He kissed me breathless before pulling me with him out of the bed. “You start the shower,” he ordered. “I’ll start the coffee.” Grinning, I did as instructed, traipsing to the bathroom to pee first. Then I turned on the shower, waiting until the water was nice and hot before stepping in. This. Was. Awesome. Not only the double oversized nozzles that sprayed down on me, relaxing my sex-sore muscles, but the entire routine. Making love in the middle of the night, waking with my lover, preparing the shower for him, for us—I could do this every day. I sighed softly at the idea, letting the too-soon fantasy of living with Hudson take me away for the briefest of moments. “Well, the look on your face says you might not need me anymore for pleasure.” Hudson stepped into the stall, immediately tugging me into his arms, as if he wanted to be in constant contact the way I did.
