A Very Merry Nanny (Very Merry #2)

Chapter 24

CHAPTER 24

EMMA

“ I ’ve missed you so fucking much,” Hudson says, his mouth hovering at my ear, his breath warm against my skin as he slams into me like tomorrow will never come. If the world ends today, I'll die a happy woman knowing I had this moment with him again. The last time we were together is etched in my memory, a euphoric experience I’ll never forget.

I saw what could've been between us, and it scared the shit out of me.

“I missed you, too,” I admit. Goosebumps trail over my skin, a delightful shiver that reminds me this is exactly how it’s supposed to be. Every sensation is heightened as we lose ourselves in this moment of passion.

My mouth falls open, and my back arches as the second orgasm rips through me like a wave crashing against the shore. Our pants and moans create a symphony of sounds, each note resonating with the intensity of our connection. He feels so good buried deep inside me, as if it's where he belongs—we're two puzzle pieces who fit perfectly, even with our jagged edges.

“I'm so fuckin' close,” he mutters, his warm breath brushing against my skin. His movements slow down, as he climbs to the edge. I savor every second as time seems to stand still.

“I'm still on birth control,” I whisper, meeting his gaze, hoping he understands what I want. The fire behind his eyes ignites something deep within me, and I capture his lips. I pour every part of myself into him as the heady rush of desire fills the air around us.

“Em,” he whispers, his voice low and filled with urgency.

“Please,” I beg, my heart racing. “I want all of you, Hudson.”

His breathing grows erratic. Each inhale is a reflection of the pleasure mounting within him. I can see the flush spreading across his cheeks and notice how his muscles tense in anticipation. And then, with a shudder that sends a thrill through me, he loses himself inside me. Waves of pleasure that crash over him and he moans out my name.

We remain connected, our bodies entwined as we lock eyes, the world around us fading into a blur. Everything else ceases to exist, leaving just the two of us suspended. I felt the major shift between us, and I think he did, too. That wasn't just two people having sex. It was too raw, too emotional, too vulnerable .

I'm convinced I'm having an out-of-body experience. Our breaths are ragged, and my heart thumps like a drum. Hudson watches me, his cock still buried deep inside me, as if he’s tethering me to him forever.

Sex has never felt this good before; it’s as if we were made for each other as if he were sculpted to satisfy me in ways I never thought possible. The incredible sex has left me stunned and silent, my body still tingling from every tantalizing touch.

“Did you feel it?” I ask, my voice still breathless. Lingering emotions wash over me like gentle waves on a warm shore. My body is buzzing.

“Yes,” he admits, his gaze piercing into mine as he rubs his nose against mine, giving me sweet Eskimo kisses. His lips finally capture my own, sending another jolt of electricity through me. “Join me in the shower. It will be good for your trembling muscles.”

“Okay,” I reply, my heart fluttering. Hudson moves off me, but not before effortlessly lifting me into his arms and cradling me against his chest. I'm a ragdoll after that.

He carries me to the bathroom and gently sets me down. Seconds later, he turns on the shower, and the sound of cascading water surrounds us, filling the cool air with steam. We step inside, and I welcome the warmth.

He studies me with severe intensity as if trying to memorize every freckle on my face.

“Jake told me you were entering the Christmas cookie contest,” he says in a low voice. He grabs the soap and begins washing over my shoulders, his strong hands kneading into my muscles.

I squeeze my thighs together, still feeling the remnants of pleasure pulsing within me, each movement a reminder of how much he stretched me to fit him.

“I am,” I confirm, allowing my neck to roll lazily on my shoulders, savoring his touch.

“You're going down, Emma,” he declares playfully, a smirk breaking across his lips.

I burst into laughter, the sound echoing off the tiled walls.

“No way! You're joining my team,” I counter, grabbing a loofah and washing him. “Your grandma said that’s what should happen. Don’t want to disappoint her, do you?”

His large, calloused hand slides down to grip my ass, his palm warm and possessive. “That trophy is mine this year. You need to join my team.”

“Oh my God. You're super competitive, too.” I narrow my eyes playfully, then smirk mischievously, like the Grinch who's about to steal Christmas. “You’re either with me or against me.”

“I’m gonna tell Claire to take back her permission,” he singsongs, his tone laced with teasing mischief.

I gasp. “You wouldn’t!”

Hudson’s lips trail across mine, leaving warmth in their wake. “Good luck, babe. You’re gonna need it.”

“The last time you said that to me, I—” Before I can finish, the power unexpectedly comes on.

“Weird,” Hudson comments, glancing toward the bedroom. His eyes fixed on the recessed lighting, which had dimmed low while we were absorbed in our movie. I half-expect it to flicker off again, but it remains steady. He clears his throat, bringing my attention back to him. “Welp, I guess the power is back on. Amazing! It's a sign that you're going down!”

I smirk, my gaze sliding playfully to his cock, still rigid and inviting. “I’ll go down on you anytime you want.”

The air thickens between us as I lock eyes with his sexy grin.

“Anytime? Maybe we can try that soon.” He pauses, a thoughtful look crossing his face. He grabs the shampoo, massaging my scalp with his strong fingers, sending tingles racing down my spine. My eyes roll back in pleasure, lost in the bliss of his touch.

“Do you want to keep us a secret until we figure out if this is forever?” he asks, his voice softened by vulnerability.

I give him a smile, feelings swirling inside me. “Do you think that’s the best decision?”

There are benefits to not telling anyone. I've gone back and forth between the options and still don’t know the correct answer.

“I don't want to, but I also think that everyone knowing will put unnecessary pressure on us,” he explains, his voice steady but tinged with concern. “I want us to both be certain this is what we want. I want to enjoy you, Emma, without the weight of the world, at least while we can.”

I brush my thumb gently against his cheek. My heart swells with a mixture of emotions. “Let's decide on New Year's Eve,” I propose, my voice barely above a whisper. “I'm attending a friend's party. If you want me forever, be there and kiss me at midnight. And if not, then I'll know, and we won't have to endure the awkward goodbye. We can pretend nothing happened when and if we see each other again.” The finality of my words hangs in the air. I might stop breathing.

Hudson's eyes, typically vibrant, reflect a depth of sadness. “Why are you leaving this up to me?”

“Because I've already made up my mind,” I reply, my hands instinctively finding their way to his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my palms as the water streams over us. “And...don't say you have as well. I want you to contemplate being with me, Hudson. My life is chaotic, and yours will change forever once you're linked to me. You may decide it's best to stay single until Colby is older, or you may realize I’m not the person for you after this newness has worn off. You have to think about more than just yourself,” I whisper, feeling the weight of my words settle between us.

He gently helps rinse the suds from my hair, his fingers tenderly gliding through the strands. “You're sure that's what you want?” he asks, his voice reverberating with concern.

“Yes,” I respond firmly. “I can leave Texas with a grateful heart, cherishing what we had without the 'this was only temporary' talk. I want to avoid that conversation. My heart might not be able to handle it,” I explain, my words painted with the colors of my apprehension.

“Okay,” he agrees, the acceptance of my proposition is wrapped in a heavy silence. “And if I don't show up?”

“I'll start the new year with you as a beautiful memory, but in my past,” I say, trying to mask the tremor in my voice. The thought of it nearly breaks my heart, twisting it like a taut string. It's a precarious leap into the unknown, and deep down, I wonder if I’m cut out for this. Regardless, I must prepare my heart, so it doesn't destroy me.

“Now, can we return to living in the moment where there's little to no pressure? Just us,” I plead, craving simplicity.

“Just me and you,” he murmurs against my lips.

He presses his palm against my cheek and kisses me sweetly, shielding us from everything outside. In this moment, the world fades away, leaving only the promise of the present hanging in the air.