The second Hannah slipped her hand into mine, it felt as if something settled deep in my chest. She hadn’t given me the words yet, hadn’t fully admitted she was mine, but this was her quiet surrender, whether she realized it or not. There was no damn way I was letting her go now—not ever.
With the baby monitor in one hand, I guided Hannah from Isa’s room into the softly lit hallway, gently pulling the door closed behind us. Her skin felt warm beneath my palm, a gentle tremble running through her fingers as I drew her toward our bedroom. She didn’t resist or hesitate, and that knowledge wrenched my chest in a way I’d never expected.
“Come shower with me,” I murmured, my voice rough and inviting as I led her into the expansive primary bedroom.
With gleaming marble counters, polished chrome fixtures, and heated floors, the en suite bathroom was an indulgence I didn’t use nearly as often as I could have. But right now, all I could think about was Hannah in my space, wet, naked, and panting my name.
The huge glass-enclosed shower sat at one end, lined with rich tile and outfitted with multiple showerheads. A luxurioussoaking tub filled another corner, big enough for two and promising all sorts of fucking possibilities I fully intended to explore later.
I turned on the shower, steam quickly billowing and clouding the glass, then moved back to Hannah. I met her wide, luminous eyes as I reached for her shirt, slowly drawing it up and over her head, savoring every inch of smooth skin revealed beneath my touch.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Hannah.” My voice was a low rasp as I dropped her shirt to the floor, my eyes trailing hungrily over the full swell of her tits encased in pale blue lace, her nipples already pebbled and pressing through the delicate fabric.
I brushed my thumb roughly across one hard peak, satisfaction coursing through my veins when she gasped, her breath hitching deliciously. “Already so eager for me?”
Her cheeks flushed a darker shade of pink, the color spreading down her throat and across the upper curves of her chest. My dick throbbed painfully as I unhooked her bra, letting it fall away so her lush breasts spilled into my waiting palms. “Fuck, sweetheart, the way your body reacts to me.”
She shivered, her lips parting slightly and her chest rising fast beneath my hungry gaze. I slid her pants down her hips, kneeling in front of her as I dragged them slowly to the floor, along with her panties. Her bare pussy was already flushed and slick with arousal, begging for my touch. The sight nearly brought me to my knees—figuratively, since I was already kneeling.
“So damn wet for me, baby,” I groaned, barely resisting the urge to bury my face between her thighs right there. “Gonna take my time with you. Make you beg for it.”
She whimpered softly, trembling visibly as I stood again, my eyes locked on hers as I peeled off my own clothes. Her gaze tracked my every movement, tracing my tattoos and lingering onthe broad expanse of my chest, the taut lines of muscle along my abs, and finally, my cock. It was fully hard and aching, precome already leaking from the swollen tip.
I grinned, smug and unashamed. “You like what you see?”
Her face burned hotter, but her gaze never wavered. Her eyes were openly hungry in a way that had me throbbing harder.
Her breathless voice came out with a teasing lilt, though her voice shook slightly. “Don’t make your head any bigger than it already is.”
A low laugh rumbled from my chest as I deliberately glanced down at my cock, then back up to meet her eyes. “Baby, you always make this head big. I think you like that too, don’t you?”
Her flush deepened, and I couldn’t resist stepping closer and brushing a fingertip gently down the heated curve of her cheek. “Love seeing you blush like this, sweetheart.”
Before she could respond, I pulled open the shower door, steam billowing around us as I turned her toward the water. With a firm, playful tap to her sweet ass, I guided her inside, my voice thick with anticipation. “Get in, baby. Let’s get you wet.”
When we stepped under the hot spray, the water hit us in a rush, cascading over Hannah’s body and slicking her skin until she glistened beneath my hands. Steam curled thickly around us, turning the world into nothing but heat, wet skin, and the addictive scent of her.
I didn’t waste time.
My hands moved over her immediately, efficient at first. Soap and water, getting the job done. But even that turned into something else fast. My palms slid over her shoulders, down the soft slope of her back, then forward, dragging over her tits as I worked the soap in, my thumbs catching on her nipples just enough to make her breath hitch.
“Hold still,” I ordered, even as I made it impossible for her to do that.
She was already reacting, her body straining and her breathing shifting into something shallow and needy. When I dropped a hand between her thighs, washing her slowly and deliberately, her hips jerked forward, chasing more.
“Fuck,” I breathed, more to myself than her. “You like this.”
She didn’t answer, just bit her lip, her eyes darkening as she looked at me through the steam.
It hadn’t really been a question anyway.
I finished quickly after that, rinsing us both off because there was no way in hell I was dragging this part out when I was already on the edge of losing control.
When I straightened, I stepped back just enough to take her in again. Fully this time. Her skin was flushed, her chest rising fast, and her thighs pressed close like she was trying to hold herself together.
Didn’t fucking work.
I grabbed her, hauling her into me, her slick body sliding against mine as my mouth crashed down on hers. The kiss started slowly, with me just tasting her again, but it didn’t stay that way for long. Not with the way she moaned into me, her hands clutching at my shoulders like she needed me closer.
