“She’s even more gorgeous in person,” she says as the cat lays down on her lap, purring ridiculously louder than usual. Lucky cat; can’t blame her, I’d be purring too. “I’ve always wanted a black cat.”
“Not many people do. They don’t photograph well apparently. And we all know, you only get a pet for your instagram account these days,” I say with a shake of my head as I reach over to give Hagrid an extra scratch between the ears.
“Now that you’ve been properly introduced, movie time,” I exclaim happily as I set the projector on the back of the couch, hit a few buttons on the remote to turn off the lights, and press play on the streaming service.
Leaning back and getting comfortable under the blankets, she says, “This is awesome, it’s like being a kid again at a drive-in, but better.”
About fifteen minutes into the movie, I feel her shuffling around. “The only thing we didn’t think through is the wine,” she says with a cute little sigh.
“Actually, give me thirty seconds,” I say, pressing pause and going into the kitchen. A few seconds later I return, holding out a straw cup filled with wine, “Here you go. My sister had the same dilemma with her virgin daiquiris the last time she was here and ordered these with my Amazon account before she left.”
“I need to meet this girl. It sounds like I need to be more like her,” Hannah says with a laugh. “She definitely knows what she wants,” she continues as she settles back in to watch the movie.
As the movie continues, the storm gets worse. The wind is now howling, and you can hear the trees whine between the cracks of thunder and lighting. Hearing the deep rumble of thunder, I feel the couch dip and Hannah get closer.
“You doing okay there? Want a refill?” I ask.
“I’m fine, but a little extra liquid courage wouldn’t hurt,” she says, handing me her cup, eyes fixed on the window.
“How come you’re afraid of storms?” I ask refilling her cup.
“My parents are really busy people, workaholics really. They were always gone on some kind of business trip or dinner,” she starts, grabbing her now full cup. “When I was nine, they had a last-minute dinner with a client and couldn’t find me a babysitter in time, and the Jones were out of town for a hockey tournament. I was really mature for my age, so they decided to leave me at home, alone. It was only supposed to be for a fewhours . . .” She pauses, taking a gulp of wine, lost in the memory. “Just for dinner, and they would be back home. But that night, a storm came in; it was a bad one. The house lost power because the tree in the front yard fell. And they never answered their phones. They ended up coming back home the next morning. The roads had closed due to the storm. I’ve just been terrified of storms since then.”
“That’s horrible,” I mutter, not knowing what else to say. The only thing I want to comment on is her parents’ parenting techniques. Moving in closer to her, so my leg is pressed against hers, I grab her hand. Immediately, I feel her relax into the space beside me. I grabbed her hand to settle her, but it also settled me. A sense of peace washes over me as I feel her fingers tightly wrap around mine.
“It’s life. There’s a reason I came here and not to them when my life went sideways,” she says, closing the last of the gap between us and settling the length of her body against me, moving her attention to the second film that’s starting.
Three-quarters of the way into the second movie, we lose power. Turning towards Hannah, who is still holding my hand, I notice she’s fast asleep. Carefully letting go of her hand, I reach for the cup she’s still holding in her other hand to put it on the side table before reaching behind us to close the projector.
Settling back in, she rolls into me, throws her leg over mine and her arm across my chest and says, sleepily, “It’s okay, by the way, if you think of me that way. I think of you that way too,” she finishes with a yawn and snuggles deeper into me, answering my thoughts from earlier. I guess I had said that aloud too.
Chapter 19
I don’t want to get up. I’m so warm. I’m in the perfect cocoon of warmth . . . with something poking my lower back, and something purring beside my head, so loudly that I don’t know if that’s what woke me up or if it’s the thunder outside.
It takes me a few seconds to remember where I am.
I’m at Ian’s house.
Blinking my eyes open, I come face to face with Hagrid giving me a look and patting my face with her paw as if to tell me to go back to bed.I wish I could, girl, but I really need to pee.Peeking up around my cocoon of blankets, I see the rain is still pelting the windows and lightning streaking the sky.
Ian is wrapped around me like an octopus. He’s spooning me with his top leg between mine, his chest resting tightly to my back, one arm under my head and the other wrapped around me, and his hand falling just below my breast. I don’t think I’ve ever been held so tightly before, not even by someone awake. It’s like he doesn’t want me to escape. Maybe I don’t need to pee after all. Maybe I’ll just stay here and enjoy this. Who knows thenext time I’ll be held by a guy that looks like Ian, and as if I’m his most cherished possession in the world.
As I settle in a bit deeper into Ian’s bare chest, he lets out a sleepy moan, tightens his arm around me, and pushes his leg up into the apex of my thighs as he rocks his hips into my lower back, making me let out an involuntary moan. I’m enjoying this way too much.
It takes everything in me not to rock my own hips into his thigh. I can’t remember the last time I was so turned on and he’s not even awake. He’s sleeping and has me wetter than I’ve ever been. I swear just a few thrusts against his leg would have me seeing stars. Before I can stop myself, I push my hips downwards just as he repeats his last movement of rocking his hips into my lower back and pushing his leg up, meeting my thrust down.
This time I concentrate on the feeling of him pushing into me. When was the last time I felt someone this big push against me?Try never, the voice inside my head answers. She’s not wrong. I need to get out of this bed before I make myself come on his leg like some nymphomaniac with a sleep kink.
As slowly and gently as I can, I try to move my body away from his. Before I can get too far, he squeezes me back in and buries his face in my hair.
Finally, he lets me go with one final thrust of his hips. “Hannah?” he sleepily asks.
“Yeah?” I manage to squeak out.
“Where are you going?” he asks, still holding onto me, slightly pressing his lips to my neck, making me let out another involuntary moan as his soft breath skims my neck.
“Bathroom,” I manage to get out.
