“Let me come with you, no power,” he says, rolling onto his back and instantly making me shiver with the cold air that seeps between us. With a yawn, he swings his legs over the side of the couch and stretches his arms overhead. Where’s the camerawhen you need one? When has a back been so hot?Never. That’s the answer.
Snap out of it, I tell myself as he turns on the flashlight he had on the side table and I get up to follow him. He really thought of everything.
“I’ll wait out here, then we can do a switch,” he states as we get to the powder room.
“Sounds like a plan.”
Sounds like a plan?Really, Hannah? That’s what you decide to go with?Rolling my eyes at myself in the mirror, I realize I am, once again, blushing like a schoolgirl.
“What is wrong with me?” I ask myself, still staring in the mirror. “You almost came on his leg, that’s what's wrong with you,” I tell myself as I push off the counter and take care of business. Once I’m done washing my hands, I open the bathroom door to find Ian mid-yawn. Trying not to stare at his rippling muscles, I hand him the flashlight and lean against the wall.
“I’ll be quick,” he promises as he leaves me in the dark and closes the door. Before he can finish up, a huge rumble of thunder makes its way through. More lightning strikes illuminate the night sky, making me jump with a small squeak escaping my lips.
Before I can calm myself down, he opens the bathroom door, making me jump once again, letting a louder squeal escape me.
“Woah there,” he says, wrapping an arm around me. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I should have left you the flashlight.”
“Not you,” I answer, burying my face in his chest as I wrap my arms around his waist and take in his woodsy smell. “Thunder, then lighting,”
“Yeah, that one sounded pretty bad,” he answers, wrapping his other arm around me giving me a squeeze. “Want some water, or just bed?”
“Bed, please,” I answer, not letting go of him.
“Bed it is then,” he confirms as he bends down to grab me around my knees, effectively picking me up as if I weigh nothing and this is a regular occurrence for us. He takes the ten or so steps to the living room before carefully depositing me beside the couch as he lifts the covers, nodding at me to get into bed.
Crawling in, I make my way back to my side of the makeshift bed, but before I can get too comfortable, I feel one of his arms sneak under my hips and the other over my chest pulling me towards him, as my back meets his warm chest.
“That’s better,” he murmurs as he once again buries his face into my hair leaving a small kiss on the back of my neck.
Screw it, I tell myself as I back my body even more into his arms. Taking a deep breath, I feel myself relax into him, making him tighten his arms around me as he flexes his fingers low on my belly.
Jesus Christ. This guy will me the death of me.If he keeps going I’m gonna find myself pushing against him like I did before he woke up, and therefore, dying of embarrassment. It’s taking all the self control I have not to push my ass into his groin.
I am such a hussy, I think to myself. I have no self control. I always have control. Yet, I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life, I can feel myself getting wet. Thank God these boxers are thicker than my regular underwear and that his thigh is no longer pressed up between mine.
And I just jinxed myself. I almost moan out loud as he pulls me impossibly closer and nudges his leg between mine.
“What’s wrong? I can hear you thinking. You’re safe, and I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers in my hair.
“I know. I’m just trying to relax so I can sleep,” I answer, hoping he believes me, yet I feel him harden against my lower back once again.
Just do it—I hear Lacey say in my head—Push back against him and take advantage of that big-dick energy that leaks through his pores. I slightly shift my hips back and push back against him making him groan and once again flex his hand low on my belly grazing over the band of the boxers I have on.
“Hannah,” he says in a warning tone, which just encourages me to push back a little harder. “What are you playing at, Pretty Girl?” he asks in a husky tone, bringing his leg closer to my center and making me bite back a moan.
“Nothing,” I say, hearing just how breathy my voice sounds.
“You sure about that?” he asks as he grinds his hard-on into my ass and grabs my hip, pushing me down onto his leg. This time I can’t hold onto the moan that leaves my mouth. “Do you need me to help you relax, so you can sleep through the storm?” he asks against my neck, his warm breath making me shiver. “Hmm? Is that what you want, Pretty Girl?” he asks again as he grinds me against his leg, his hand making its way under the T-shirt I’m wearing, stopping on my lower ribs, just under my breast.
“Say the word, and I’ll help you relax,” he says, laying a teasing row of kisses along the column on my neck.
“Yes.” With a deep moan I push back against his leg.
“Yes, what?” he asks as he trails his hand just a breath higher, slightly cupping the bottom of my breast. “Do you need me to make you come, Pretty Girl?” The sound of his voice alone could get me there. I’m so close already, it won’t take much.
Clenching my thighs around his leg, I whisper, “Ian, please make me come.”
“Good girl,” he says, making my pussy clench as I let out a low moan.
