Whatisthis exactly? Where is it headed? And where can it possibly end?
Probably things he should’ve worked outbeforehe tossed aside all his long-held misgivings and kissed her. But he was too far gone to back down now. His need for her was too strong, his passion for her too hot.
The only thing that would stop him from stripping her naked and plunging into her tight, warm body was if she herself hit the brakes.
Thankfully—for him—she wasn’t abrakeskinda gal. She was more of thepedal to the metaltype. She proved it by pulling him through the open door of his bedroom with a breathy laugh and a coquettish smile.
Like all things in life, he decided he’d deal with the consequences of his actions once those consequences arrived. For now, he kicked his bedroom door shut and tugged her hand so she turned to him. Another tug was her invitation to fall into his arms.
But she didn’t fall; she leapt. Hitting him with all her momentum and wrapping her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist.
He let out a littleoofwhile stumbling back, stabilizing himself with a hand on the doorknob.
“The last thing a woman wants to hear when she throws herself at a man isoof,” she scolded.
He let go of the doorknob so he could use both hands to cup her wonderfully curvy hips. He loved the way his fingertips sank into her firm flesh when he gave her a squeeze.
“What I meant was…oofuckinghell. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
One corner of her decadent mouth hitched. “Nice save.”
“Nice ass,” he countered. “And nice tits. And nice mouth. And nice…everything.”
“I inherited at leastsomeof the same genetics as my sister,” she teased. “So don’t sound so surprised.”
“Nothing about you surprises me.” His words were grated between his teeth because she flexed her hips, rubbing their sexes together and creating an eye-crossing friction even through the fabric that separated them. “But everything about you delights me,” he added, giving her hips another squeeze.
“Another good answer.” Her grin was teasing. “You’re really on a roll.”
“And I’m just getting started.” He punctuated his point by claiming her lips.
As he marched them toward his bed, her mouth was hungry against his own. Her hands got busy tunneling into his hair. And she continued to rub her body against him, teasing him with the promise of the pleasure to come.
When his shins bumped the side of the bed, he gave her one last, lingering kiss before tossing her onto the mattress.
She squealed in surprise, bounced once, and then laughed as she pushed her hair out of her face. She opened her mouth to scold him or tease him or say something outlandishly on-brand and Hannah, but he stopped her by launching himself on top of her.
“Sam!” She squealed.
“Sorry.” He told her, glorying in the way she caught him in the cradle of her hips. “But this is whatcha do to me. You rip away all the charm and charisma I’ve cultivated over the years and make me revert back to my former Southside self. All grit and no glamour.”
She twined her hands behind his neck. “Good. I like gritty, glamourless Southside Sam. He was my very first crush, you know?”
“And now?” He arced a teasing eyebrow.
“Now I’mstillcrushing on him. But I wish he’d shut up and get this show on the road. We have to be on a plane in—”
He silenced her with his mouth, reclaiming and remapping all the terrain he’d so recently explored.
Proving she was just as greedy, just asneedyas he was, she pulled his sweatshirt over his head and tossed it to the floor beside the bed. The cool air of the bedroom felt nice against his heated skin. But not as nice as her hands when she ran them over his chest, using the edge of her thumbnails to flick at his nipples until they hardened.
“Take off your clothes, Sam.” Passion turned her voice husky. “I need to feel all of you against all of me.”
The image of his large, scarred body pressing tight against her small, perfect frame bloomed to life inside his head and tempted him to do as she asked. But when he remembered her whispered words about sucking his dick into the back of her throat, he thought it wise to keep his pants on.
Hannah was Hannah. She gave as good as she got.
If he got naked, her focus would turn to the part of him that needed her the most. The part of him that was so hard and hot and hungry that, were she to do even half of the things she’d described, he feared he’d go off like a fucking bottle rocket.Zip. BOOM!
