Page 39 of Until Hanna

As the last waves of pleasure roll through me, my body falls limply against the bed. I feel his lips kiss above my pubic bone, then my stomach, before he pulls the skin of my breast into his mouth, sucking hard enough that I know there will be a mark, and moves up my body.

“We’re not done, baby,” he whispers against my ear, kissing the skin just below it, and my lashes flutter open. I would expect after the orgasm I just experienced that I wouldn’t be able to handle anything more, but when I feel the roughness of his jeans against my inner thighs, and he reaches behind his head and takes off his shirt, my body shakes with the aftershocks of what I just experienced and anticipation.

Taking him in, I watch as he unbuttons his jeans and pulls himself free, wrapping his hand tightly around his length with one hand while using the other to rip open a condom he must have gotten out at some point. With his eyes locked on mine, he rolls it down his shaft, then positions himself and slides the head through my wetness. His jaw tightens, and the sound he makes in the back of his throat causes my core to clench as he slowly enters me.

“Jesus, how the fuck did I forget just how good you feel wrapped around me?” he bites out, wrapping his hand around my hip and holding me in place when I move to adjust to the sudden fullness as he bottoms out.

“Oh God.” My head falls back when he pulls out slowly and slides back in over and over, the pace torture. “Faster.” I lift my legs higher around his waist, and he gives me what I want and begins to ram into me ruthlessly, wrapping hands around the back of my knees and using them to pull my hips into his.

A new orgasm starts to build quickly, tugging at my lower belly and expanding, causing my thighs to shake and my inner walls to clench.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come before I’m ready, Hanna.” He thrusts harder, digging his fingers into my flesh. “One day, I’m going to fuck you without a condom and fill you with my cum.”

“Yes!” I cry, coming undone at the seams. Apparently, the visual of him doing that is enough to shove me over the edge once more, and he falls with me, groaning my name.

“Jesus.” His thrusts become frantic before he slams inside me one last time, holding himself there for a long moment before his heavy weight falls against me.

Tightening my hold on him with my legs I burry my face in the crook of his neck. The only sound in the room the two of us breathing heavy as we attempt to catch our breath.

When he rolls off me and falls to his back, kicking off his jeans, I bite my lip. There is something about knowing he couldn’t even wait until he had his clothes off to be inside me.

His eyes meet mine when he’s done, and a handsome but smug grin forms on his face before he tugs me down against his chest.

“If you’re planning on saying anything about getting your way, don’t,” I warn, and his chest moves, making me think he’s silently laughing.

“I would never.” His fingers drag through my hair, and I tip my head back to look at him. His expression is blank, but there’s a glint of humor in his eyes.

With a sigh, I rest my cheek on his chest. I knew the first day I spent with him that I was in over my head.

I just had no idea I would be drowning so soon.

CHAPTER12

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“Baby.”

That word spoken close to my ear startles me, and I shoot up in bed, hearing a curse as I cry out, grabbing my forehead, which I knocked against something solid.

“Are you okay?”

My hands are tugged away from my face, and I blink up at Walker as he looms over me, inspecting my forehead.

“You just scared me.” I fall back against my pillow and notice he’s dressed in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt with sneakers on. Glancing over at the window, there is a little light coming through the cracked blinds, but not much. “What time is it?”

“A little after seven.” He sits on the edge of the bed next to my hip.

“Why are you up?”

“I’m gonna head out for a run.”

I blink, sure I heard him wrong. “You’re going for a run?”

“Yeah, I try to go every day when I’m on solid ground. Do you want to go with me?” he asks, and my nose scrunches. “I’m guessing that’s a no.”

“I only run if I’m being chased by a bear.”

“Have you been chased by a bear?”

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