Page 29 of Square Deal

“You motherfucker,” she hissed.

I gasped and cupped my palm over her mouth. “Don’t let the other girls hear you use that kind of language, or they’ll kick you out of the debutante ball.”

She faked a look of horror and put on her best Scarlett O’Hara impression. “Oh my stars! However shall I find an eligible beau then? Why—I’ll have to get nine cats and a bird to keep me company if I never wed!” She burst into a fit of giggles, and it sounded like the wind chimes she had hanging outside.

“Smart-ass.” I smirked, leaning down and planting a kiss on her lips. Hannah’s arms immediately snaked around my neck, pulling me closer. She let out a soft moan, and I took advantage, slipping my tongue into her mouth.

Damn, she tasted sweet. I pinned her down with my knees on either side of her hips and held her head in my hands. It had been a long time since I’d kissed a woman just to kiss her—not to take it any further.

But kissing Hannah wasn’t like standing in line at a theme park. It was a rollercoaster all on its own.

I pulled back and nibbled my way down her neck. She hummed in delight. “Mmmm, Isaac?—”

“You like that, Princess?”

“Mhmm.”

I felt her hips rocking into my erection. If I didn’t make a quickexit, I’d end up plowing my dick into her faster than she could tell me to say, “Yes, ma’am.” I sank my teeth into the side of her neck, just hard enough to leave a reminder. “See you in the morning.”

The bed was comfortable.

I hated that.

Had Hannah told me to sleep on the couch or on some musty, lumpy twin bed in a spare bedroom used for storage, that would have at least given me a reason for not being able to sleep.

But the sheets were soft and still had the lingering scent of laundry detergent. The mattress was as nice as the one in her bedroom. Which only reminded me that she was asleep across the hall. The door was shut and probably locked for good measure.

Not that I’d ever try to take advantage of her like that.

It wasn’t even the hurricane raging outside, churning the waters into murky black rapids, that was keeping me awake. I should have been dead to the world. I couldn’t remember the last time I had time off like this. I could actually breathe.

No wonder Luca liked it here.

I shut my eyes again and tried to focus on the low whir of the fan blades spinning overhead. The pattering rain on the roof. The whistle of the wind outside. It was like listening to one of those white noise machines. Those machines were supposed to be calming, but listening to trickling waterfalls just made me need to take a leak.

I rolled over onto my side and wadded the pillow up under my neck. Was Hannah awake?

Fuck.

Why the hell was I thinking about her? Sure, I was sleeping in her house, but the thought of Hannah in her bed made my dick twitch.

I didn’t lie to her when I said that I never fucked the same girl twice. I’d been having sex for over half my life. There were a lot of metaphorical notches in my bedpost.

But having her beneath me, stretched out on her couch as I kissed down the side of her neck? I wanted to strip her down like some kind of caveman and throw her up against a wall before fucking her senseless.

Hannah Jane Hayes was an addiction, and I needed another hit.

Rules be damned.

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HANNAH JANE

Coffee.Need coffee.I wondered if Queen’s was open yet.

I moved like a zombie, searching for a hit of caffeine to make me a little less undead. I usually slept like a rock during storms. I loved the soothing sounds of the wind and rain.

But not last night.

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