Chapter 781
Gavin’s POV
Judy not sleeping beside me made it difficult to sleep. I knew she was only a hotel room away, and she was with her friends, all there to support my daughter, but still, I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss her like fucking crazy. Not that I didn’t have a good night myself; I spent time with Chester, Erik, and Matthew.
Taylor and Eliza went to the packhouse for dinner, and then they crashed fairly early, wanting to spend some time together. They work so much that they never get to have a vacation, so I didn’t blame them for wanting to spend the night together. But the thought of them getting this time to be with one another fills me with jealousy like no other.
I want that time with Judy. I know I get her every day and will for the rest of my life, but I could never have enough time with her.
The door of the room creaked open, and I lifted my head, my eyes narrowed at the sudden intruder. At first, I thought maybe Matthew was having a nightmare or something; he was known to have had nightmares in the past since finding out Irene triggered his allergic reaction on purpose last year. But over the last month or so, the nightmares seem to be getting better, especially since Judy officially moved into the villa.
But when I didn’t see Matthew standing there, my heart stuttered.
Judy.
She stood timidly in the doorway, wearing her sleep shorts and a tank top. Her hair was slightly a mess from sleep, and her cheeks flushed as she worried about her bottom lip. I thought I must be dreaming. My self- consciousness brought her to me in my sleep because I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
“I must be dreaming,” I murmured my thoughts out loud.
She smiled, a bit shyly, which was cute as fuck.
Shutting the door behind her, she padded towards me and climbed into the bed. Her scent made my mouth water, and my wolf perked up in immediate attention. Her nearness made my cock twitch.
A pain hit my side, making me yelp in surprise.
“Ouch,” I said, rubbing the tender spot her nail had dug in. “The fuck…”
“Not dreaming,” she said with a grin.
I blinked a few times, my eyes finally registering what they were seeing, and my brain catching up to the reality of the situation. I wasn’t dreaming. My mate had come back to me in the middle of the night. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand with a frown.
It was 2 am.
I had no idea it had gotten so late.
“What are you doing here so late? Aren’t you having your girls‘ night sleepover?”
She snuggled against me, and I couldn’t help but breathe her in as I wrapped my arms around her. Now that she was here, with me, I had no intention of letting her go back to her girls‘ night sleepover.
“I couldn’t sleep,” she admitted.
I could hear the emotion in her voice, and I knew something was wrong that kept her awake. Something more than just missing me.
“What happened?”
She peeked up at me through her lashes.
“I just wanted to see you,” she whispered. “I don’t like spending nights away from you.”
I knew there was more to it, but I didn’t push her. I wrapped her tighter in my arms and nuzzled my face against the
nape
of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply, letting it relax my body.
“I love you,” I whispered against her, smiling as I felt her melting against me.
“I love you too.”
I nipped at her bottom lip, allowing my hands to cross her body along the swell of her belly. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life; my heart only beat for her, and I wanted to show her just how much she meant to me.
I rolled on top of her, careful not to put too much pressure on her stomach, not wanting to hurt her or our baby. I deepened the kiss, my tongue dipping between her lips, tasting what was mine. She let out a breathy moan as my fingers slipped beneath the hem of her tank top. I slowly raised it over her head, revealing her gorgeous breasts to me.
She looked up at me through hooded eyes, and I could see the lust–filled expression she gave me. She swallowed as my lips crashed into hers again, and I swallowed more of her moans.
I broke the kiss from her mouth and trailed my lips down the nape of her neck, sucking the mark I left on her, creating a fresh one to satisfy my wolf’s need to claim her mind, body, and soul.
Her hands traveled down my naked torso, appreciating my abs and the fact that I was only wearing boxers. I heard the satisfied groan deep in her throat and the light purring of her wolf, which made me smile as I continued to nip and suck on her neck and shoulders. Her fingers slipped beneath my waistband, and I moved slightly to give her better access, knowing she wanted my boxers off just as badly as I wanted all her clothes off,
too.
Sara is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.