Chapter 23 Hattie #2
His mouth claimed mine with heat that stole every thought from my head. I gasped into him, my hands sliding up over the hard planes of his chest underneath his shirt and the steady beat pounding beneath my palms.
He pressed closer, lining up our bodies in a way that made my pulse thump against my skin.
His fingers dug into my hips before they moved beneath the hem of my shirt, finding bare skin and causing my spine to arch instinctively.
His lips traced down the line of my jaw, then the curve of my neck, lingering just below my ear—a spot that made my knees weaken helplessly.
When he felt me sway, he let out a low, guttural sound that sent a shiver straight through me.
“Been thinking about this since the first night,” he murmured against my skin, breath frayed at the edges.
“About you. About the way you sound. About your tight little pussy.” Heat spiraled through me, sharp and undeniable.
“You know,” he said, kissing me again—slower, deeper, but no less consuming.
“You know exactly what you want. I love that. I’ll just bet that your panties are wet for me.
” He rested his forehead against mine, the moment suspended with a tension that bordered on sacred. “Is that right?”
“Maybe,” I admitted. My fingers trembled as I found the hem of his shirt and tugged upward. “Take this off.”
Something electric flickered in his eyes, and then he pulled the shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor in a whisper of cotton. The heat of him hit me immediately, warm skin against mine, and the world narrowed to nothing but sensation and breath and the thrum of blood beneath the surface.
“Kipp…” My voice broke on his name.
He kissed me again, lifting me briefly so my toes left the floor before he set me down gently, guiding me backward down the hallway. His mouth traced along my neck and shoulder, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my jeans in a way that made my breath stutter.
The last coherent thought I had before everything dissolved into heat and touch was that this wasn’t reckless. This wasn’t fear masquerading as desire or loneliness dressed up as need.
This was gravity.
His hands framed my waist, fingers warm and certain, thumbs brushing the bare strip of skin where my shirt had ridden up. The touch wasn’t tentative; it was reverent, like he’d been replaying this moment in his mind long before either of us admitted it out loud.
“Hattie,” he murmured, and the way he said my name—low, hoarse, almost like a vow—sent a shiver straight through me.
I grabbed handfuls of his shoulders, pulling him down to me.
His weight pressed me gently into the mattress, solid and real in a way that made my breath catch.
I reveled in how Kipp felt against me—how he slipped his hands over my body.
He let out a near-helpless moan as his hand slid up my ribcage, slow enough to be torturous but steady enough to make my heart flutter.
His calloused hands traced every curve, the pads of his fingers against my skin, leaving me breathless.
I was already wet as he rocked against me, his dick sliding against my skin as he sucked each nipple into his mouth and tugged on them mercilessly.
Every time I tried to shift my hips and take him inside, he moved away, only torturing me further until I whined in frustration. “You want something, Trouble? Hmm?”
“Yes. You. Inside me. Now,” I managed reaching down for him.
“That’s all you had to say.” The words were a smile, but he was a liar-face, because he’d been a tease this whole time. “Come on, pretty girl. Ride me. Take what you want.”
Flipping us so I straddled him, he gazed up at me and waited, but I was wasting no time.
Grasping hold of his dick, I whimpered in relief at being in control.
Still, I wasn’t going to let him have it all his way.
This would be at the pace I wanted. Rubbing myself on his hardness, I played with my clit first, watching the way his eyes followed the movement, heating, pupils blown wide as his hands flexed on my hips.
“Are you going to put me in that pretty tight pussy? Or just play with me?”
I could hear the tightness in his voice, and it filled me with satisfaction.
“Maybe I’ll just play with you. You can be my new toy.
I’ll fuck you the way I want.” Teasing the tip inside my entrance, I dipped him in and out and then rubbed back against my clit, teasing myself. “You can just take it.”
“Fuuuccckkk.” His head was thrown back against the pillow before his gaze was drawn back to watching me. “You’re killing me in all the best ways right now.” His fingers flexed on my hips, and his abdominal muscles tightened as he tried to hold back.
Giving myself a little more of his dick, I let myself go a little further until I was so close to taking him all, but instead of sinking all the way down, I watched his face, biting my lip as I rode him slowly, letting myself enjoy the stretch.
“Hattie,” he groaned.
I could tell he was close, but so was I. Reaching behind me to massage his balls, I sank all the way so that he stretched me wide, rocking hard against him over and over again until we both went off like a rocket. Liquid warmth spread through me as he flexed his hips into me again and again.
“Holy shit.” I slumped over him, thinking two things.
It was the best sex I’d ever had. Ever. The second thing was that we’d forgotten a condom.
Idiotic. I closed my eyes and tipped my lips to his, even as I flexed against him, enjoying the pulsing of his dick and weirdly the gushing of wetness between us. “That was amazing.”
“It was.” He brushed my hair from my face, tucking the strands behind my ears. Our eyes met. “I didn’t have a condom on.”
“Yeah, that was my bad,” I admitted. His eyebrows drew together in a frown, and I moved to get up, but he held me tight.
“No, I like you right where you are.” His hips flexed up. “Relax, Trouble. It was my responsibility to wrap up. Not yours. I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone else for over six months.” He was frowning again.
That settled me a little, but it probably wasn’t for the reason that he was thinking of. It was reckless.
Nervousness swept over me, but this was a conversation we should have already had, so I forged ahead.
“I’m clean too, but I had my IUD taken out last month because my periods were too heavy.
I’m supposed to go back on the pill, but I haven’t done it yet.
It’s hard sometimes to get into a clinic with my schedule.
” I bit my lip, aware of the sticky mess between my thighs.
“It isn’t the right time of the month for this to be a problem.
” Problem seemed to be the wrong word. Trying to tiptoe around the issue was like a minefield, and I suddenly felt awkward.
We really didn’t know much about each other, and that felt weird considering how intimately we were pressed together with his dick in my hoo-ha.
“It’ll be alright, Hattie. No matter what. Whatever is happening between us isn’t nothing,” he said, voice barely audible against my hair. “I hope you know that.”
Swallowing hard, with my fingers curling at the back of his neck, I let myself relax a little more into his body. “I know, but anything else happening would be a complication.”
Both of us knew that. We’d only known each other for like a week, and he’d been kind of an ass. It wasn’t like this man would be relationship material. Right?
“I can do complicated. Don’t you worry. Go to sleep. It’ll be alright.” Smoothing his hands over my spine, he worked in keeping up a slow and steady rhythm until my eyes drooped, my face nestled against the curve of his shoulder.