When I let her go this time—long before I want to, my head still full of all the ways I need to touch her, my cock flushed so full it aches—she says, “We’re going to have sex!”
It makes me laugh. She’s so delighted with herself, with us. She’s fucking adorable, this Hanna. “Oh, yes, we definitely are,” I tell her.
She gets up on tiptoes, reaching for another kiss, the first one she’s initiated, and I adore that, too. Also the way her mouth opens immediately beneath mine, and the little breath she sighs out, and the way her hand clutches at my clothes before finding where it wants to be, which is apparently my ass. No complaints here, except maybe that I wish we were naked and in my bedroom.
I pull her tight up against me and let her feel exactly what she does to me, while I find her nipple again through her shirt and bra. I already know she likes just the tip teased, the flick of my finger over the hard bead.
“Oh my God, E. It’s so good.”
What I’m learning is that Hanna’s bluntness is especially delightful when it comes to physical pleasure. She’s honest, and I love that she tells it like it is, in this arena as in all others. “Yeah,” I say. “It’s really fucking good.”
“And I’m so sex starved,” she breathes, smoothing a hand down over the bulge in the front of my shorts.
“Hanna,” I groan, going in for another kiss, even though we said we were going to stop until she calls off the thing with Bear, if it’s even a thing. But she’s so delicious; I want handfuls of her. She makes me So. Fucking. Greedy.
And the garden scent of her, in contrast with all the ways she’s so down to earth? Makes me completely insane.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her.
That makes her laugh. “So, you don’t want to change anything about me.”
“Nope.”
“Even though you once told your brothers that if you ever turned up dead, they should have me arrested and held without bail? And even though you once said that my business card should say Thorn in Easton’s Side?”
“Did I say that?”
“It was a while ago,” she admits.
I take my phone out.
“What are you doing?”
“Putting in a VistaPrint order for your business cards. Is that a capital ’s’ in ‘side’?”
She swats at the phone; I grab her wrist and our eyes meet, heat flaring in hers. I pull her close and kiss her, a smacking joke of a kiss that isn’t a joke at all. Even the short, silly contact sends need surging up my spine.
“I like it,” I tell her. “All of it.”
What I’ve spent the last hour realizing is that there’s a straight connection from the way we poke each other to my libido. And I think there’s at least a chance it’s true for her too. So, all the teasing? It’s been the best kind of foreplay.
“What?”
“I like you the way you are.”
“Really,” she says, crossing her arms. “You liked the old baggy clothes?”
I grin at her. “I like all your clothes. I like the new ones because I can see more of your body, and I really like seeing more of your body. I would like to see a lot more of your body.”
Her eyes darken, and my cock throbs.
“And I meant what I said, that the whole world should see more of you. Everyone should see how good you look. But also?”
I pause for effect.
She tilts her head, waiting.
“I don’t want anyone else to know how fucking hot you are, including Bear fucking Warden because I want you to myself.”
“Yeah?” she says, blushing. She raises an eyebrow, looking immensely pleased with herself. She obviously knows her sexual power, and for some reason, that makes me insanely happy.
“Yeah.”
We watch each other. Careful. Curious. Her mouth slowly curves into a smile that makes a whole fucking garden bloom in my chest.
I wave a hand. “Now I should probably get the hell out of here before I kiss you again. Because if I do, I can’t promise I’m going to stop.”