Page 51 of Hidden While In Sight

He wasn’t angry. Reason warred with obsession in his mind.

For a moment, he’d allowed himself to believe Hannah had chosen him. Reality stabbed through him. Hannah hadn’t chosen him. She was just so used to obeying, she never considered leaving.

His eyes squeezed shut. “For fuck’s sake,” he muttered to himself.

Her breathing sped up in the silence that fell between them. “D-Do you want us to leave, Diego?”

She’d said his name. His pulse stuttered. The only thing keeping him in place was that shivery tone that meant she was afraid.

“Do you want to leave?” he asked. His eyes opened, feasting on her, absorbing the way she looked, in case he wouldn’t be able to see her again.

“No.”

He crossed to where she sat, watching small vibrations run through her body as he approached. Seeing them, he sank to his knees in front of her, pinning his hands with them so he wouldn’t grab her, so the part of him that craved nothing but her wouldn’t sink its teeth into her and never let go.

“The truth, Hannah. I understand. You have your kids to think of, and I’m not—” He cut off the words with a shuddering breath, looking into her eyes, which wouldn’t meet his. “You don’t have to stay here with me. I’ll let you go. Ramiro will set you up somewhere. It’ll have to be with new names, but you’ll have money, a fresh start.”

She took a shuddering breath, staring down at the Bible open in her lap. Her hand shook a little as she shut it, setting it aside.

Making room for him to crawl between her legs, his mind whispered.

He held himself still, waiting as the air between them seemed to vibrate. Or maybe that was just his fucking skin, which he felt like he needed to rip off so he could breathe.

He watched her nose twitch and wanted to kiss it, wanted to mouth it, to mouth every part of her, even the toes curling into the carpet as she sat and thought.

It felt like time stood still even as it stretched between them.

Her head lifted.

“I’m meant to be here.”

For a second, he heard meant to be with him. He reached for her, his hand bumping against the Bible next to her. That wasn’t going to stop him. He let his hands skim along the outsides of her thighs, gripping her hips over those soft lounge pants she liked to wear. His chest pressed against the front of her legs, wishing he was pressed against bare skin.

His mind finally processed what she had said outside of what he wanted to hear. “Fuck, you mean the God stuff. You think God wants you here? I’m not some guardian angel sent down from heaven, Hannah. I thought you understood that.” He nudged her legs apart, crawling between them and dragging her hips forward on the couch so he was pressed right where he wanted to be. The material wasn’t as thin as he’d thought; it cushioned her from him when all he wanted to feel was her soaked cunt.

Hannah’s gasp sounded enticing as hell as her shirt rode up a little and she blinked up at him from her sprawled position.

“Satan was more likely the one with a hand in this. He sent me to tempt you.” His thumbs stroked over her exposed skin as his mouth watered, dying to have a taste of her. “Can I tempt you to sin with me again, Hannah?”

Her hand reached for him, tracing along the side of his face. “God uses all things for His good, Diego. Even bad things. Even you.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, leaning forward to take her mouth. He’d thought he’d remembered the taste of her, but she was so much more potent than he remembered. Her lips moved with his, her tentative tongue tracing his lip. “You taste so good, mami.” He dove in for more, losing himself in the kiss, stroking his tongue inside her mouth as his fingers curled under the edges of her ass and he rocked between her thighs, still cushioned too much for her heat to reach him. Every part of his body writhed in need.

He wanted her. He wanted her so fucking much it scared him. This emotion clawing at his insides could hurt her. He never wanted to hurt her.

He kissed over the damaged edge of her mouth. “Tell me to stop.”

She smelled of that minty eucalyptus. Even her breath smelled of mint as it ghosted over his lips. “I don’t want you to stop.”

Her words stroked along his cock, making it grow harder as it pressed against her.

He needed more. “Then prove it.” It had to be her choice. “Lift that shirt of yours so I can suck those cherry tits into my mouth.”

Her legs curled around his hips, urging him tighter against her as she whimpered in her throat and dragged her shirt up so that it bunched beneath her chin.

When she lay almost flat, her breasts were all nipple. The skin began to wrinkle and pucker as he stared and tried to breathe evenly, telling himself not to lunge for her. His hands slid up the exposed skin at her sides, dragging her torso off the couch and toward his mouth. Fuck, that was him making that desperate sound as he closed his lips around her, sucking on her hard.

Hannah arched her back, pressing her breast into his mouth, and he lashed his tongue along the peak.

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