forbidden thoughts.
“No, I won’t spy on you. If I want you, I’ll just come over and get you.” He
winked.
My heart raced, and I leaned closer to him, resting my head
on his shoulder. “Well, for what it’s worth, I won’t put up a fight.”
He chuckled. “Don’t make it too easy on me.” Hudson put his
finger under my chin and tilted my head back so I was looking at him. Then he
closed the distance, pressing his lips to mine. Hesitant at first, then when I
welcomed him, he was more insistent.
Parting my lips with his tongue, he kissed me slowly,
deeply. My eyes fluttered closed, and I surrendered to him, savoring every
movement of his lips, every flick of his tongue over mine. He gently guided me
down to my back, bringing his upper body down over mine. I wrapped my arms
around him, holding him to me, afraid he’d suddenly decide to get up and leave.
“Heather,” he sighed, resting his forehead to mine,
“you’re…” Instead of finishing his thought, he kissed me again. And that was
totally okay with me. I could spend all afternoon kissing him. He was so
self-assured yet gentle, unlike the way Phillip used to kiss me – on the rare
occasions he did. Phillip had always been so rough, wanting to mimic the things
he watched in his pornographic movies whereas I wanted someone to love me, to
make me feel cherished.
Hudson broke the kiss, his breaths ragged and strained. So
were mine. He rubbed his finger over my lips, smiling. “I hope you don’t mind
that I just did that.” He laughed. “Suppose I should’ve asked first, huh?”
Asked to kiss me? Did men do that anymore? The concept
seemed so foreign. “I liked it,” I whispered.
“So did I.” He rolled onto his back, tucked his hands behind
his head and stared up at the sky. “It’s so peaceful out here, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” I took a deep breath to calm my racing heart. “It’s
so different from the city. I’ve wondered a lot lately why I ever left here.”
He shrugged. “We all need to find our way, and sometimes to
do that, you have to explore. Nothing wrong with that.”
I let his words roll around in my mind, realizing how poetic
and true they were. “Have you ever explored? Or have you lived here all your
life?”
“I’m a homebody at heart.” He turned his head to look at me.
“I’ve wondered what it’d be like to go somewhere else, start over, but this is
home. I really don’t think I’d be happy anywhere else.”
“Makes sense.” I’d always thought the city was home, too,
but now I realized it wasn’t. It was just temporary, a stop along my life’s
path.
“Do you miss it?” he asked.
“Miss what?”
“The city?”
“A little,” I admitted. “Sometimes I miss the hustle and
bustle. I miss my friends and my normal, nine to five job.” I chuckled. “But I
don’t miss all the noises in the middle of the night or constantly worrying
about Jamie being out and getting into trouble.”
“Must be a culture shock for him to go from city living to
living in the middle of nowhere, with a bunch of horses and cows.”
“I’m sure it is, but I think he’s starting to adjust,” I
said, the memory of our conversation last night popping into my mind. “In fact,
he’s going to be with some friends Friday night if you want to do something…” I
trailed off, feeling foolish for assuming he’d be excited to spend his Friday
night with me.
“Why don’t you come over to my place? I can show you around
my homestead, cook you dinner,” he offered.
“I’d love that,” I said a little too eagerly.
“Good.”
We fell into a comfortable silence, both of us lost in our
own thoughts. I wondered what he was thinking, and it was on the tip of my
tongue to ask when he spoke.
“Have you ever considered selling?”
She paused, her face burning and her heart hammering so hard
in her chest. “Selling the ranch?”
“Yeah.” He rolled onto his side and propped his head in his
hand. His free hand
“No, I won’t spy on you. If I want you, I’ll just come over and get you.” He
winked.
My heart raced, and I leaned closer to him, resting my head
on his shoulder. “Well, for what it’s worth, I won’t put up a fight.”
He chuckled. “Don’t make it too easy on me.” Hudson put his
finger under my chin and tilted my head back so I was looking at him. Then he
closed the distance, pressing his lips to mine. Hesitant at first, then when I
welcomed him, he was more insistent.
Parting my lips with his tongue, he kissed me slowly,
deeply. My eyes fluttered closed, and I surrendered to him, savoring every
movement of his lips, every flick of his tongue over mine. He gently guided me
down to my back, bringing his upper body down over mine. I wrapped my arms
around him, holding him to me, afraid he’d suddenly decide to get up and leave.
“Heather,” he sighed, resting his forehead to mine,
“you’re…” Instead of finishing his thought, he kissed me again. And that was
totally okay with me. I could spend all afternoon kissing him. He was so
self-assured yet gentle, unlike the way Phillip used to kiss me – on the rare
occasions he did. Phillip had always been so rough, wanting to mimic the things
he watched in his pornographic movies whereas I wanted someone to love me, to
make me feel cherished.
Hudson broke the kiss, his breaths ragged and strained. So
were mine. He rubbed his finger over my lips, smiling. “I hope you don’t mind
that I just did that.” He laughed. “Suppose I should’ve asked first, huh?”
Asked to kiss me? Did men do that anymore? The concept
seemed so foreign. “I liked it,” I whispered.
“So did I.” He rolled onto his back, tucked his hands behind
his head and stared up at the sky. “It’s so peaceful out here, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” I took a deep breath to calm my racing heart. “It’s
so different from the city. I’ve wondered a lot lately why I ever left here.”
He shrugged. “We all need to find our way, and sometimes to
do that, you have to explore. Nothing wrong with that.”
I let his words roll around in my mind, realizing how poetic
and true they were. “Have you ever explored? Or have you lived here all your
life?”
“I’m a homebody at heart.” He turned his head to look at me.
“I’ve wondered what it’d be like to go somewhere else, start over, but this is
home. I really don’t think I’d be happy anywhere else.”
“Makes sense.” I’d always thought the city was home, too,
but now I realized it wasn’t. It was just temporary, a stop along my life’s
path.
“Do you miss it?” he asked.
“Miss what?”
“The city?”
“A little,” I admitted. “Sometimes I miss the hustle and
bustle. I miss my friends and my normal, nine to five job.” I chuckled. “But I
don’t miss all the noises in the middle of the night or constantly worrying
about Jamie being out and getting into trouble.”
“Must be a culture shock for him to go from city living to
living in the middle of nowhere, with a bunch of horses and cows.”
“I’m sure it is, but I think he’s starting to adjust,” I
said, the memory of our conversation last night popping into my mind. “In fact,
he’s going to be with some friends Friday night if you want to do something…” I
trailed off, feeling foolish for assuming he’d be excited to spend his Friday
night with me.
“Why don’t you come over to my place? I can show you around
my homestead, cook you dinner,” he offered.
“I’d love that,” I said a little too eagerly.
“Good.”
We fell into a comfortable silence, both of us lost in our
own thoughts. I wondered what he was thinking, and it was on the tip of my
tongue to ask when he spoke.
“Have you ever considered selling?”
She paused, her face burning and her heart hammering so hard
in her chest. “Selling the ranch?”
“Yeah.” He rolled onto his side and propped his head in his
hand. His free hand
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