Page 22 of Hank

His kiss was just as wonderful as she’d remembered. And his cock…

She let out a moan.

It pressed into her through their clothes. Just not close enough to where she needed it to be.

Damned skirt.

A low whimper of need escaped her as she struggled with the fabric keeping her legs from moving like she wanted. If she could only get them around his waist, she could grind against all that waiting hardness.

Sure, was dry humping her son’s teacher against a door within earshot of anyone who might pass by another bad idea? Absolutely. But she couldn’t give a damn.

"Jo," he murmured against her lips, while pushing her more firmly against the door. Seconds later, the brush of fabric rising whispered against her legs.

This was happening.

Again.

Thank god.

"Please tell me you have a condom," she panted between kisses.

Hank froze. Meaning, if she had to hazard a guess, a resounding, no.

Surely, they could take a chance. Maybe he could pull out, or…

The whole Mags and Renner not using a condom lecture she’d given her friend ran through her mind.

Now I understand.

She’d tell her friend, sorry, later.

"You could?—"

"I can’t," he groaned, pressing his forehead against hers, then shook it slowly back and forth. "I won’t risk you that way."

"So…" She couldn’t help placing a small kiss over his lips, and maybe even wiggling against him—something that elicited another groan from the man who epitomized the old saying,hard as a rock. "Whatcanwe do?"

"Wecan do nothing," he murmured, staring into her eyes with a need so great it actually caused her pain. "Ineed to go to the showers and try to do something about Charlie, here. And?—"

"Charlie?" A little snicker escaped before she could stop it, then she pulled her lips in tight to keep from laughing outright when his brow crinkled. "Um…" She coughed to cover up what would have come out as a chuckle. "So, you’ve named your dick, Charlie."

His face relaxed and a grin touched his lips, while a glint of humor spread through his gaze holding hers, finally obscuring the arousal that had been there before. That bit of humor also seemed to help deflate what had been prodding her belly. Not such a great way of putting it, but it was apt.

"Yes."

"Oh." She smiled up at him. "Well, please tell Charlie for me, I’m sorry he couldn’tcome."

She’d expected to make him laugh, but not the full, belly kind that had his whole body shaking. It lasted several seconds until he sobered and, unfortunately, let her slide down his body.

"Where do you come up with stuff like that?"

Staring up into his eyes, she shrugged, saying, "My friends tell me it’s a gift they wished I didn’t have."

His smile faltered, while she savored the last few moments of his body heat keeping the chill at bay. It had begun creeping up her spine, as where they were and what they’d almost done began to sink in. Was he also coming to terms with the implications of their actions? It wasn’t a feeling orrealization she wanted to completely acknowledge, even while the temptation to run her arms around his waist and lay her head on his chest rode her hard. She wanted back in his arms.

"So, um, do you still need that shower?"

"I think I’m good now," he said low, shaking his head.

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