When I open the door to my condo on the eighth floor, I don’t miss his surprise.
I watch as he walks around, checking everything out. I get that it’s different from my house in Minnesota. Everything is sleek and shiny, all bright blues and whites. There’s some coral and red and pink accents, per my mother’s suggestion. Even though it’s spacious and nice, it’s never really felt like home. It just feels like a cliché place in Miami. I watch Hudson, unable to take my eyes off of him.
He looks good here. I nod for him to follow me and give him the quick tour. It doesn’t take long, since my condo is mostly an open concept, save for the three bedrooms, bathroom and laundry room.
“And here is the best room in the house,” I say with a grin as I drop his duffel on the ground by my California King bed.
Hudson walks up to the sliding glass door that overlooks my covered balcony. The nice thing about this place is the privacy. We might be high up, but the floor-to-ceiling windows are tinted and my neighbors can’t see shit.
“Wow,” he says, setting one hand against the sliding glass door. “Trey, this is…”
“Too much?” I ask apathetically. It’s not anywhere close to what some of the folks down here have, but even my mother thought it was a lot when I first bought it. That was before she realized she’d be spending more time here than me, though. Ask her now, I’m sure she’d say it’s quaint compared to the other places on this strip of beach.
“Can you hear it?” he asks curiously, not turning to look at me.
“Hear what?”
“The ocean,” he says, almost wistfully.
“Sometimes.” I shrug.
I come up behind him, keeping my gaze on him. He looks out the window and I note our reflections in the clear pane. His eyes look almost sad.
“I’ve never seen the ocean before.”
“Ever?” I ask, settling a hand on his back. His body relaxes a fraction.
“Didn’t travel much. Never been near it.”
It’s hard to believe some people have just never seen the ocean…
“Not that I’d want to gointhe water,” he adds.
“No? Why not?”
“Sharks.”
Laughing, I can’t help but grin as I angle myself closer to him. I tug him into my space, my lips going for the spot on his neck, beneath his ear. That spot I know makes him melt.
“It’s not shark season,” I say, my lips finding his warm skin. Hudson leans his head back and a heavy sigh escapes him.
“It doesn’t have to be,” he argues. “Sharks can swim in up to three feet of water.”
He cranes his neck, giving me more access. My lips travel down and gently suck his flesh, relishing in the heat of his skin, the slight saltiness from his sweat.
I groan without thinking.
God, I’ve fucking missed this.
I’ve missed him so much.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll protect you from Jaws.”
Hudson laughs and the sound is deep, smooth, and sexy as fuck.
“Trey…” He moans, his voice tinged with humor as much as it is lust.
I wrap both arms around his waist and pull him close, nuzzling his neck. His hair tickles my face, his stubble rough against my cheek.
