They found a nice hotel in a quiet area a few blocks from the mall. While he ducked into the shower, she called her parents to let them know where she was. She expected her mother to ask a dozen questions, but she didn’t.
Layah hung up the phone, shrugging. Then she took her turn in the shower. She bathed and brushed her hair, smoothing out the tangles. The lingerie she’d purchased was black lace. When she came out of the bathroom in the new bra and panties, William’s jaw went slack.
He stood, wearing only a towel around his waist. She gave him a little fashion show, turning in a circle. He whistled appreciatively.
“Too shy to wear a bikini, but not this?”
She followed his gaze to the mirror on the vanity behind her, which displayed her mostly bare bottom. He skimmed his hands along her sides, where lace met flesh. “We are not in public.”
“Good thing,” he said roughly. He cupped her buttocks and squeezed. “I’d get arrested for lewd behavior.”
It was clear that he liked her curves, and she felt the same admiration for his body. The sight of him in a towel gave her hot flashes. He seemed to get stronger every day. He was in excellent health, for a man who’d been held captive. She explored the contours of his broad shoulders and well-developed chest. Her fingertips trailed down his flat abdomen. He’d kissed her belly last night. It was only fair that she return the favor.
She couldn’t have a real relationship with him, but she could give him another night to remember before he left.
He inhaled a sharp breath as she dropped to her knees. She pressed her lips to the trail of hair below his navel. Then she traced its path lower, to where his erection jutted at the front of the towel. She pulled the damp terry cloth away. He was magnificent, long and hard and thick.
She wrapped her fingers around him in a loose ring, barely skimming his flesh. He threaded his hand through her hair. She let him guide her forward. She touched her tongue to him delicately, making him groan. He shuddered with excitement as she brushed soft kisses along his shaft. His fingers tangled in her hair, pleading. She parted her lips and took him deep.
He seemed mesmerized by her swirling tongue and stroking hand. She didn’t think her skills were mind-blowing, but she enjoyed what she was doing. She enjoyed his size, his heat, his firm flesh. His gaze moved to the mirror periodically. She looked there and saw herself kneeling before him, her bottom tilted and her mouth full. She could see him sliding in and out, jutting against her cheek.
No wonder he was mesmerized. It was incredibly erotic.
She moaned, taking him deeper. He made a fist in her hair, his jaw clenched. Need pulsed between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together, squirming. He withdrew from her mouth, which was fine. She had other uses for him.
He reclined on the bed, at her urging. She removed her panties quickly. She felt warm and slick and ready. She straddled his waist and sank down on his length, inch by inch. He gritted his teeth at the heady sensation. She kissed his tense jaw. Then she started moving, and he was lost. He gripped her hips, thrusting higher into her.
Yes.
She tugged down her bra straps and he cupped her breasts. His hands were all over her, his mouth on her taut nipples. He sucked them, one by one. She clutched his hair, riding him harder.
Yes, yes.
He looked down at where their bodies were joined, watching her take him to heaven. His hand followed his eyes. He strummed her sensitive nub in swift circles. Then he pinched gently. She cried out in ecstasy.
He kept stroking and she flew apart, sobbing his name. Her hips bucked in a wild rhythm. A second later, he went still beneath her. She cradled his head to her chest as he found his release.
They came back down to earth together, panting. She released her grip on his damp hair. He lifted her off him. She curled up on her side.
“I didn’t pull out.”
“I told you. I want your child.”
“You won’t let me make you any promises, but I can fill your belly with a baby?”
She rested against the pillows, drowsy and satiated. “It is the wrong time of month.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He didn’t seem convinced. She rose from the bed with a sigh and walked into the bathroom to wash away his seed with cool water. When she returned he wrapped his arm around her, kissing the top of her head. She understood how he felt about an unplanned pregnancy. It wasn’t fair to ask him to father a child he couldn’t raise, but she wouldn’t mind being a single mother. She was almost thirty, and she doubted she’d fall in love again. She’d already had two great loves in her life. She wouldn’t find a better man than William Hudson.
She couldn’t bear to think about their uncertain future, so she didn’t. She closed her eyes and snuggled against him, relishing the present.
Right now, they were together, and it was perfect.
Chapter 21
Hud didn’t leave without saying goodbye this time.
Commander Doheny was sending a US Marshal to escort Hud back to the States, and their flight wasn’t scheduled until noon. He enjoyed a leisurely breakfast in bed with Layah. They got up and put on their new clothes. She looked pretty and fresh in a flower-print dress. He wasn’t too shabby himself.
They walked to the mall, hand in hand, to meet her parents. Hud spotted Ashur first. Layah hugged him and cried. Ashur endured the embrace, narrowing his gaze at Hud.
He expected her parents to be stern and disapproving, but they weren’t. Her father shook his hand politely. Her
