Page 83 of Square Deal

Hannah was stiff and silent. Finally, she nodded.

“I’m gonna need a verbal yes or a no, Han.” I dragged the head of my cock through her entrance.

Her head tipped back and her lips parted as she gasped.

I brought my lips to the shell of her ear and whispered, “I put myself out there, now tell me what you want, Miss Hayes.”

She couldn’t say it. Couldn’t say that she wanted me. It felt like I’d been slit open and gutted. From the way her lip quivered, she was either scared shitless or utterly disgusted at the thought.

So this was it. This was the end of us.

I fucked everything up and there would be no recovering. I was out of moves.

I had never been in the red before.

Pressing my forehead to hers, I closed my eyes.

So, this is what heartbreak felt like.

Warm lips met mine, and the cracks in my shattered heart began to fuse. Hannah reached between us and wrapped her hand around my shaft, lining it up with her entrance.

“I trust you.” Her voice was scared, but resolute.

Without a second thought, I slid deep inside her. She was ready—wet and waiting. And damn, did she feel good. It felt right.Had sex ever felt this right before?

Hannah groaned in delight and bucked her hips into mine. “God, I need you to move,” she said in that hoarse voice she always had when we were intimate. She was desperate for a release. There were more words on the tip of her tongue, but they disappeared as soon as I withdrew and slammed back into her.

“You feel so fucking good,” I grunted, pistoning into her hard and fast. I could feel her muscles squeezing the hell out of my cock with every thrust.

Hannah’s eyes rolled back and her lids fluttered shut. She bit her lip and ghosted her fingertips down the front of my dress shirt.

This was good. This was right.

“Isaac,” she panted in desperation.

“Right here, beautiful. I’m with you,” I promised. “I’m not going anywhere. You’ve got me.”

Hannah’s body began to shake, and her limbs turned to steel. Her inner muscles gripped my cock with an unrelenting force. It was enough to send me over the edge with her, spilling my releasedeep inside. My body jerked with hers as we held on to each other. I was terrified that if I let her go, she would disappear.

Her breath was ragged. I peppered her chest and neck with kisses, desperate to hold on to the connection as the post-orgasmic mirage of dreamy colors and fireworks faded from my vision.

It hit me as soon as I opened my eyes; Hannah was crying.

“Are you okay?” I asked, brushing reckless strands of warm brown hair away from her face. “Han?—”

Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. She brought her hands up to cover her mouth. “You said this wouldn’t happen,” she whispered in shaky sobs.

Reluctantly, I pulled out and stuffed my still-hard dick back into my pants. I may have been in uncharted territory, but I was pretty sure that having this conversation with my erection staring her in the face was the wrong move.

I gathered her up in my arms. My release trickled down her leg, staining my trousers. That was the least of my worries.

“Said what wouldn’t happen?” I asked, brushing her hair away from her pretty face.

“Feelings,” she sniffed. It was a whisper, but it might as well have been an eardrum rupturing gong.

I kissed her forehead.

Hannah wiped her eyes and stared out the window into the midnight sky. “I tried so hard not to fall for you.” She turned, giving me a watery look. “I was stupid to think I wouldn’t get hurt.”

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