He couldn’t get enough of her.Unsteady, frantic hands got rid of clothing and he was finally able to touch her skin, discover the contours of her lithe body, delight in her feminine curves.
Shuddering, his hand found its way down to her heat.She was wet and ready for him, burning for him, and he was lost.
With her breath in his ear, her long legs wrapped around him, he pushed into her.Their eyes locked together.He tried to focus, he wanted to see every expression on her face, but her heat surrounded him and with a feral growl, he made her his.He buried his face in her neck, and while silently freaking out, swore he heard his heart shattering into a million pieces.
*
Hannah’s eyes flutteredopen a little later and she realized she would never be the same again.Ever.She was a different person than she had been last night.Darryn’s lovemaking had changed the beat of her heart, the rhythm of the way she breathed, had changed her very soul.
She turned her head.Dark brown eyes were watching her.
He smiled.
Her heart tripped.“Good morning.”
Hesitantly, he touched her cheek.“You’re real.For a minute there, I was wondering whether I was dreaming.”His voice was liquid chocolate, his hand not quite steady.
She’d thought the fire he’d lit inside of her last night had died, but sizzling embers burst into flame again and she pulled his head down.Immediately a whirlwind swept her up again and she was lost.
*
Hours later whenshe opened her eyes again, he was dressed in only jeans and was opening the hotel room door.
“Yes, that looks great.Thanks.”The next minute he pulled a trolley into the room.“Breakfast.”He looked at his watch.“Or a late lunch, rather.I don’t know about you, but I need food.”
Hannah sat up and looked around for something to put on.
He grinned and tossed her his T-shirt.“I don’t mind you being naked, but if you want to eat, you should probably put something on.”
“Oh, I want to eat,” she said and pulled the T-shirt over her head.It was way too big for her, but at least she was covered.It was difficult to act normal with his hot, brown eyes following her every move.She got out of the bed and moved toward the trolley.
“I wasn’t sure whether you’re a coffee or tea person, so I ordered both,” he said.
“Coffee, please, when I wake up, tea the rest of the day,” she said and poured herself a cup.“You?”She picked up the other cup.
“Coffee.Always.Can’t stand tea.”
“Coffee it is.”She handed him his coffee and curled up in one of the chairs, her legs tucked away underneath her.“Favorite food?”
*
By the timethe tray was empty, they’d discovered they both loved Italian food, listened to rock music, preferred a Shiraz when they drank wine, couldn’t stand large crowds, and preferred to stay home rather than go out.She would watch the odd whodunit movie, but preferred sappy love stories; he, of course, preferred thrillers, war movies, and spy stories.
But it was getting more difficult by the minute to focus on her questions.She’d moved in the chair and now the T-shirt had ridden up her thigh.His eyes had zoomed in on her exposed satiny skin and her voice was coming from further and further away.
“Tell me about your family?”she asked.
He got up and went over to where she was sitting.
“You really want to talk about family?”
Her eyes darkened with desire.She lifted her arms.“Not really.”
*
Much later, Darrynlay staring at the ceiling.Next to him, Hannah was still sleeping.He turned his head.She was lying on her tummy, the whole of her naked smooth back exposed to him.
For three days, he’d hardly left her side.
