Ford rests his forehead against mine. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you. Ford, we still—”
“I’ll do whatever it takes.” He cups his hands around my face. “Please, Hannah.”
“I know you will. Okay,” I say, my voice shaking with emotion. I’m done fighting what I feel for Ford. I love him, and there’s no getting over him. Ford is the boy I dream about at night. He’s the guy I think about during the day. I love him, and even though we’ve had our difficulties, he’s the man I want.
Ford’s lips collide with mine, and he lifts me, pressing me against the tile. The feel of our wet, slick bodies pressed together is overwhelming, and I moan into his mouth. “Don’t even think about stopping,” I say, raking my hand down his back.
“Not even if the world was on fire.”
16. The Perfect Date
I glide my lips along Hannah’s jaw, down her neck, and between the valley of her breasts, and then I lightly bite and suck the underside of her breast. She’s heaven, and I can’t get enough of her. I want to touch her everywhere. I didn’t realize what a bad idea Hannah showering was until I opened the bathroom door with her towel. I saw her black and yellow swimsuit first lying across the vanity, and my mind conjured up memories of us lying on the warm sand, kissing her hands wrapped around me for the first time, touching and exploring. Then I saw her little white skirt and shirt crumpled on the floor, and I remembered the feel of her skin as I helped her take off her sundress at the meadow. I told myself not to look, but it was like telling myself not to breathe.
I wrap her leg around my hip, then trail my hand down her stomach and between her legs, petting her where it’s good. “It feels like a lifetime since I’ve touched you like this.” I breathe into her skin, nipping and kissing her shoulder.
“31 days,” Hannah pants. Her breaths coming faster than her pleasure builds.
I laugh, nipping at her jaw. “Have you been keeping track?”
She wraps her arm around my neck and kisses me from my jaw up to my ear. “No more than you have.” And she bites my lobe.
“I’ve totally been keeping track. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed us.”
“Ford,” Hannah pants. She reaches up, yanking on my hair, and pulls me down to her. “Kiss me, please.” She begs, nipping at my lips. I cover my lips with hers, and she opens her mouth, her tongue darting out to meet mine. I kiss her and kiss her until I feel her body coiled tight, ready to break into a thousand beautiful pieces.
“You’re right, their baby, let go.” I lean down, swiping my tongue over her rosy nipple and sucking it into my mouth.
Hannah’s fingers dig into my shoulders. She nuzzles her face into the crook of my neck, licking and biting. “Ford, I love you,” she pants as her pleasure consumes her.
“I love you too.” I kiss her cheek, holding her tight, and maneuver us, so the hot water from the shower pours over us.
Hannah leans in, kissing her way up my chest and neck to my lips. She reaches behind me and then holds up a shiny red foil packet between her fingers. She arches an eyebrow, giving me a sly smile. “Can I put it on?”
I let out a low groan. “I don’t think I could stop you, even if I wanted to.”
Hannah laughs, tearing the packet open with her teeth. She holds the condom up, examining it. I grab her hand and tilt it, so she’s holding the right side up. “This way.”
“Got it.” She nods, giving me a sheepish smile, places the thin sheath of rubber over my tip, and in a smooth, confident motion, rolls it onto me. I grit my teeth, hissing at the pleasure. She wraps her leg around my waist, grinding into me. “I’m ready for you, and now you’re ready for me,” she whispers.
“I’ve been ready for you for the last 31 days.”
The knot that’s been a constant ache in my chest has finally loosened now that Hannah and I are officially back together. I don’t ever want to experience that again. While Hannah gets dressed and does her hair, I fix dinner. It’s nothing fancy. I’m just throwing some stuff together that my mom made for me to eat while she’s out of town.
Hannah comes downstairs, her curly hair bouncing behind her. She looks like a weight has been lifted off her. “What’s for dinner, my dear devoted manservant?” she asks with a laugh.
I laugh, shaking my head. I know she’s joking, but I am completely devoted to her. I’d do anything, give her anything, she asked. “Grilled chicken and pasta Caesar salad, with fresh peaches for dessert.”
“Uh—wow! Sounds great.”
“Before you get all thunderstruck over my remarkable cooking skills, my mom made several meals for me before she left town.”
Hannah’s mouth drops open. “Thunderstruck? Remarkable? Wow, I’m very impressed. Seven points for you.”
I quirk a smile and lean in, giving her a quick kiss. “Thanks.” I get us each a glass of water, and we take our food into the family room to eat.
“I can’t believe your mom made you meals to eat while she’s gone.”
