Chapter 34 Hannah
Hannah
Never did I think I’d be here, lying in my bed with Dom, completely naked and sated.
Six months ago, if someone would’ve told me that Ruby Cocklover’s first caller would end up being her boyfriend, I would’ve told them to go shit in their hat.
For one, there’s no way I would’ve ever thought I’d take a job as a phone sex operator.
And two, I certainly wouldn’t have thought I’d be dating the detective listening to my sex calls as part of a murder case.
But here I am. And man, does it feel like a dream. The best dream.
My head rests on his chest, and his arm is draped almost protectively over my shoulders. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat under my ear is hands down one of the most soothing sounds I’ve ever heard.
Goodness, I never knew this level of intimacy existed—the kind where you feel connected not just to someone’s body but to every part of them. With Dom, it’s like my walls have come crashing down, but not in a way that feels scary. It feels freeing.
It’s almost embarrassing how comfortable I feel, considering it’s only been a few days since our first official date. But with Dom, it doesn’t feel like we’re on some rushed timeline. It feels like we’ve just slipped into this natural cadence that’s always existed.
I let out a contented sigh, running my fingers lightly over the hard planes of his chest. The man is built like a Greek god—sculpted abs, broad shoulders, muscles that flex under my touch—and I’m finding myself tempted to touch him . . . all the freaking time.
Hell, I’m tempted to do a lot of things with him. And truth be told, I’ve been letting myself give in to every single one of them. Maybe it’s all the pent-up energy from the first twenty-five years of my life, I think sardonically.
“You keep doing that, and you’re going to have to give me a five-minute warning before you start anything,” Dom teases, his voice thick and still heavy with the exhaustion from our most recent round of sex.
I look up at him, my chin propped on his chest, and grin. “Five minutes? I’ve seen how fast you get worked up. I’d say two, tops.”
He laughs, a deep rumble that vibrates against my cheek. “All right, smart-ass. Let’s not forget who had you moaning my name so loud just ten minutes ago I’m pretty sure your neighbors heard. And they’re at least two miles away.”
My cheeks flame, and I bury my face in his chest. “I wasn’t that loud!”
“Oh, but you were.” He brushes my hair away from my face, and I peek out of one eye to see him smiling down at me with a teasing grin. “Hell, I’m surprised Sherry didn’t wake up and burst through the door wondering if Tony and Gibbs were in here fighting a suspect.”
Thankfully, my mom is sound asleep, and has been ever since we finished dinner and she found out Tony—a.k.a. Dom—was sleeping over.
“I was really that loud?” I eventually ask, my voice barely above a whisper and my face still hidden like a coward’s against his chest.
“You were,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Well, it’s all your fault, you know?” I retort. “You’re the one who acts like giving out orgasms is an Olympic sport.”
A chuckle vibrates his chest and tickles my ear. “Hannah?”
“Yeah?”
He tips my chin up so our eyes meet. “Hearing you moan like that is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I’ll give you orgasms all day, every day, if you promise to do that every time.”
I grin, my embarrassment fading. With Dom, everything feels so easy, so natural. He makes me feel like I can let go, like I can just be me in a way I’ve never felt with anyone else.
And that scares me. Because I know I love him.
The realization hit me the other night, the first time we had sex, somewhere between his mouth on mine and the way he whispered my name like a prayer against my skin. I love him, and I’m not sure I’ve ever felt anything this big before.
“You know,” I say, needing to change the subject before my feelings spill out of me, “I’ve been thinking about my CMA calls.”
“Oh yeah?” Dom raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “What about them?”
“I know I’m getting, like, really good at dirty talk now, but I don’t think I’m going to use that on my callers,” I say with a grin, tilting my head up to meet his eyes. “I’m going to save that for you.”
“You’re getting good at dirty talk?” he questions, and I nod.
“Clearly, there was a learning curve, but I think you’d be surprised what I’d be capable of if I unleashed these new skills on one of my pervy CMA callers.”
Dom’s laughter shakes his chest, but there’s a glint of challenge in his eyes. “All right, let’s hear it, Ms. May. Prove it.”
“You want me to dirty-talk you?”
“Oh yeah, baby,” he says. “Do your dirtiest.”
I narrow my eyes, a playful smile tugging at my lips as I lean in close, my mouth just barely brushing his ear.
“You know what drives me crazy?” I whisper, my voice low and sultry.
“The way your hands feel on my skin. How your mouth tastes when you kiss me. How good it feels when you let me wrap my mouth around your cock. And the fact that I’m lying here right now, completely naked, just waiting for you to take me again. ”
The air between us shifts instantly. His breath hitches, and I pull back just enough to see the heat flare in his eyes.
“Well, shit,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly as he pulls me closer. His mouth claims mine in a kiss so deep and consuming it steals my breath. When he pulls back, his lips hover over mine, his smile devilish. “Okay, yeah, your dirty talk has definitely improved.”
“I told you so.” I grin, but my heart races in my chest, and my body buzzes with anticipation as his hands slide down my back, pulling me tighter against him.
“You’re dangerous, Hannah May,” he says, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “You know that?”
“Only with you,” I whisper, and the truth of those words settles deep in my chest.
I’ve spent so much of my life ignoring my sexuality that I almost forgot I was a sexual being at all. But now it’s like the sex kitten that was asleep inside me has finally woken from her slumber.
And man, she wants Dominic. A lot. All the time. I honestly don’t know if she’ll ever be sated when it comes to him.
I don’t know that any other man could’ve made me feel safe and protected enough to show this side of myself, but Dom has revved my engine up to full throttle.
“So . . . just so we’re clear . . . I’m your muse?” Dom asks and I snort.
“Don’t let it go to your head, cowboy.”
He grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Too late.”
But he also just pulls me closer to his body, enveloping me in his warmth, and it’s downright mind-blowing how easy it is to be with him.
With Dom, there’s no pretense, no pressure to be anything other than exactly who I am. He makes me feel safe and cherished and desired in a way I never thought possible.
As I drift off to sleep in his arms, I know without a doubt that this could be the beginning of something incredible.