Page 88 of Playing it Country

“You came back,” I cry as I cling to him, the wordbackintentional because I finally feel like I’m where I’m meant to be.

He’s soaking wet but I don’t care.

“Shhh.” He carries me to the couch and sits with me still clinging to his neck. “Hey, it’s all right. I forgot about the storm comin’, but I hightailed it home when I saw the first flash of lightning.”

He brushes the tears from my face with the pads of his thumbs, and I push his hand until I’m nuzzling his palm like Miss Thelma’s cat.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry I wasn’t home sooner. I—”

Crashing my mouth to his, I swallow whatever he was about to say next. He smells like wood and paint, and I strip off his shirt because all I want ishim.The wet fabric lands with aplopsomewhere behind me, and I tug his hair until his head falls to the back of the couch, exposing the column of his neck.

“Hannah—” he rasps as his hands grip my hips and I devour every available inch of him. Desperation is mixed with desire as I kiss and nip back up and across his jaw before claiming his lips again.

“Right here,” I beg. “Please.”

Rough hands travel up my stomach to cup my naked breasts. Pulling the shirt over my head in one quick motion, I push my chest into his face and grab the back of his head.

His eyes meet mine as he sucks my nipple into his mouth and then bites down with enough pressure to have my hips searching for any kind of friction. Holding him against me, I maneuver my shorts down as far as they can go with me straddling his lap and sink two fingers inside my pussy on a gasp.

“Fuck!” Case growls as he switches to my other breast. One hand pinches and rolls my nipple while the other moves from my hip to my ass. His palm cracks against my flesh, and I throw my head back as I cry out.

He does it again as I pump my fingers in and out and grind the heel of my palm against my clit.

Case laps and sucks at me as I hold on to him—us—for all that I’m worth. His finger traces the crease of my ass cheeks to the tight pucker, and he teases me with the slightest pressure until I’m coming harder than I ever have in my life.

I scream his name as pleasure racks me. The euphoria envelops me like nothing I’ve experienced before. It’s the storm and Case and finally feeling more myself than I have in my entire life.

“Open my fucking pants,” Case demands, and I’m more than willing to comply. I stand, stripping my shorts off before climbing back onto his lap. My trembling hands fumble with every movement, but it doesn’t matter because as soon as his dick springs free, Case is lining himself up and slamming me onto his length.

I cry out again as I cling to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I give in and am pummeled by every sensation—the wet denim of his jeans against my ass, the coarse hair of his chest against mine, the way he bottoms out in me with each movement. I’m completely at his mercy and that has a second orgasm building faster than anything else.

“Stay. Stay with me.”

“Case, I—” The force of his words pushes me over the edge as light and sound disappear and explode all at once. Case roars out my name before slamming into me one last time and holding me tight against him.

My body collapses from the most exquisite pleasure. I‘m exhausted and the stress from the day and the storm has my eyelids falling shut.

I don’t know how long we stay like that, but just before sleep pulls me under I hear Case’s whispered words. I’m too tired to speak, but I hope he can hear it as the beat of my heart syncs with his.

I love you too.

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CASE

Iwake slowly, a warm body snuggled in tight against me. Smiling, I nuzzle my face against it andpurrrr.

One eye pops open as Louise’s tail flicks slightly against the bed. She tucks her head under her paw, and I give in and snuggle her anyway. She’s not the girl I thought I’d find in my bed, but I’ve always been a sucker for the pretty ones.

After a minute, I roll over and grab my phone—no messages. Frowning, I poke Louise and pull myself from the bed.

“Come on, let’s get you home.” The cat gives a lazy stretch before jumping down and trotting toward the kitchen. I pull on a T-shirt and jeans and rub the sleep from my eyes as I follow her. It’s clear Hannah isn’t here, but the lack of message or note has me anxious to see her.

Last night was…wow. It was incredible and I hadn’t realized how badly I’d needed her touch until she was all over me on the couch. Last night was passionate and so fuckin’ hot, but it was also intimate andraw.

There was too much ofeverythingwrapped into that one experience to just cast it off as good chemistry or something equally overused. As I start the coffee pot, Louise loops between my legs before jumping on the counter.

She knows she’s not allowed up there but the little minx does it anyway. Hannah’s laptop sits open on the end and the cat wastes no time before pawing at the keyboard.

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