Chapter 39
Derek
We stumbled through the door of our home, Hannah’s arms surrounding my neck as I blindly fumbled with the lock. Our night out had served its purpose—relaxing her and making her forget the uncertainty that surrounded us. I managed to lock and then focused my attention on her, slipping my coat jacket off her shoulders and dropping it to the floor.
After a few drinks she was more than ready to come home. Evie had insisted we leave the girls with her overnight, since it was late and they were already sleeping.
Thank God.
I wasn’t sure how the hell I would have focused on putting the girls to bed with Hannah kissing me the way that she was. She moaned softly as I dug my fingers into her hips, pressing myself against her. I wanted her, needed her.
The woman drove me mad, blurred my senses...but I didn’t want it any other way.
“I love you,” she whispered, breaking the kiss and dropping to her knees.
“Hannah—” This night wasn’t about me, it was about her, taking her mind off everything and yet, there she was, undoing my zipper and pulling my cock out.
“I want to.” She stroked for a few seconds before taking me in her mouth, making me groan with the sensation of being inside her.
Fuck.
She smiled with her eyes, knowing exactly what she did to me when she did it.
My hands gripped her hair, holding her as she continued. Her warm tongue licked my cock, and I groaned, unable to keep the sound inside as she bobbed her head back and forth on my shaft.
I couldn’t tear my eyes from her, watching how on her knees she robbed every ounce of control from my body with her mouth, her tongue. With everything that was her.
“Fuck, baby.” The words were a harsh whisper on my lips and Hannah moaned in response, her nails digging into my thighs as I began pumping in and out of her mouth.
It took all my restraint to stop fucking her mouth, but holding a fistful of her hair, I pulled her off my cock and stood her up, holding her as she stumbled on to her feet. Her eyes glimmered with want and need and I turned her around and bent her over the arm of the sofa. I bunched up her dress over her hips, exposing the smooth skin of her legs and thighs, up to her ass, my hands following my gaze as I gripped her ass and squeezed.
“Are you ready for me, Hannah?” I lacked restraint and my fingers finally touched her folds, mesmerized in the way she was already wet for me after sucking me off.
“Yes...please, Derek.”
I groaned as she pushed back, allowing her to take control for those few seconds until she brushed my hard cock against her warmth and all self-control was out the window.
Fuck, she felt perfect.
Her body clung onto me like a vice, tightening around me as I thrust into her, her whimpers filling up the room despite her trying to contain them. I sunk into her that way, slow and deep.
And that’s how I loved her.
Deeper.
Harder.
Anyway that she asked.
I loved her until she was trembling with each orgasm that ripped through her body. I loved her until the clothes were too much and they were scattered around the floor, until each time she came she screamed out my name.
Loved how strong she was and how vulnerable and mine she was in moments like this, when she gave up control and let me do as I pleased with her. My chest tightened, aching at the realization that she was everything, absolutely fucking everything to me.
I gripped her hair and pulled her up against my chest, turning her face towards mine and pressing a punishing kiss against her lips. One of my hands teased her swollen clit and my other hand wrapped around her throat slightly, holding her to me as I pushed into her.
“I’m...yours...”
Hannah said the words like she knew I needed to hear them, like she could sense the pain in my chest at the overwhelming love I felt for her.
“Only yours.”
Shuddering, I brushed my lips against her earlobe, nipping it gently as I thrust into her.
“Mine,” I growled. “Forever.”
I fucked her then.
Made love to her for the rest of the night until she was so spent she could barely even move.
I watched her as she laid on her stomach, the sheets barely covering the curves of her ass. She hugged the pillow beneath her with her eyes closed and a sated smile on her lips.
Settling on the bed next to her, I propped my head up and watched her.
I didn’t think I could enjoy life without her in it. I could make sense of this fucked up world as long as she was with me.
I brushed my fingers over the flushed skin of her cheeks and finally, she blinked, meeting my eyes with so much peace that I found it unbelievable that earlier that morning she had been on the brink of insanity.
“What are you thinking?”
I shrugged. “Not sure. I’m wondering how the hell I can keep you in bed, naked for the rest of our lives.”
Hannah laughed softly, easing all the tension in my chest. She didn’t realize how fucking worried I was with the situation.
She didn’t know that every day that passed, I feared someone would take her from me.
“Do you remember that day we met?”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Of course I do. A ray of sunshine...that’s what you were.”
I joked, but the memory was vivid in my mind. She had been frustrated and disappointed yet I managed to steal a smile from her and that had been enough to do me in.
I wasn’t sure why the hell I had agreed to this meeting.
The restaurant was doing well and I didn’t think we needed the extra help, but if we could get more exposure, maybe I could help more people.
I walked past the busy reception area and ignored the gossipping voices that filled the air as I focused my attention on the elevator.
Letting out a breath, I glanced at the buttons, but didn’t press anything. The doors began to close until a perfectly manicured hand stopped their steady motion. A woman who looked furious stepped inside, rattling out orders into her cell phone before angrily hanging up. Her long brown hair fell over her shoulders and the dress hugged every curve perfectly.
I’d committed many sins but none of them were bigger than this one because that ring on her finger couldn’t be ignored.
“What are you looking at?” she asked, the irritation on her voice palpable.
I smirked.
Feisty.
“Nothing.” The woman let out a scoff and shook her head, leaning against the wall across from me. She was beautiful, but her eyes seemed lifeless.
There was no spark.
No emotion.
She hugged the folder in her arms to her chest, sighing when her phone began to ring once again. Her finger slid across the screen and she ignored the call before meeting my gaze for the first time.
“You’re staring again,” she said, this time with furrowed brows.
I shrugged, eyeing the ring on her finger once again but thought, ‘fuck it.’ “Can’t help it. I feel like you should be used to it. I’m sure everyone’s attention is on you a lot of the time.”
Her cheeks took on a rosy color, and I couldn’t help but picture her whole body flushed with pleasure. “Comes with the territory, I suppose. It’s one of the lovely perks of running this place.”
“Ah. You’re one of the Carson’s.”
She nodded but there was no pride in her eyes. “I’m Hannah.”
Bingo!
She was younger than I thought she would be. Stunning in her beauty but it was almost like she wasn’t aware of it.
“Ugh. Why is this elevator not moving?”
I closed the distance between us, unable to help the playful smile on my lips. “We never pressed the button, love.” Her lips parted with a quiet gasp, and her eyes flitted from me to the buttons next to her, but I didn’t miss the ghost of a smile that appeared on her face. “What floor?”
“Twelve.”
I stepped back and Hannah hummed quietly. Her eyes had lit up with amusement and the tension that had been present when she walked in had left her body, even when her phone buzzed yet again.
I wanted to say more, and I had the feeling she did, too, but the elevator chimed much too soon.
Hannah looked back at me before stepping out of the elevator.
“I”ll see you around, Hannah.”
She smiled.
That was all it took. That goddamn smile took my breath away.
“My mom hated you that same day,” Hannah admitted, recalling my meeting for the restaurant. “You weren”t profitable enough. And well…I think she knew right away who you were.”
I smiled, brushing my fingers against her cheek. “Well, she must be rolling in her grave now.”
Hannah laughed softly, but that smile quickly disappeared when we heard items clattering in the kitchen.
Dread clawed at my insides.
The movement continued, followed by heavy steps that made sure we knew there was someone else in the house.
Fuck.
Hannah whimpered when the clear sound of something breaking against the wall echoed throughout the house. Her eyes, wide with fear, pleaded for me to stay, for comfort, but instead, I shushed her with a finger on my lips.
“Derek, what’s happening?” Hannah ignored me, her soft footsteps following behind me as I pulled on the first sweatpants I found and a t-shirt. I looked at our dressers and nightstands for a phone, quickly realizing that we’d left them somewhere in the living room.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I muttered.
I looked at her then, memorizing the beautiful features of her face, her messy hair that screamed recently fucked, and the way my name fell from her lips and then I kissed her, extending the moment much more than I should have, but I did it anyway, because the clattering in our home continued and it grew closer.
Our minutes together were counted.
I could feel it in every bone in my body.
“Stay here, Hannah, do you understand?”
She shook her head to speak, but I didn’t let her, kissing her one last time.
“I love you, baby. I love you.”
And with those words, I left.