Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
She was on one end of the sofa, her legs stretched out. I slid closer and propped her legs on my lap, wanting to touch her. I glanced at her, meeting her eyes, and she smiled at me but didn’t say anything. After a while, the rhythm of the needles changed, then stopped, and I looked over, seeing she had fallen asleep. I watched her for a few moments, then stroked her calves. “Hannah, baby. Wake up.”
Her eyes fluttered open.
“Time for bed.”
“Oh,” she mumbled. “Okay.” She pushed off the sofa, bent down, and pressed a brief kiss to my mouth. “Night.”
She wandered down the hall, and I waited for a few moments, then turned off the TV, checked the locks, and got ready for bed. I went to the kitchen and filled my jug with ice water, pausing at Hannah’s door. I peeked in, seeing her sitting against her headboard.
“Okay, baby?” I asked.
“I’m fine.”
“Okay, just checking. Night.”
“Night.”
I left my door open, so I could hear her. When she fell asleep, she made a soft whistling sound every so often, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep unless I heard it. But instead, I heard her toss and turn, the sound of her frustration quiet but evident.
I sat up, calling to her. “I’m right here, Cinnamon. I've got a big bed, and I’m waiting.”
I tried not to laugh as the sounds of her hurried footsteps met my ears. I lifted the comforter, and she dove under, snuggling against me.
“I was trying not to bother you,” she muttered.
I pressed a kiss to her head. “Not bothering. I like you here.”
“Good. This is an awesome bed.”
“Is it just the bed you like?”
She tilted up her head. “No, the sexy man waiting for me is the best part.”
I lowered my head, capturing her mouth. Our lips moved together, and I deepened the kiss, our tongues tangling. Hannah whimpered, sliding her hands around my neck as I shifted, rising over her and pressing her down into the mattress. I slipped my hand under her, pulling her closer as our kissing became passionate. Deep and carnal. I groaned as she wrapped a leg around my waist, and I felt the heat of her. Dragging my lips down her throat, I licked and nipped at the skin. “We should stop, Cinnamon.”
“No.”
I felt her hand wrap around me, and I cursed as she cupped my balls.
“I want you, Chase.”
“Jesus, Hannah.” I was almost panting in my desperation for her.
“Please.”
I didn’t resist. I didn’t want to resist. I had wanted her from the moment I met her. I rolled, taking her with me so she was straddling me. “Whatever you want, Hannah.” I gathered her lacy gown in my hands. “But this has to go.”
She helped me tug it over her head, and I stared at her in the dim light spilling in from the hall. Her breasts were high and tight, the nipples hard. She wore nothing else. I shook my head.
“So fucking gorgeous.”
She leaned forward, kissing my jaw. “I want you naked too.”
How I got my sweatpants off without moving her, I had no idea. But between us, we did, and then there was nothing. Nothing except her soft skin against mine. Her mouth pressed to my lips, our tongues tasting and dancing. We touched each other, discovering the hidden dips and valleys. She was ticklish under her ribs. She whimpered when I nuzzled the spot behind her ear. I found out how much she liked it when I pinched and sucked her nipples. The way she groaned when I stroked between her legs. The feel of her silky wetness was incredible on my fingers. I could only imagine how it would feel around my cock.
She stroked me, trailing her fingers along my length, rolling her thumb over the crown, and making me moan as she pumped me. I discovered I shuddered when she ran her fingers over my pelvis, the feeling incredible and arousing. We kissed endlessly, the taste of her addictive and heady. My body was on fire, awash with desire for her. Her little noises—the breathy sighs, low moans, and tiny whimpers—turned me on. I wanted to hear them every night.
“Make love to me, Chase.”
I rolled over, hovering over her. “It’s been a long time for me, Hannah. Years.”
“Oh God, is it wrong I find that so hot?” she whispered. “It’s like you’re a born-again virgin.”
I began to laugh, burying my face into her fragrant neck. “I think that’s overstating it a little. My hand and my cock are best friends.”
“I hate to break the two of you up.”
“I’m good with it. Your pussy is going to be a major upgrade.”
She wrapped her legs around me. “I’m on birth control. I’m safe. You’re safe. Please.”
I sank into her slowly. The heat, the intensity of the moment, the emotional impact this would have on us weren’t lost on me. It was momentous. It meant so much to me, and I knew it did to Hannah as well. I flexed my hips again, sliding into her completely.