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I blink, unsure whether or not I should be offended, but Johan smiles. “Go,” he urges softly.

With one last lingering look, I finally turn to do what he requested.

After a short walk, I enter my room, and Johan's scent is already clinging to me, making it hard to think. In here it's quiet and comforting, but comforting is not what I'm after. I want the heart-pounding, sizzling feeling I get when I'm with him.

How can he just turn me away?Ugh!We get so little time alone that I thought for sure he'd want to take advantage of every little bit of it.

Frustrated, I throw myself onto the bed, and the second I close my eyes, I'm transported back to Johan's arms, the way his lips felt against mine, and his hands as they moved over my skin. My eyes snap open. There's no way I'm getting any sleep until Johan is in here, with me.

So I'll just have to wait until his guard is down. Maybe when he’s half asleep, he’ll be a little more pliable, a little more willing to give in to my demands and give us both what we so clearly want. All I have to do is wait a few hours, even if they end up feeling like an eternity.

The house is silent and completely dark as I slip out of my room and head toward Johan’s. I don’t bother turning on any lights—it's just a short walk across the hallway, and I don’t want to risk waking anyone.

I reach his bedroom door and turn the knob. It gives easily, and I step inside. The bed is illuminated by a sliver of moonlight, and the sheet is pushed down, revealing Johan’s bare chest. I bite my lip, and my heart starts racing. I slip inside the room and close the door quietly behind me, then carefully creep forward.

He’s messed up the blankets, and they're tangled around his legs, making it impossible for me to pull them over myself as I slide in next to him. Not brave enough to walk the halls of Oma's estate in just my underwear, I’d settled for silky black pajamas, sleeveless and short on the bottom, and they help me keep my silence as I slide over the sheets.

I settle in on my side, facing him, and stare. God, he’s gorgeous. His strong jaw is covered with stubble, the hair a darker shade than the curls on his head, and the muscles of his arms and shoulders are defined. He's breathtaking.

His eyes flutter, and my heart skips a beat. I know I should wake him, let him know I'm here, but what if he throws me out? The thought is not an appealing one. Still, I came here with a single purpose, and I aim to see it through.

There's a thrumming in my veins as I gently push on his shoulder until he rolls on his back, just starting to wake up. I straddle him, the control I have over the moment heady and delicious. Hands on his bare chest, the warmth of his skin radiates up through my hands.

Arousal sparks, and I let my hips move against him. A soft groan leaves him, and my core throbs in response.

“Hannah.” His voice is rough with sleep, and he blinks up at me, his eyes dark in the shadows of the room.

“It’s just me,” I murmur softly, leaning closer to him, my breath warm against his ear. “Keep your eyes closed.”

His chest rises and falls sharply, and a low growl of pleasure rumbles from him as his hands instinctively slide to the curve of my waist, fingers pressing into my skin. His hips arch up,meeting mine, the contact sending a delicious friction between us.

“God.” His voice is a hushed rasp as his grip tightens, his touch both needy and restrained.

“I had a dream about you,” I say, my voice sultry and teasing as I lean in even closer, lips grazing the shell of his ear. “A dream where I woke you up with my mouth on your cock.”

He groans, deep and full of longing, before he pulls me down into a searing kiss. I meet his lips with equal fervor, desperate to have him. When his tongue slides along the seam of my lips, I grant him access, and our tongues dance, seeking and teasing.

His fingers are under the hem of my shirt, burning a path across my skin, and I gasp into his mouth before laughing. “I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

Johan growls against my lips, and I know he’s given in to me completely.

“Close your eyes, and let me show you exactly how my dream went.”

He does as I ask, and I pepper kisses across his chest before moving lower, and his hips arch upward again, seeking friction. My teeth nip the line of muscle just above the waistband of his briefs, and his hands fist the sheets, a growl rumbling through his chest.

I love the way his body reacts to me, the way he wants me. The way he can’t hide it.

Pushing his underwear down, his hard length springs free, and I grasp it, licking the tip. He groans again, and I close my lips over him, taking as much as I can before coming back up. I do it again and again until Johan has both hands in my hair, guiding my motions.

“Hannah.”

My name is a plea, and the muscles of his thighs jump under my hands. His grip tightens, and he pulls me away.

“I can’t. I need to be inside you.”

“Take me, then.”

He rolls us over, settling between my legs. Our clothing is quickly discarded, and then it’s just the two of us, bare and exposed. Johan’s mouth finds mine, and his kiss is intense, desperate, and hot.

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