Page 44 of Until Hanna

When I hear the pounding of heavy footfalls on the pavement, I open my eyes to look down the sidewalk and watch Walker jog toward me. His T-shirt is off and tucked into the side of his shorts. With his chest sweaty and his skin flush from exertion, he looks exactly like he does after he’s had his way with me. Just the reminder has my heart picking up speed as I squeeze my thighs together.

Spotting me, he slows to a walk, and a smirk forms on his lips like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.

“Hey, babe.” He bends down to greet me with a kiss when he’s close, and I lick my lips when he pulls away. “Were you waiting for me, to make sure I made it back?”

“No, I just came out to get some sun.” I stand up on the stairs, so we’re just about eye level. “Did you have a good run?”

“Yeah.” He moves his hand to my outer thigh and slides it up under the material of the skirt of my dress. “I like this dress on you.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah.” He steps into my space, and when I go up another step, he follows. “Did you go somewhere?”

“I went up and had tea with Mrs. Lewis after she called to tell me that you ran into her outside.” I go up another step backward and push open the door when he continues to eat up the space between us.

“She seemed nice.” He closes the door behind us.

“She is,” I agree as he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me flush against his chest.

“You’re very sweaty,” I breathe as he maneuvers us to my apartment that I left unlocked, his mouth at my neck while kicking my apartment door closed

“I know.” His hands slide over my ass, hooking me behind my thighs, and I wrap my legs around his hips when he lifts me off the ground. I whimper, feeling the hard length of him between my legs, and he catches the sound on his tongue when he kisses me.

Turning us, he presses my back against the door, and I hear the locks slide into place, wondering how he can possibly focus on two things at once.

“Jesus baby girl,” he groans when I rock against him, needing the friction, and he moves his hand between us, dragging my panties to the side.

“Oh God,” I moan, feeling the head of his cock slide between my folds, then press against my entrance. My head falls back to the door with a thud, and my eyes slide closed while I dig my fingers into his shoulders.

“Do you want me to get a condom?”

Righting my head and meeting his gaze, I don’t answer with words. I push down on his length, and soon, he takes over entering me in one single thrust that has my back arching and my breath catching.

And when he finishes inside me, with me calling his name as I come, clenching around him, I can’t bring myself to care about the risk we just took or how stupid I’m being.

Yes, things are most definitely complicated.

CHAPTER13

hanna

Istep into the living room, where Walker has been waiting for me to finish getting ready to go out, and I study him as he looks at his phone. Like most every man in existence, he looks handsome with very little effort. I don’t know how he packed so much into that duffle of his, but the outfit he has on this evening is similar to the one he wore when we went out to dinner with Otto and Ham in Ibiza. Except, instead of black, he has on a midnight-blue button-down and matching pants that are tapered and fit him perfectly.

“You look handsome.” I watch him look up from his phone and freeze as his eyes scan over my outfit. With the weather a little cooler this evening, I decided to wear my black leather mini skirt, a black sleeveless turtleneck, and black thigh-high suede boots. And I’m taking my cream-and-brown plaid duster to wear over it in case I get cold walking, since we’re not taking a cab.

“You were going to wear that outfit on a date with another man?”

“It wasn’t a date.” I sigh, adjusting the material of my boots around my thighs.

“If you would have worn that outfit, he would have thought it was a date, and he definitely would’ve imagined fucking you in that skirt with those boots on. Something I plan on doing when we get home.”

“If you keep annoying me, the only thing you’ll be doing is sleeping alone on the couch.” I grab my purse from the top of the counter in the kitchen, ignoring the sound of him laughing. “Are you ready?”

“Ready when you are. Are you sure you don’t want to catch a cab, so you don’t have to walk in those heels?”

“I live in heels most days, and these are comfortable. I’m good to walk.” I head for the door and grab my flannel from the closet, then my keys from the dish. “Plus, if we tried to catch a cab now, we’d probably be late to dinner, since it would take twice as long to get to the address Star sent.”

Taking my keys from me before we step outside, he locks up, then takes my hand and helps me down the steps.

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