He kissed me, backing me up until the back of my legs hit the bed, and we were tumbling onto the comforter. He braced his weight slightly off of me as we continued to kiss. His hands roamed over my body, pushing my shirt up and unbuckling my jeans.
He took his time kissing, touching, and finally removing my clothes. I helped him undress, removing his shirt and pants until we were both naked.
The lamp on the nightstand was lit, giving us enough light to see each other. Otherwise, it was quiet and our voices hushed. Neither one of us wanted to wake Ayla.
He was helping me forget, solidifying what he'd said yesterday about how he was going to show me through action.
I reveled in the feel of his skin against mine, the heat of his body. He moved down. My legs widened to accommodate his shoulders.
"You're so gorgeous."
I lifted my hips, urging him to touch me.
He used his fingers and mouth to drive me higher, and I let my head fall back, giving into the sensations. When I crested the wave, he moved up my body, his cock nudging my entrance. "Can you look at me?"
My eyelids fluttered open at his gentle request. He wanted to see me when he entered me. His cock slid inside, and there was something about this connection between us. It felt bigger and more meaningful.
He'd declared his intentions toward me, and I believed him. He was all in, and nothing could come between us. He'd even easily handled Gus's objections yesterday.
He braced his hands on either side of my head, dropping his lips to mine. He kissed me while moving inside me. Each pass of his dick hit a spot inside me, heightening the need. The building orgasm felt impossibly big. I wasn't sure I'd survive this one.
He pulled back slightly. "Let go for me. I want to see you come."
Then he reached down and touched my clit, and I couldn't hold it back any longer. I was flying as he thrust harder and deeper this time. When he followed me over, he dropped his head to my shoulder.
It was always intense between us, but this was more. A declaration of how we felt for each other. I was quickly falling for him if I wasn't already in love with him.
It was the way he treated us. He was there for us and said he always would be. I couldn't fight him any longer. I wanted to give in and feel everything that was happening between us.
I held him in my arms, and he rolled, pulling me with him so that I was curled against his side. "I should get up, but I don't want to."
I kissed his chest. "I don't want to move either."
"Give me a minute." I must have drifted off because the next thing I knew, he washed me with a warm washcloth and threw the blankets over me.
He'd made sure to unlock the door so that Ayla could get to me if she needed me. I was grateful that he always thought of her.
I wanted to tell him how I felt, but sleep pulled me back under. We had plenty of time for that.
On Monday, Hudson slipped out before sunrise with a kiss to my forehead. He had to go home, shower, change clothes and get to work. I needed to occupy Ayla since there was no school for a few more days while I tried to get some work done on the online shop.
I'd seen several things I could improve about the product pages and the checkout experience. I wanted the site easy to navigate, the checkout process seamless. I had the time to focus on it, and I wanted to perfect it before the store reopened.
I worked most of the day, only stopping to eat and play the occasional game with Ayla. As the day went on, my nerves kickedup. I was positive that if I was working in town today, Bill would have stopped by to say something to me. For the first time, I was grateful that I could avoid him.
I was just cleaning up dinner when Hudson called to ask, "Do you have someone to watch Ayla during the meeting?"
"Normally I'd ask Clara, but she'll be at the meeting too."
"You mind if my mom watches her? She said she can meet you at the bookstore. Her knitting club has a meeting tonight."
Belle had one of her employees manning the store. "Yeah, that would be nice. Thank you for offering."
"I didn't want Ayla at the town hall."
It wouldn't be a good place for her if Bill was going to accuse me of selling inappropriate items, whatever that was supposed to mean. "I appreciate the offer."
"I'll meet you there. I wanted to continue working. I'm hoping to be done next week."
