Chapter 18
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Q uinn drove Hanna back to the bakery. He got out of the truck and walked her to the back door.
She unlocked it and let them both in. "Can I make you some coffee? Cinnamon roll? I have a couple left in the bakery case."
He chuckled and patted his tummy. "I think I've had enough to eat. As delicious as they are, I don't think I could eat a cinnamon roll. I wouldn't mind a cup of coffee though if you're serious."
She chuckled. "I'm absolutely serious. Let me go out front and get it."
He followed her out to the front of the bakery and watched as she deftly made another pot of coffee.
"How many of those do you make a day?"
She laughed. "I don't know. Some days fifteen, some days twenty, I don't know. I lose count."
"You sure do look like it's done by memory. It looks effortless. "
She laughed. "Yep, that would be from days and days and weeks of making pots of coffee."
She set the empty coffee pot under the burner, turned the coffee maker on, and then turned to face him. They stared at each other for a long time.
Quinn's heartbeat was erratic. His lips remembered the feel of her lips from earlier and his body responded to her in different ways. He stepped toward her and was pleased to see that she took steps toward him as well. The instant they stood in front of each other he reached forward, wrapped his arms around her, and looked into her eyes.
He whispered, "Hanna you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
He heard her exhale and took the opportunity to touch his lips to hers once again. This time, their kiss was more urgent. Their lips moved in unison with each other. His tongue swiped along her lips, and she opened her mouth to let him in. That was just about the undoing of him. He deepened their kiss. His right-hand dove into the back of her hair. It was soft and silky. She smelled fantastic. Like citrus and baked goods and all things wonderful, and she felt even better. Her arms wrapped around his waist. Her hands slid up his back as they had done earlier, and this time she pulled him closer to her. Their kisses became urgent. His body was on fire. His cock roared to life, and he wasn't sure where to go from here. He knew where he wanted to go but they were in a bakery. There wasn't a bed to be seen, and he didn't know where she lived. She'd kept that kind of quiet.
He slowly kissed down the side of her neck. The soft little moan that she emitted urged him on further. His left hand slid between them and he gently squeezed her breasts. They were firm and heavy, and he'd never felt anything that felt so good in his life. That was the truth.
A moan escaped her throat once more, and he had to swallow a lump in his. He whispered near her ear, "My God, Hanna I want you so bad."
She pulled back slightly and stared into his eyes. They stood motionless for a moment, and he wasn't sure what her thoughts were. He was slightly worried he'd ruined the moment.
Instead, she grabbed his hand and walked them toward the back door. Just before they reached it, she turned to the right and there was a wooden door he hadn't noticed before. She really did spin his head around.
She opened the door but said quietly, "I stay here sometimes when I've been working really late. My place is, well it's a mess. I've been remodeling it as you know, and sometimes I just don't have the energy to go and fight through water issues or trip over construction materials, so I stay here. It's just a small little apartment up here, and when I get my place finished, I'll actually start working on the upstairs here to rent it out. But for right now, I'd love for us to enjoy it together."
Well, if that didn't spin his head out of control. He opened his mouth to say something, didn't know what he was going to say, closed it, and opened it again. "I'd love to share it with you."
And with that, he followed Hanna as if she were a siren singing his song up the stairs and into the small little apartment that was not much bigger than a matchbox. There was a small, tiny little kitchen with three cabinets. A very small refrigerator to the left.
Across the room was a small sofa and to the right of that was a bed. It was a small double bed, but for what they planned on doing, they'd only need that small double bed. He began unbuttoning his shirt with his free hand. He couldn't help but notice that his fingers shook slightly. It had been a while. Hanna stopped them at the foot of the bed and turned to face him.
She looked uncertain, and he saw her swallow. He put two fingers under her chin and lifted her head so that her eyes met his. "If you're having second thoughts, don't worry. I won't be mad. This will only work if we're both ready for it."
She smiled. "I'm ready for it. It's just..." She swallowed again. Her hands lifted out to the side and then dropped down. "It's just that it's been a while and well…it's just been a while."
He chuckled. "I was just thinking the same thing for myself. This would be my cue," he swallowed, "to ask about protection."
She chuckled. "Man, I'm so out of practice I didn't even think of that."
He grinned in return. "I understand it's what all the kids say these days." They both had a nice laugh and then she shook her head. "I haven't been with anyone for a long time, Quinn. By a long time, I'm saying more than two years. I'm clean."
He swallowed. His thoughts from earlier came running right back to him. She was a catch. "I'm clean too, Hanna. It's been a long time for me as well. Not quite two years, but long. More than a year."
She nodded. "Well, then I guess there's no need to worry about protection."
His lips clamped down on hers. This time all hesitancy was gone. Their lips barely left each other’s as they divested themselves of their clothing. Once they were naked, he pulled back to look at her. She was beautiful. Full, firm breasts, her tummy was slightly soft, but still sexy as could be. He touched her breasts. Her skin was heated and soft and wonderful under his hands. He moved his thumbs over her nipples and enjoyed watching her lips slightly part.
"You're simply beautiful," he whispered.
Her eyes stared into his. She lifted her right hand and lay it on his chest. Her fingers moved through the hair on his chest, and over his nipple, causing it to pucker tightly. She leaned in and sucked his nipple into her warm, wet mouth and his cock roared to life. His hands wrapped around her body, enjoying the skin-to-skin contact. She stepped closer to him, her tongue blazing a wet trail around his nipple and up his chest. She stopped to kiss him there, then wrapped her arms around his waist.
"You feel so good against me," she whispered.
His voice was gruff when he responded. "You feel even better."
She chuckled against his chest, and he stepped away to lay her on the bed. She pulled the covers back and slid onto the bed and his eyes couldn't have looked away if the place had been on fire.
He slid in next to her, their bodies naturally turning toward the other, their lips once again mating. He rolled on top of her, holding himself up on his elbows. His lips found hers once more. Her legs rose up and wrapped around his waist, and his cock throbbed. He didn't want to rush this moment, but he wanted to be inside her so badly his brain nearly stopped working.
He reached down and positioned his cock at her entrance, and she moaned. God, he loved that sound.
His lips found hers as he slowly pushed himself inside her wetness. She felt like heaven. Warm, tight, wet. Absolutely amazing. He reluctantly pulled out and pushed back in, and that feeling washed over him once more. His heartbeat increased, his skin heated and the feel of her hands exploring his body as he entered her again and again was like nothing he'd ever felt before. How had he never felt like this before?
He increased his pace, and she met his movements. They continued this dance, over and over, their bodies each striving for that oh-so-perfect ending, but he was determined to enjoy the journey.
He increased his pace again, and Hanna began to breathe heavily. "Quinn." She whispered. "Quinn."
He wanted her to always whisper his name as she came. He added pressure each time he pushed into her, his pace quickening to help her reach her climax. She called out his name once more before her body stiffened as she fell over the edge. He waited for her to enjoy the feeling, then began once again to achieve his own climax. She urged him on with her legs and her hands on his ass, until his balls pulled up tightly, painfully needing release. In that moment, the white-hot pain and pleasure surged through him as he let himself go.
Once his climax had finished, he rested on his elbows, his forehead pressed to Hanna's and his breathing rapid. Her hands massaged his back and her legs fell to the bed in spent relaxation.
She whispered, "That was fantastic."
He couldn't form words yet.