Page 100 of Promise Me Nothing
Because, again.
Damn.
Hannah is beautiful. Breathtaking. One of the sexiest sights my eyes have ever laid on.
“You look…” I trail off, trying to decide what word to use. Amazing seems too small. Beautiful, too basic. “… stunning,” I finally say. Because the truth is, I’m stunned.
She looks like a dream in her black work pants and maroon polo, sweaty with her hair up in a ponytail.
Tonight?
Her long hair is down, falling softly in waves and curls until it hits below her breasts. She has on just a hint of makeup, the deep red on her lips popping out and grabbing my attention. Her outfit is a similar color, layers of lace on a haltered dress that cuts off mid-thigh, showing off her long legs. And then a heel that pushes her up several inches.
I step forward, realizing I’ve been silent too long as I’ve just stared at her. And when I’m inches from her, I can see that those heels put her much closer to my height, making it that much easier to dip down and press a kiss to her lips.
Which I do.
Because how could I not?
My intent is for a light peck, maybe a long one. But what starts that way twists into some deeper, more lustful, and my body responds as she opens her mouth and invites me in, moans softly, her soft tongue pressing wet and warm against mine until I can feel my dick press angrily against her thigh.
I pull back and enjoy a feeling of satisfaction when she looks bereft at the loss of my mouth on hers. Because I feel the same way.
“So you like the dress?” she asks.
I laugh, look at her for a second, just enjoying her. “Yes. It’s amazing.”
She blushes, and I take her by the hand, twisting my fingers into hers and leading her out to my car.
“I wasn’t sure where we were going so…”
“It’s perfect.”
Fifteen minutes later, I’ve parked down the street from Papa Louis’ and the two of us are walking hand-in-hand past the little shops and restaurants that line Manhattan Ave.
“I have to say, I love how cute these beach cities are,” she says, stopping in front of a little coffee shop that’s open, comfortable seating spread throughout, with people working on their computers and talking in groups. “Phoenix isn’t like this. It’s just so big and everything feels spread out and metropolitan.” She looks up at me. “Things feel personal here. Like you could know the people who work at the place around the corner or the people that live next door.”
I nod as we keep walking. “It’s kind of like that, if you take the time to get to know people. It’s the same with neighbors, too.”
“You know all your neighbors?”
I shake my head. “Not anymore. But that’s because I haven’t lived here for a while. But when I was a kid, we lived on The Strand. Before my parents bought the land for our current house. We knew all of our neighbors back then. We used to live next to this guy who had a bunch of huge white dogs. They were like polar bears. And he threw parties that were more insane than the ones Lucas has.”
She laughs. “No way. That’s not possible. I saw one of those a few weeks ago, and I can’t imagine anything bigger than that.”
“I’m serious. He doesn’t do them as much anymore since he’s gotten older, but we still see him walking those dogs up and down The Strand every day.”
“I knew some of my neighbors once,” she says. “When I moved into my first foster home. It was the one I was at the longest, and the neighbors used to do bar-b-ques all the time and all the kids on the block would hang out and do fun stuff together. I loved it, as much as I could. How normal it felt.”
We come to a stop in front of Papa Louis’ and greet the hostess, then are shown quickly to our table.
“How was work today?” I ask, picking up my napkin and setting it across my knee.
She rolls her eyes but gives a little smile. I love seeing those lighthearted expressions on her face.
“It was fine. Busy. I was actually worried I wouldn’t get off in time to get home and get ready for tonight. But everything worked out perfectly.” She takes a sip of her water. “What did you get up to today?”
I lift a shoulder. “Just did a little bit of work to prepare for the trip to London. There are a lot of things that have to be set up before I leave, so…”
