After dinner, they took a walk around the property. It was dark and damp, and storm clouds were rolling in, but they took flashlights and bundled up. Just as they arrived back at the house, the skies opened.
“We made it back just in time.” Hannah laughed as the rain began in earnest. A bolt of lightning lit up the sky.
“I love a good storm,” Jake said, looking out over the property. “As long as I’m watching it from inside.”
“Definitely. A warm drink sounds inviting right about now.” Hannah stood on the porch, shaking out her coat, sending droplets everywhere.
“Or an alcoholic one. That’ll warm you up, too.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “It’s Friday night. How about a drink?”
They hung up their soggy coats and took inventory of Jake’s meager liquor supply.
“Sorry if I made it sound like I had a full bar or something,” he said. “There’s red wine, tequila, and a few beers in the fridge. Pick your poison.”
She laughed. “How about a glass of wine?”
“Coming up,” he said, moving to find a bottle opener. “I’m not in the mood to study tonight. You wanna blow off homework and watch a movie?”
“That sounds like a great idea. I couldn’t retain another ounce of information anyway. This nonstop studying is making me crazy.”
He poured her a glass of wine and himself a couple of fingers of tequila over ice. They brought the bottles and a bowl of popcorn to the coffee table.
The wine seemed to make her a little lovey-dovey. Halfway through the movie, and her second glass of wine, she cuddled up to him on the couch. Not that he was complaining, he wasn’t. It just meant he’d been fighting a hard-on for the last hour. The scent of her shampoo and the softness of her hair on his arm was killing him. All he could think about was burying his hands in that luscious auburn mane while he kissed her senseless.
After the movie, he picked up the dishes, shut everything down, and double-checked that the house was locked up while she went to get ready for bed. When she came out of the bathroom, his heart stopped. He stood rooted in place, unable to do anything but gawk.
She was wearing nothing but a very sheer, very short negligee. It left little to the imagination, and his imagination had already been working overtime.
“Jake?”
He snapped out of his stupor, shook his head, and feigned nonchalance. “Is that what you normally wear to bed?” He’d only seen fuzzy pajama bottoms and long baggy sweatshirts.
“No.” She began walking toward him. The closer she got, the more he could see, and he lost the battle of the hard-on.
“Good God, woman. Is that what you’ve been keeping under all the baggy sweatpants?” Her legs were short but slim and toned. Her breasts were full and her nipples tight.
She finally got to where he was standing and stopped. “Do you like it?”
He coughed out a laugh. “Uh, hell yeah, I like it.”
“Jake, can I sleep with you tonight?” She bit her lip.
Her sultry tone had him seconds away from throwing her down right here on the floor. If he said yes, there would be very little sleep involved. If he said no, he’d regret it for the rest of his life and probably crush Hannah’s feelings.
She looked nervous as hell, and he was certain this wasn’t her usual MO with men. Maybe the wine had given her a little liquid courage. Whatever he said, he had to take it easy.
Coming even closer, she went up on her tiptoes to kiss his neck. He groaned. A man could only be so strong, and he’d used up every last ounce of self-control making it to the end of the movie without kissing her. There was none left to withstand the temptation in front of him.
“Fuck it,” he mumbled, grabbing the backs of her thighs and hoisting her up so that her legs wrapped around him. Mouths met with a fiery passion. She opened to him right away, and hot tongues met in the middle. Her arms tightened around his neck, her cast thunking his head. He put her down, grabbed her hand, and more or less dragged her to his bedroom.
Once there, he sat on the bed in front of her, put his hands on her hips, and stared into her eyes. He ran his thumb softly over her bruised cheekbone, tenderly kissed her black eye, and then put his forehead to hers. “Are you sure about his?” he whispered. This was her last shot to say no.
In response, she pulled the scrap of useless fabric over her head and stood before him, completely naked. He sucked in a breath, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe.
“Holy shit,” he said, running his hands slowly up her torso and down her arms. He fondled her breasts and toyed with her nipples until she was swaying on her feet. Then he pulled her closer and took one of the tight buds into his mouth. She moaned and dug her fingers into his shoulders.
She pulled away long enough to paw at his T-shirt, finally pulling it over his head and tugging at him to stand. She ran her hands along his chest and down his arms, mumbling her appreciation. After exploring his torso, she got to his jeans. The cast covering part of her fingers caused her to fumble with the buttons, but she eventually got them all undone. His dick was straining against his boxers, ready for freedom. She put a dainty hand on him and rubbed. A groan escaped his lips.
“I’ve wanted to see you naked for a long time now,” she said as she pushed his pants and underwear down his legs. He stepped out of them and let her stare.
