“I’m better now.” Her nose brushes against the lapel of my jacket, giving it a deep inhale. “Tell me your place is going to be nice and cozy when we get there.”
“I already adjusted the temperature on my phone. You’ll be toasty. And if you’re not, I also have a towel warmer. We can throw a couple blankets in there and make a heated tent.”
“Now you’re talking.” Hannah smiles up at me. “How much have you had to drink?”
“Enough to be a slightly buzzed. Not enough to start stumbling.” I pull my jacket tighter around her. “What about you?”
“Perfectly sober. I don’t want to forget anything about tonight.”
“I don’t either.” My phone chimes, telling me our car is arriving. “I canceled practice in the morning.”
“What?” She laughs, her hands resting on my chest. “Why?”
“Don’t think four or five hours with you is going to be enough.” I wrap my arms around her waist, burying my face in her hair. “I want you so fucking bad, Hannah.”
“I want you too, Brody.” Her lips, featherlight against my throat. “Tonight. Tomorrow morning. As many times as you’ll have me.”
A car honks, and I wave down our Uber driver. We settle in the back seat, Hannah sitting in the middle so I can keep my arms around her. She rests her cheek on my shoulder, thumb stroking over my knuckles, and I blow out a breath to keep my heart rate steady.
“What are you thinking about?” she murmurs, a hand on my leg. Her fingers dance up my thigh, all the way to my hip, then stop at my belt. “Anything good?”
“If I told you, I’d lose my perfect Uber rating.” I turn my head, my lips finding her ear. “I’m thinking about how easy it would be to hike your dress up. I could put my jacket over your lap and slip two fingers inside you. The driver wouldn’t know I was fucking you, but I would.”
“God.” Hannah drops her head against the seats behind us. “I forgot how talkative you are in bed.”
“I’m happy to remind you.” I pull down on her bottom lip with my thumb. “And stop calling me god, sweetheart. You know my name. You screamed it last time, didn’t you?”
“Careful, Brody.” A palm, right over my cock. Thank fuck it’s dark as hell outside so the driver can’t see what she’s doing. “Keep talking like that, and I’ll make you get on your knees.”
“Like I wouldn’t do it willingly.” I brush her hair away from her neck, kissing her throat. I’m not normally this handsy, not normally so flustered I get hard in the back seat of a rideshare, but Hannah is addicting. I’ve gone too long without getting my fill, and I don’t know if I want to savor her or devour her. “Are you wet, Hannah?”
“You’ll have to wait to find out.” Her smirk is coy. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. “Are we there yet?”
We are, thank fuck. We pull up to my building and I leave Hannah in the warm car, rounding the vehicle so I can open her door. Fishing out some bills from my wallet, I toss the money to the driver and thank them for the safe drive, trying not to look too desperate when I tug on her arm.
“Before we get started,” I say, practically smashing the button for the elevator in the lobby, “we need to have a quick conversation.”
Hannah presses into my side, her hand on my back. “About what?”
“Testing. Partners. I haven’t, ah, been with anyone since we slept together.”
“Wait.” She files into the elevator, pulling me behind her. “You haven’t?”
“No. Didn’t seem fair to lead another woman on when I was picturing you the whole time,” I mumble. “Even after I ran awayfrom you. Even when I knew I didn’t have a chance. I was still thinking about you.”
“Oh.” Hannah touches my cheek. “I haven’t slept with anyone either. I kissed a couple people, but nothing else. Not like what we had.”
“Does it make me a terrible person to say I’m glad that woman stood you up?” I move my jacket away from her arms, bending to kiss her shoulder. “Because now I get to have you.”
“I won’t dock a point,” she says. We reach my floor, and I’m proud of myself for not kicking open the door to my condo. “But only if you make me come.”
“What else do you want, baby? The moon? I’ll bring it out of the fucking sky for you.”
Her grin is bold. She holds my neck, pulling my mouth to hers as we step inside. She kisses me carefully, a change of pace from how frantic I feel. She swipes her tongue against mine, moving with me as I lock the door behind us.
“My god,” she whispers, turning to look around the foyer that leads to a large living room. “I’m going to need a tour later. This place is massive. Do you require a vial of blood for me to enter? Proof of my income?”
“Such a brat.” I take her purse and my jacket, leaving them on the floor. Sweeping her off her feet, I carry her down the hall, flipping on a couple lights as we go. “And a pain in my ass.”
