Her breath, so near and warm, sends all the blood rushing south. I’m fairly confident she’s putting on a show for Katherine. If that’s the case, and we’ll be parting ways in the lobby of the Marriott Courtyard, I’d better take this last chance to shoot my shot.
I turn my head so our lips are just inches apart. “I’ll be better after I do this.” I close the distance between us, my mouth on hers. It’s a brief moment, but it’s enough to make me hard.
Damn, I want this woman.
Her body melts into mine, driving me absolutely crazy. She exhales slightly, and with a willpower I didn’t know I possessed, I pull back. “You ready?” I ask.
Hannah nods, and without looking back at my ex-wife, we walk out into the cold January night. Our teeth chatter and our bodies shake in the sub-zero temperature. If it were any more than a block walk, I’d be hailing a cab or calling an Uber to prevent Hannah from dying of frostbite.
Hypothermia is a good motivator for walking quickly, and we reach the hotel in record time. The cold was a good distraction too. I’m pretty sure the only reason I’m able to say what I say next is because of the drop in my core body temperature as we walk into the lobby.
“Let me see about getting you that room now.”
Instead of heading toward the front desk, Hannah walks toward the elevator bank. I stop dead in my tracks, a little stunned at her brazen strut. I wish she didn’t have her coat on, as I’d give anything to see her voluptuous ass sashaying away in that sexy red dress.
Hannah gives me a quick glance over her shoulder. “You coming?”
I sprint after her. The elevator door opens and once we’re inside I say, “You keep asking like that, and the answer will be an immediate yes.”
Hannah laughs. That big, throaty, open-mouth laugh of hers. “Again with the lines.” She shakes her head.
“Well, considering you’re here in the elevator with me, they seem to be working, no?”
“Only you, Cally. Only you.”
I turn to look at her. “Only me what?”
Before she can answer, the doors open. We make our way to my room, and I unlock the door, stepping aside so she can enter first. It only takes about five steps until we’re both staring at the bed.
My throat is dry. I shove my hands in my pockets to prevent them from reaching out and grabbing Hannah. The ball is in her court. I’m not going to pressure her into anything, no matter how badly I may want it. “I can get you your own room. It’s no problem.”
Hannah tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. “Do you want me to go?”
“Do you want to go?” I need to hear it from her directly.
“I asked first. What do you want?” Her voice seems to drop an octave or two.
I lick my lips, thinking about all the places on her body I want to put them. I need to be subtle and smooth. Hannah isn’t one for lines, and she certainly doesn’t want a player. I go for brutal, naked honesty.
No pun intended.
“I want to strip you down naked and lick every inch of your body. And after that, I want to bury myself in you until the sun comes up.”
Real fucking smooth.
“You don’t mince words, do you?”
“You’re driving me crazy, Han. I can’t stop touching you, and I don’t want to. I keep remembering what you feel like. What you taste like. I feel like I’m starving, and you’re the only thing I have an appetite for.” The words shock me as they tumble out of my mouth. I’m not used to having to work this hard.
I’m not usually the chaser.
But this woman has always challenged me, and I’ve always found it incredibly hot.
She drops her gaze to the floor. Crap. I knew I was coming on too strong. But in her presence, I can’t keep my chill.
“I’m sorry, Han. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. You can stay here, and I promise I won’t touch you. If you don’t believe me, we’ll get a second room. Can we just forget what I said?”
She looks up, her eyes a little glassy. “You want me. Like this?” She gestures to her body.
