Page 83 of Living for Truth
Once I have her selection, she heads upstairs, and I place the order while she’s getting ready. Then, I go to the kitchen and prepare the flowers for their vase. I set the blooming pink bouquet on the dining table where it will get a good amount of sunlight but not so much that it will wilt too soon.
Twenty minutes later, the food arrives just as Hannah comes down the stairs in the floral print cotton cami and matching shorts, her hair still a little damp from her shower. Her face is completely bare, and I can see the few light freckles she has.
She’s so goddamn beautiful.
I can’t believe she’s mine, and she’s carrying my baby. The sudden urge to get down on one knee and propose is so strong it nearly bowls me over.
I’ve been having that feeling a lotlately.
Wordlessly, she helps me take the food downstairs to the movie room where the snacks and drinks are laid out on the small counter there.
Keira Knightly’s version ofPride and Prejudiceis already queued up and ready to begin while we situate ourselves on the large couch.
“Where are the kitties? I didn’t see them when I went upstairs,” Hannah asks as we settle in.
“I gave them some catnip and put them in the office so we could have some peace tonight. They’re fed, have water, and I put on some bird videos on my computer so they can be entertained while they’re high.”
Hannah giggles and shakes her head. “Oh, to be a cat, watching bird videos while blazed.”
“They’re spoiled little creatures, that’s for sure.”
Once we’ve settled, I press play on the movie, and we watch while we eat. Once we’ve had enough food, we move the containers to the side, and I settle myself into the couch cushions with Hannah pressed up against my side and laying her head on my chest.
We stay like that during the whole movie, and I’m positive Hannah’s fallen asleep by the end of it, but when I glance down to check, she’s already looking up at me with hooded eyes.
“Morgan?”
“Yeah, Butterfly?”
“Have you ever… fucked someone in here?”
Oh boy.My cock stirs immediately at that dirty word coming from her pretty mouth.
“You’re the only person I’ve ever had sex with in this house, Butterfly.”
“Want to christen this couch?” She runs a hand down my chest to tease the waistband of my basketball shorts.
“Are you sure, Hannah? I don’t want you to feel like you have to—oh fuck.” I can’t even get the rest of my sentence out because Hannah slips her hand into my shorts and squeezes my cock gently. The warmth of her hand feels so damn good around my shaft.
“I’m sure, Morgan. I feel fine, but I want you to make me feelgoodin a way only you can.” She pumps me once, twice. “Please.”
The “please” does me in. In one swift, fluid motion, I have her delectable body pinned beneath me, and I’m devouring her mouth like it’s the only source of sustenance I’ll ever need.
It’s a hungry kiss, all lips, tongue, and teeth, and the noises she’s making are going to make me come in my pants like a damn teenager.
I need to make her come first. At least twice.
“How do you want me to make you come first, Butterfly?” I kiss a path down her jaw, following the path of bare skin exposed from her askew pajama top. “On my fingers?” I cup her pussy over her shorts, and she gasps. “Or on my tongue?”
“Surprise me.”
“Hmmm. I think I’ll do both. Why don’t you take off your pretty pajamas so I don’t ruin them?”
I move so she can sit up and take off my shirt while she removes hers, then I help her shimmy out of her shorts. “No underwear, Butterfly?”
She shakes her head, biting her bottom lip. “I don’t wear underwear to bed.”
“You mean to tell me when you’re looking so pretty in those little nightgowns you wear, you haven’t had any panties on underneath?” Fuck, those nightgowns look like something a grandma would wear, but on Hannah—God—they make me feral in a way I’ve never felt before.
