Page 33 of Hank

"And you’re saying it couldn’t?" He pulled right up to her garage and cut the engine. "Why is you garage door is open?"

"Collin’s home," she said, unbuckling her seatbelt. "So, I need to?—"

"I’m walking you to the door." He unbuckled his own and turned toward her. "And you can roll your eyes all you want to, I’m doing it."

"I’m going through the garage." She waved her hand in front of her. "There."

"Then I’ll walk you into your garage."

"The door into the house is right there," she said, pointing to what he could see was, yes, a doorway." I can see it from here. Which means you can see it too."

"Never in my life, have a left a woman to walk to her door by herself—date or not." She might as well understand she wasn’t getting her way on this.

"Fine," she said, opening her door. "Like I said, impossible." Then basically jumped out and slammed the door shut.

Hank scrambled from his truck and went after. She hadn’t gotten far, not really, but for someone with such short legs, she’d almost gotten away from him. As it was, he barely caught up with her beside where she’d parked her sedan.

"Hold up," he said, taking her upper arm and pulling her to a stop and moving in front of her to block her way.

"Now do you feel better? You’ve walked me into the garage." She indicated with her head and said, "There’s the door."

"No, actually, I didn’t. And, no I really don’t feel better." He stared down into her defiant gaze. "And I don’t think you do either."

"Hank, you?—"

"Listen," he said, pulling her into his body, then wrapping his arms around her. Which was probably a mistake since there was no way she couldn’t feel what she was doing to him. "You can’t tell me you don’t want to know where this thing between us can go."

Jo didn’t say a word, but her body had something to tell him. She pressed herself into him and her lips parted on a gasp, while her eyes lifted to his.

"No, I can’t," she whispered as she lifted her face toward his.

That was all it took.

Jo’s taste flooded his parched mouth. He hadn’t even realized how thirsty he had been for her, not until her kiss quenched it.

He gathered her in his arms and lifted her, needing to feel all of her against him. But it wasn’t enough. The closest available surface was the side of her car, so he turned and used that to mold her against him, then groaned when she wrapped her legs around him.

Their mouths devoured each other while their bodies moved and strained, needing to be even closer. It was her whimper ofneed as she ground against him that finally had him moving to where he could lay her out. And if truth be told, he was close to whimpering too with how badly he wanted her.

With their mouths still fused and her body wrapped around his, he went to the front of the sedan, then set her on her feet, which set off a rapid whirlwind of hands and panting breaths.

Hank tore off his jacket and laid it across the hood before fumbling in his back pocket for his wallet that he set beside his jacket. None of that was an easy task, not with Jo busy undoing his jeans, then shoving them down his legs.

Then everything slowed down.

"God, Hank," she murmured as he swallowed and dropped his head, watching where her small hand had taken hold of him and stroked. But that wasn’t all she had in mind. He gritted his teeth when she dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth.

"Ah, sweetness," he growled, taking hold of the back of her head, then slowly moving in and out of all that wet heat. And hertongue. He wasn’t going to last and only had enough willpower to take a few more passes before he was in danger of exploding.

"I’m coming."

"Mmm-hmm," she hummed around his cock.

"But not like this," he said, pulling himself away from her mouth that didn’t want to let go, but finally did with a distinct pop.

"Hank," she complained, then licked her lips. "I want you to?—"

"Oh, I will be," he ground out, lifting her to her feet. "But when I do, it’ll be in your body." They could explore other things later. Like him tasting that sweet pussy of hers.

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