Page 47 of That Reunited Feeling

I push her hair back behind her ear and tilt her face up till her eyes meet mine again. “Look at me and tell me you don’t want me.”

“I can’t.” There’s a tremble in her breathy voice.

My inward sigh of relief is almost audible. At least that’s something. I’m not imagining it. Our connection is still there. The spark is still there.

I pull her tight to my chest. She fits perfectly against me like she always did, slotting right under my chin. Like two jigsaw pieces that were separated by an ocean but have now floated back together.

“I didn’t come looking for this, you know.” I bury my face in the top of her head and inhale the sweet vanilla scent that’s mixed with a hint of last night’s bars and an odd chemically lemon scent. “I came here because I’m exhausted. Because my brain and body ache from everything I’ve had to deal with the last few months. I came here to rest and sleep in, eat Maggie’s cooking, play guitar for the first time in forever, see the guys, check out a few bands.” Hannah’s breath warms my chest through my shirt. “I did not intend to get involved with anyone. I didn’twantto get involved with anyone.”

I stroke the back of her silky head as she slides her hands down from my chest and around my waist, finally giving in. My insides soar as she melts into me.

“My heart was in a box, Han. Packed up. Sealed. Stored in the attic for another day, another year. I did not expect to stumble naked out of my door that first morning and have the box ripped open.”

“I never even managed to shove you in a box,” Hannah says into my chest. “Every time I tried, the lid wouldn’t stay shut and you popped out again.”

I chuckle into her hair. “I am your personal jack-in-the-box.”

“I can’t believe we’re standing here like this.” Her voice is muffled by my shirt. “I thought if I ever saw you again, I’d give you a cold, hard piece of my mind and stomp off.”

“Well, you kind of did.”

“Yeah, but look at me now.” She leans back just enough to gaze up at me. Her tear-stained eyes, rimmed with smudged mascara, have softened. “Apparently I’ve caved.”

“Excellent.”

I drop my mouth to hers. And, like magic, our lips find each other as if they’ve never been apart. They fit right back together, exactly as they always did. As if they’re home.

When her tongue flicks out and finds mine, fireworks erupt in my head and my pants. Nothing in the world compares to this, and nothing ever will. I pull her hips hard against my straining cock.

Torn between wanting to rip her clothes off right now and being terrified of scaring her away, I draw a line of kisses from the corner of her mouth to her earlobe. Goosebumps erupt under my lips as she groans and presses deeper into me.

“I want you so much, Hannah. I wanted you the moment I saw you on the landing.”

“It’s a good thing you have big hands to cover the evidence.” Her chuckle is part sigh.

I slide one of those hands down over her round ass and nudge her closer. “You have no idea.”

“Oh, I think I do.”

And from the way she grinds against my aching todger, she undoubtedly does. I drop my mouth to her sweet, sweet neck, unable to get enough of the taste of her, the scent of her, which is familiar in its sweetness yet new all at the same time. And all the while, her hands rove up and down my back.

“This is pointless, though,” she breathes.

“Does this feel pointless?” I nibble a line to her collarbone, and she wraps a foot around my ankle.

“God, no.” She tilts her head, surrendering as much of her neck to me as I want, as much as I need. “But we have such a short time and then it’ll be over again.”

I slide my hands up from her ass. As my thumbs graze the soft sides of her breasts, my dick twitches and pulses against the zipper. I grasp her face, my fingers around the back of her neck thrust into her hair.

Terrified I’m getting too carried away, I get a hold of myself for a moment and rest my thumbs gently on her cheeks. “I can’t ignore how I feel right now. Can you?”

Her blue eyes are soft and full of something I hope is longing. They look right into mine, and she shakes her head in my hands.

Fuck. She wants this to happen. This is actually going to happen.

A rush of excitement, of nerves, of pleasure, washes over me.

Wild, passionate feelings for someone were the last thing I wanted. The last thing my life needed. But Hannah’s the thing I want and need more than anything in the world.

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