Chapter Nine
I barely have time to take in the sparse kitchen and living area of the cottage as we collide through the door.
I get just enough of a peek to note this place is a real bachelor pad before his hands caress my waist and pull me closer to his body.
Our chests visibly move together and the warmth of our bodies causes my skin to prickle from head to foot.
His lips move towards mine so slowly, it’s almost painful, and when they meet, it’s gentle.
“This is how we were should have started, Hannah.” His huskily whispered voice affects me to my core.
I nod in muted agreement. The only sound is my breath as it catches.
I’m light-headed and totally and utterly turned on by his every word.
His lips touch mine while he talks and if he were to stop, I would collapse in his arms. I need his touch like nothing else right now.
“I want you in my bed when my hands run over your body and your skin touches mine.”
I whisper, “I want that too.”
It’s almost as if setting the one-week rule has increased our need for one another.
We both desperately want something we can no longer have.
My head spins when he takes my hand and leads me down the hall.
We enter the bedroom; standing for a moment to take each other in.
His hands brush my neck when he moves to my back and unzips my dress.
He smooths the soft material over my shoulders and I note how easily it slips from my frame and pools at my feet.
I step out while his fingers run with a feather-light touch across my stomach and over my panties.
He catches my involuntary gasp and the glint in his hazel eyes nearly has me on my knees.
He continues to trace my slender legs and over my silver heels.
“Keep these on.”
His hands curl around each ankle and simultaneously glide along the back of my calves and thighs.
He delicately traces the sensitive skin guarded by my silky underwear then hooks a finger either side.
Gently, he pulls them over my hips and peppers gentle kisses to the inside of my thighs.
I step out of them, but just the feel of his soft lips on my skin unbalances me.
Daniel kisses his way up my body until he is on his feet.
He looks directly into my eyes while he unhooks my bra and slides the straps slowly along my arms before tossing it on top of my dress. I am now naked.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers while sliding the back of his hand down my neck and over the curve of my breast. I’m not self-conscious in my raw state, in fact, quite the opposite.
As the fresh breeze from the open window drifts over my skin, I’m nothing but confident.
I reach for his belt and slowly release the buckle before sliding it away from his waist and throwing it to the side.
I pull the bottom of his dress shirt while my other hand traces the line of his arousal through the material of his trousers.
I release the buttons and fly, but I don’t take my eyes from his the whole time.
I carefully undo each button on his shirt and push the material over his firm biceps.
I kiss under his jaw and run my tongue down his neck.
His growl vibrates through his skin causing me to pause.
Briefly, our eyes meet, and I grip his hand before it travels towards my core.
It’s my turn to take control. I sink to my knees and take his trousers with me.
He quickly kicks off his shoes, along with his socks in one swift move.
I throw him a devilish glance. This is not me, I’m never this confident in the bedroom, but I just don’t have any inhibitions with him.
I pull down his boxer shorts and his obvious arousal springs free.
My instinct is to take him in my mouth. It’s not what I usually want with any man, but with him I have to fight the urge.
It’s difficult to resist him, so I remove myself from temptation and slide my body against his.
Our mouths meet, his kisses are gentle. He licks my top lip and just as if it were a reflex action, my lips part and my tongue catches his and entwines.
It’s the kind of kiss every girl hopes she’ll get one day.
It’s a kiss which says let me explore and feel you.
He pushes me backwards until our legs hit the bed where we fall, while our kisses and touches intensify.
He considers every move, and the whole encounter fills me with lust, yet this isn’t sex.
Daniel pulls back. A rogue strand of hair falls over my nose.
He places it behind my ear, tracing it with his eyes.
“I want to show you how much I want you.”
“Daniel, please you don’t—”
He takes my mouth and his tongue searches mine, moving in deeper this time.
He draws me into his body, skin to skin.
Being with him, being held by him, fills me with a surge of lust which throbs inside me, and I have to control my wants.
These are my rules, not his, but I know his will is much stronger than mine.
His fingers run lightly over my skin and leave a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
We entwine our legs together, and the heels of my shoes scratch his calves.
My hips jolt against him to relieve the overwhelming ache inside me, but then Daniel pushes away slightly, and we stop.
Our eyes lock as his fingers stroke over my groin as his erection gently brushes against my thigh.
He pushes away to sit back on his heels in front of me before taking my hand and placing it between my legs.
“Touch yourself for me. I want to watch you.”
I whisper, “But we can’t… we said— ”
“Shh. We’re not breaking the rules.”
Daniel guides my hand towards my centre and urges my fingers to circle.
All the time he watches and strokes my nipple and there is something about his intensity that electrifies me to my very soul.
He transfixes his hooded hazel eyes to my figure, before his hand slides from my breast to his own arousal.
I notice his rapid breath and his pupils dilate momentarily when I dip my two fingers in and out of my opening.
His need is obvious as he increases the speed to his own climax with one hand while the other strokes along my stomach and kneads my other breast. Should I tell him how badly I want—no, how badly I need him inside me?
My flesh is on fire. My mind swirls with thoughts of all the dirty things I want from him.
I’m almost there as I watch how intensely he squeezes and rubs my nipple while pleasuring himself simultaneously.
This sexy as hell view is all mine and accelerates my climax to the edge.
My head swings back, my hips jerk forward then I reach an unbelievable high.
My chest heaves to catch some air while my heart calms. I glance towards Daniel just as he releases at my opening.
“Fuck!” he whispers, jolting forward one last time.
My frame slumps as I fall back, fighting for breath.
Not long after, and with reluctance, I’m pulled towards the bathroom to clean up before we eventually fall back into bed. As my body relaxes and my mind drifts towards sleep, I realise my heels are still in place.
I’m sure my body hasn’t moved an inch all night. I seem to be in the same position I fell asleep in. Thank God I didn’t run this time. I slide my face up from his chest and slowly gaze up. His thick dark lashes twitch while the corners of his gorgeous mouth turns up. “Good morning, beautiful.”
Goosebumps prickle my skin while inner joy jumps up and down in my stomach. I force back a grin and rest on his chest. “Good morning, cowboy.” A deep hum echos from his throat as I wrap my arms around him tighter and his fingers stroke my bare back.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Very. In fact, I’d say it was the best night’s sleep I’ve had since I arrived in Australia.”
I hear the smile in his voice when he says, “You’re incredible, you know that?”
I lay my palm flat against his chest and rest my chin on top. He looks content as I scrunch my nose up and say, “Really? Why is that?”
“Last night. It has to be the most incredible non-sex I’ve ever had and a first for me.”
“It was a first for me too,” I giggle, and he rolls on top of me, his mouth brushing below my ear. The sensation is electric. “You’re driving me wild,” he says, doing it all the more.
A constant stream of kisses and plenty of ‘touches’ later, I’m relaxed and reclined between his legs but I’m finding it difficult to ignore how hard he is against my back.
This is what I’ve signed up for. It’s my fault.
I try to keep my mind away from jumping his bones while we slip into easy conversation.
“I hope you’re well rested because you’ll need all your energy to deal with my family,” he says while his fingertips draw abstract shapes against my skin.
“Why do you say that?”
“Well, you’re back a second time. Jesus, mum will flip. She’ll be out buying a wedding hat next.”
“Hold those horses, cowboy. This thing—” I gesture between us, “is still new to both of us.”
He gives me a guttural laugh. “I’m just warning you. Mum wants me to be happy. Her enthusiasm can do one of two things. Put a woman off or put ideas in her head. ”
I wonder how to take his statement. How many women has he had? “Well, I thought she was lovely and your dad too.”
“Oh yeah, dad is okay. He just lets me get on with it.”
“Well, there’s something our parents have in common then.”
“Yeah?”
“Absolutely. My parents might be nutty, but they’re kind of cool.” I smile as I think of mum and dad and wonder what they’re up to.
“What’s it like, being an only child?”
My head rears back and my lips purse, “I don’t know. What’s it like to have a brother?”
He laughs, “Fair enough. I’ll rephrase that. Didn’t you ever get lonely growing up?”