Even as she rocked against him, she pulled impatiently at his shirt. “I want this off.”
He smiled as he peeled it over his head, then did the same to hers. And…holy fuck. His heart stuttered at the sight of her. Black satin and intricate lace covered and contrasted with the creamy skin of her breasts. His eyes trailed over her narrow torso and back up. Damn. She looked like a schoolgirl posing for a pinup. “Hannah.”
“I ordered it online.”
“I love online. Please tell me you locked the door.”
“You were in charge of the door.” She leaned in until her lips were a breath from his. “My eyes were closed.”
He smoothed his hands up her back and into the mass of silk tumbling around her shoulders. His blood pumped, mouth watered at that sexy innocence he’d noticed from the first. So sweet, inside and out, and finding her rhythm with him. They were finding it together. “Do you have any idea how much I want you?”
With his fingers twined in her hair, he angled her head back and ravaged her mouth. Tongues and hands aroused and caressed. He found her breast and sucked one hard peak through the satin. He moved to the other and had her sighing in seconds, moaning in minutes.
His entire body pulsed and he felt his erection swell even further. Driven with a desperation to possess her, to fill himself with everything that was Hannah, he stood and made a quick scan of the room. Couch. Floor. Wall. Table.
And with what he considered superhuman self-control, he forced himself the few feet to the bedroom. When he was done, neither of them was going to want to move for some time.
The second he dropped her onto the bed she reached for his zipper but he shifted away. If she so much as touched him, he would ignite. He quickly pulled her jeans down over her hips, taking her panties with them. Got rid of his pants and socks, hastily donned a condom, and joined her.
The sun set through the two windows on either side of the bed as he stroked a palm down her body, starting at her neck. “You feel so good. Everything about you feels so good.” He thought to slow things down, take his time, or try to. But she pushed and rolled and came over him again, centered herself above his erection.
His heart hammered, blood pumped as she unhooked the bra, let it slip from her shoulders. Long hair framed her face, nipples hard and bright red from his mouth peeked through the golden strands. An erotic image and one he wouldn’t forget. His virgin goddess, no longer a virgin. “I want you.” God, he more than wanted her, he needed her. With a force he couldn’t, or more likely didn’t want to, understand.
She leaned forward and braced her hands on his chest. Her hair tumbled about them like a sensual curtain and she put her lips to his. “You have me,” she whispered.
Then with her eyes piercing his, she took him in her hand, lowered herself over him until thick and throbbing, he was pressing inside her.
Still so small and tight, he brought her down while he pushed up. Just as hot as the first time. Every time.
He held there, giving her time to adjust, wanting it to last and knowing it wouldn’t. Not this time. But she rocked her hips forward, showing him she didn’t want time, and began a perfect rhythm. Her breasts swayed above him and he moved with her, driving up and into the endless pleasure that was Hannah’s body.
Her head dropped back, sending loose waves to brush his inner thighs and his breath left his lungs in a rush. But then, it was the look in her eyes, steady on his, that did him in. Hot desire that matched his own.
He hadn’t planned this, her. Hadn’t prepared. It was a risk. He was a risk. But she gripped his heart as sure as she gripped his body. Abruptly he sat up, and with more possession than finesse, he arched her back and took her breast without mercy. Desperately, he kissed her; lips, face, neck. He thought all of these feelings had been thoroughly ripped away, scraped out of him like cleaning a wound. Until Hannah. She found them, or maybe she put them there.
And as he stared deep into her whiskey-colored eyes, he thought he wouldn’t need to drink or drown in work to fight off his demons if he had her. If he had her, that’s all he would need. But hadn’t she fought enough demons?
“Don’t let me hurt you.”
“You’re not.”
Her nails bit into his back, as wild for him as he was for her, but that’s not what he’d meant. Mind reeling, fingers digging into flesh, he drove deeper. And deeper still until she cried out his name, dragging him over with her.
Chapter 35