Of course, I’ll find a way to control myself until she tells me otherwise. I’m assuming she’ll want to wait for…a few weeks?Months? I have no idea how women work. I just want to be completely alone with her so that…
Be honest. You want to be totally alone with her so that you can be yourself.
It’s true. When other people are around, I always feel like someone is breathing down my neck, about to order me to do something. Either my family, or people who know them.
I’m always happy to help, of course. That’s not even a question. But a command instead of a request, even though it’s a subtle difference, always makes me feel like there’s a heavy boot pressing on my chest.
Hanna, on the other hand… I could never help that woman enough. I would drive all the way into West Stoneburg every single morning just to give her a two-minute lift to work. Although I secretly hope she won’t be there much longer.
My foot eases off the gas as I take the turn toward downtown. I don’t like that Hanna is spending so much time at a place where she’s unhappy. I hate that she seems trapped.
I can tell something’s wrong the second I see my sweet girl, partly because she’s standing several doors down the street from the shop.
I kiss her hello, then ask, "What's the matter, you ashamed of being seen with me? Or is it your aunt again?"
She rolls her beautiful blue-green eyes as she grips my arm. "She grounded me."
I stare. "I honestly can't tell if you're joking or not."
She bursts out laughing. "Shethinks she's dead serious. Me, I don't know."
"I was hoping we could make dinner at my house tonight. Should I just take you home?”
Her eyes dance. "Actually, they're away for the weekend. Won't be back until midday Monday. The store is closed tomorrow, so I'm free as a bird."
It's ridiculous how much this girl makes me smile. I swear, my lips have been curled into a grin more times since I've met her than in the previous year.
I drive Hanna home to grab a few things and take an instant dislike to her apartment. It's basically one room over the garage with small windows and an even smaller bathroom. The wall between the bathroom and the rest of the space is paper-thin. It all looks like it was thrown together by someone on a shoestring budget with a looming deadline.
"At least you have a library." I nod to the shelf by the door that leads down some rickety stairs.
The shelf holds maybe thirty paperbacks. "I couldn't bring much," she explains. "Just a few favorites. Most of those I picked up at the ‘buck a book’ library sale two weeks ago."
I chuckle. "When we get to my place, are you going to judge me by my library?"
Her hand grips my arm as she grins cheekily. "They say size doesn't matter. But I will be judging you on quality. Okay, maybe quantity too."
We both laugh, then my arms dart out to draw her against me. At first our kiss is sweet. Tender. Then the heat begins to build as I pin her against the fragile wall, groaning into her soft mouth. She moans as she grips the back of my neck, holding me closer.
It takes a real effort to step back, then I clear my throat. "Hanna, I need you to know that even though my house is in the literal middle of nowhere, you're in charge. I will behave myself if you want me to."
She bites her sexy, plush bottom lip for a few seconds, sending a wave of blood south until I can feel my pulse beating in my cock.
"What if I don't want you to behave?" she breathes.
My hand glides up the side of her cheek as I lean against her again, the feel of her soft breasts pressing to my chest sending my lust through the roof. “What do you mean, precisely?” My lips lightly leave a trail of kisses along her forehead. “I was thinking of drawing the line at kissing and cuddling.”
“I’m on the pill,” she blurts. “Haven’t ever needed it, but…”
My shaft swells instantly, cramped in my jeans, twitching as it fights to stand to full attention. Just as I’m hoping Hanna didn’t notice, her eyes widen. “I guess someone else is excited about this weekend too?”
“He’s not invited.” My voice is extra gritty. “We’ll see what happens, okay?”
Hanna nods, and as we kiss again, I’m not imagining the way she grinds her hips against me. This hot, curvy goddess wants me almost as much as I want her – if that’s possible.
This is going to be a very interesting weekend.
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