Chapter 15 #3
My mouth finds her neck, her jaw, her lips between words. “I’ve thought about this every time you walked past my window. Every single day.”
Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I thrust harder, grinding against her with every stroke. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
"Shit, Luke…" She's putty, molding to my body like we were made for each other as I slide my arms under her knees and lift her legs higher, folding her nearly in half. The new angle lets me drive even deeper. Hannah moans, her back arching off the bed.
“Fuck—Luke, right there!”
“Yeah?” I growl, pounding into her with controlled power. “You like it deep like this? I love how you open up for me."
Her walls start to flutter again, tighter this time. I want to feel her pulse around me now, the way she did around my fingers. “Come on, sweetheart. Let me feel you come again. I want to feel this pretty pussy squeezing me while I’m so deep inside you.”
She breaks apart with a sharp, broken grunt.
Her second orgasm hits hard—her whole body seizing, back bowing, thighs quivering around me.
Her pussy clamps down in strong, rhythmic pulses, milking my cock as fresh wetness floods around me.
She moans loudly through every wave, eyes squeezed shut, fingers clawing at my shoulders.
The feeling of her coming so hard underneath me pushes me over the edge.
I bury myself as deep as I can and come with a rough groan, my cock pulsing heavily inside her.
"Oh, fuck yeah…" I growl as thick, powerful spurts fill her and my hips jerk uncontrollably, pleasure slamming through me in blinding waves.
I keep rocking into her through every last pulse, both of us trembling and gasping until we finally collapse together, slick with sweat and breathing hard.
This is what I'm talking about.
Hannah is mine. I can feel it in the core of my being. We belong together, and it's not just because of sex.
The way I feel about her has nothing to do with what happens when we take our clothing off and everything to do with the fact that she and I have the same heart—to help others and to do the right thing.
I need a woman like her. I need her like I need the air I breathe, and I have no clue what's going through her mind, but I hope it's the same thing that's going through mine.
"Maddox!" I hear faintly, and I recognize the voice. It's Tom Whitaker, probably looking for me for an update on something to do with the repairs. As much as I don't want to just rush off like last time, I can't ignore him. It could be important.
"You should go," Hannah says softly, relinquishing her hold on my body.
"Luke Maddox!" I hear again, and Hannah touches my face softly.
"I don't want to go," I say, kissing her.
"I just…" I don't know what words to say.
It's not like I'm gonna declare my love for her.
I mean, I'm falling hard and fast, but it'd just scare her off.
Besides, I'm not the sort of man to just blurt something out.
I make sure I can back it up before I say it, and right now, my emotions are raw. That was incredible sex. Again.
"Go," she says. "I have to get this boat prepped, anyway."
I pull back, feeling her gush around me as I slide out of her, and I grab my clothing and dress while she lies in bed covering up with the sheets.
"You're not going to avoid me for two months again, are you?
" Part of that is a joke, but part of that is me worried I’m making a fool of myself.
I know how Hannah has felt about me for years.
She has never been anything but crystal clear about that.
I'll be the first to tell anyone how bodily urges can take over.
We're both consenting adults. We're both good-looking people—at least I think I am. And we're both human, with urges and needs. And I'll be damned if I'm going to come back and do this a third time if all I am is an urge to her. Yes, I like it. But sex for sex's sake is pointless. I want more.
"Luke Maddox, would you get off my boat and go find out who is screaming your name before everyone in this marina knows you just screwed me again?"
I want to think she's joking, but I don't detect the faint hint of a smile through which she could be speaking. I finish jamming my legs into my jeans, then slide my feet back into my shoes and frantically button my shirt as Tom calls me twice more, his voice fading.
But before I duck out, I lean back down and kiss her one more time. It's like feeling grounded again after a long stint at sea. She takes my breath away, and then I whisper, "We're gonna have to talk about this sooner or later, Hannah. And I wouldn't mind it being sooner."
She says nothing as I pull away and walk out, but I get the feeling she's still resisting me.
The first time, I knew she wanted it. This time, she didn't say no.
My God, it's gonna make me go crazy if I can't figure her out, and right now I need to be thinking more clearly. Not losing my mind over a woman who can't make up hers.