A surrender, he realized.
Made more powerful because for a woman like Hannah—the ball-busting, taking-no-prisoners type—letting go was the ultimate form of submission. An unequivocal show of her trust and faith in him to give her what she wanted.
What she needed.
“Touch me, Sam.” She pleaded into his hungry mouth. “Please. I need to feel your hands on me.”
She didn’t need to ask him twice. Keeping her pinned to the wall with his hips, he found the hem of her sweatshirt and slipped his hand inside.
Her skin was warm and silky smooth. The muscles in her belly quivered when he skated his rough palm up her midriff, over her delicate ribs, until the tips of his fingers brushed the underside of her breast.
She gasped at the first hint of such an intimate touch. And when he gently cupped her, weighing her tender flesh, he swallowed her shuddering sigh.
She was a small woman, yet her breasts were large enough to fill his hands. He rubbed the edge of his thumb over her nipple, groaning when it hardened into a pebbled peak that begged to be sucked.
“Sam.” Her nails cut into his scalp as she undulated her hips against him, seeking friction. Seeking pleasure. Seeking release.
“You’re so damned sexy.” The words came out more of a guttural growl than actual speech. The smell of ripe, ready woman tunneled up his nose and made him want to beat his chest, drag her off into his lair, andravageher until he’d imprinted himself upon her. Until every inch of her body bore the scent of his skin, the mark of his teeth, the lingering shadow of his touch. “I want to tear off your clothes and sink into you over and over again until you melt around me.”
“Yes.” There was desperation in her voice.Pleading.“Please, Sam.”
If he’d been able to think, he would’ve realized the Bat Cave was no place to make love to a woman. He would’ve stopped what they were doing so he could lay her down in a soft, warm bed where he could take his time and learn every fascinating inch of her decadent body.
But he couldn’t think. And so it was pure impulse that had him lowering her left leg to the ground.
“Hook your heel into the back of my knee and open up to me, Hannah,” he instructed between the string of kisses he left along the side of her warm neck.
Her breath shuddered out of her, but she didn’t hesitate to obey. Her heel found purchase behind his knee and the sole of her foot molded itself to the back of his calf. Then she let her thigh fall wide.
“That’s it,” he praised, nipping lightly at the curve of her jaw. “Now, relax and lemme make you feel good.”
He reveled in her little whimper of acquiescence when he reclaimed her hot, wanton mouth. Then he slowly pulled on the string at the waistband of the joggers.
It was ripping the ribbons off a Christmas present. It was unboxing a long-awaited Amazon delivery. It was pulling the paper down on the world’s most delicious cupcake. Only better. Because the thing that waited for him beneath the layers was Hannah.
Sweet, warm,willingHannah.
Slipping his hand inside the joggers, he once again marveled at the softness of her skin. How the lower curve of her belly had been made to fit his palm. How the muscles there quivered and spasmed under the gentle pressure of his touch.
The instant his fingers brushed the small triangle of hair at the top of her sex, she cried out.
He nearly cried out too. Cried out at having to be patient when what he really wanted was to pillage and plunder. Cried out at having to be gentle when what he needed was to rut and ravage.
“You’re so soft,” he whispered into her mouth as he slipped one finger, then two, between her slick, feverish folds. “So wet and sweet.”
And then, he lost the ability to speak because he was totally focused on her.
On the slightest catch in her breath. The subtlest jerk of her hips. The tiniest change in the pulse that beat like a butterfly’s wings in her throat.
Locating Hannah’s clit was easy enough. The little nub was turgid and ripe. When he circled it gently, she hummed her pleasure. But when he softly pressed it up and down, she tossed back her head and gasped.
“Good girl,” he encouraged, fitting his mouth over her pulse-point. Wanting to feel how her heart raced. Wanting to know if he did something to make it skip a beat.
For long moments, he simply studied and learned, holding back his own desires, ignoring how his dick flexed and begged. And only when he felt her getting close to the edge, only when her pulse hammered hard against his tongue and her hips flexed mindlessly, did he slip a finger into her heated, grasping interior.
“Sam!” She fisted his hair in her hands.
Before she could catch her breath, he pressed a second finger inside.
