night or early this morning. We'd driven together, but I wasn't used to a man sticking around.
I turned on my side, folding my hands underneath my cheek and watching him breathe. His eye lashes fanned his cheeks, and he looked so peaceful in sleep.
His eyelids fluttered open. "Are you watching me sleep?"
"Yes." I wasn't even embarrassed by the fact.
He cupped my chin, lifting it, and then kissed me, slow and deep. "I could wake up to you every morning."
"Wouldn't that be nice?" I still felt the effects of last night. I was euphoric from the orgasms and not thinking clearly. Thedoubts and worries hadn't had a chance to settle in. Instead, I felt like I was floating and that anything was possible.
The reality was that my child was with me most nights of the week. I got the occasional weekend, but otherwise, Hudson would have to get used to not being able to stay overnight. At least not yet.
I hadn't discussed our relationship with Ayla yet. She was a little young, but she'd know something was going on. I'd have to talk to her soon.
He reared up and kissed me. "I'm going to make breakfast."
"That would be nice." When was the last time someone made me breakfast? Probably my parents when I was living at home.
"Take your time getting ready." Then he winked. His muscles flexed as he braced on the bed. "Or you can stay here, and I'll bring it to you."
"That sounds nice. But I want to spend time with you." I wanted to watch him move around my kitchen.
He kissed me once more before getting out of bed and pulling on his briefs and slacks. He didn't bother with a shirt, and I admired the sight of his defined muscles. He strolled out of the room, and I sighed. He was so attractive, and the way he'd used his body last night? I'd never experienced anything like it.
I was slow to get out of bed, pulling his crisp white shirt over my shoulders, buttoning it. I brushed my hair and teeth before washing my face and heading downstairs.
The wood floor was cool underneath my feet. He stood with a spatula at my stove. "I thought I'd make omelets."
I moved toward him, and he reached out, pulling me against his body. "I love being here with you like this."
"Me too." I could get used to him standing in my kitchen, bare chested.
"And I like you wearing my shirt." His hands drifted under the hem and encountered my bare ass. He groaned. "You're going to be the death of me."
I loved that I affected him. That he wanted me. It was hard to believe after so many years of being alone, but I'd finally found someone who might be the person I could share my life with. But I couldn't get ahead of myself.
One perfect date and morning after didn't a boyfriend make. It was the little things over time, putting up my lights, gifting us with a tree, and then helping me with the bike. Hudson had been there for me and was continuing to show up.
He smacked my ass lightly. "Breakfast first. Then we can decide what to do with our day."
"You want to spend the day together?" I asked, a little surprised.
He raised a brow. "Of course."
"I wasn't sure if you had things to do." I didn't want to assume anything, not this early in the relationship.
"When I'm dating someone, I want to spend my free time with them." His voice was gruff.
That was sweet.
He raised a brow. "That okay with you?"
My heart was fluttering wildly. "That sounds really nice."
