She's mine.
“Yeah,” I finally say, my voice low. “I’m happy.”
Her fingers curl into my shirt. “Good.”
I open the truck door for her, but she doesn’t get in. Instead, she steps closer, rising onto her toes, her hands sliding up my chest until they rest on my shoulders.
“Hudson,” she whispers, and the sound of my name on her lips does something to me that I’ll never admit out loud.
I lower my head, brushing my nose against hers. “Yeah?”
“I missed you.”
I swallow hard. “You’ve only been gone for three hours.”
“But I still missed you.”
God help me.
I cup her jaw, tilting her face up to mine. “Get in the truck before I bend you over this truck and fuck you right here.”
Her eyes darken, pupils widening. “Maybe I want you to.”
I exhale sharply. “Ivory.”
She gives me a small, knowing smile, and it's dangerous. “Okay. I’ll get in.”
She climbs into the passenger seat, and I circle around to the driver’s side, gripping the wheel as I pull away from campus. She rests her hand on my thigh, and I have to remind myself to breathe.
The drive home is quiet. Satisfied with just her presence filling the space without needing words.
When we get to the house—our house, even though she still blushes when I call it that—she follows me inside, dropping her bag by the door. She toes off her shoes and pads across the living room, admiring the way the sunlight catches the dark strands of her hair.
I watch her.
I always watch her.
She turns around and catches me staring. “What?”
“Nothing.”
In reality, it’s everything.
She walks toward me slowly, deliberately, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me. When she reaches me, she slides her hands under my shirt, letting her fingertips trace the lines of my stomach.
“You can kiss me now.”
And I don’t need to be told twice.
I cup the back of her neck and pull her against me, kissing her slowly at first, then deeper as she melts into me. She lets out a soft whimper, and it shoots straight to my cock.
Her hands grip my shirt, pulling me closer. My thumb strokes the hollow place of her neck, feeling her pulse racing under my fingertips.
“Hudson,” she breathes against my mouth.
“Yeah, baby.”
“I love you.”
