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She didn’t crook her finger, but she leaned into me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and put those plump, warm lips against mine.

She hadn’t gotten naked, but this was the next best thing.

My patience snapped almost immediately.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her as close to me as she could get, and took complete control of the embrace.

I wanted Hannah more than I wanted to take my next breath, and I ravaged her mouth in the way only a lover should.

She urged me on, giving back exactly what I gave her, and it made my cock as hard as a pipe.

Somehow, I needed to brand Hannah as mine, and this kiss was my only option at the moment.

I savored the possessive connection with a primitive satisfaction that I’d never experienced before.

I felt like a caveman, but I really didn’t give a fuck.

Hannah was mine, and if I got my way, which I planned on getting, she’d be mine for the rest of our lives.

Reminding myself not to be a selfish prick, I finally eased up.

We had an incredible night planned, and Hannah was going to get exactly what she deserved.

She was panting and my heart was pumping like I’d just run a marathon when I finally released her mouth.

Hannah and I had always had incredible sexual chemistry, but the way I wanted my cock inside her warm, welcoming body to claim her was beyond incredible sexual chemistry right now.

But that obsessive need was going to have to wait.

I’d have to be content with taking her out as my woman at the moment.

The way she was clinging to me soothed those carnal instincts. A little.

I didn’t want to rush this whole dating thing, and I didn’t want to go this quickly. I wanted Hannah to be sure of exactly what she wanted from me before she ended up in my bed.

“Does that answer your question about what will make me happy?” I questioned huskily as I swept my lips along her temple, savoring her sexy scent.

“No,” she whispered. “I think that kiss swept every thought out of my mind for a moment except for the carnal ones. Sometimes I wish you weren’t so damn hot.”

She sounded so disgruntled that I chuckled as I finally released her.

“Personally, I’m glad you think so, because it’s hell keeping my hands off you,” I shared.

She sent me a sensual smile. “Did I ever ask you to keep your hands off me?”

“Hannah,” I growled, warning her that my control wasn’t a sure thing.

“Okay, okay,” she said with a musical laugh as she smoothed her dress out with her palms. “I’ll try to behave.”

Hell, I’d rather she didn’t, and I really needed to change the subject. “Are you ready to open that box now?”

She nodded. “I think so.”

I picked it up and handed it to her.

She took a deep breath and popped the lid.

Hannah gasped, even though I was pretty sure she knew exactly what she’d find.

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