Chapter 15 #2
And when my hand hooks on her hip and pulls her in and my mouth crashes into hers, I lose all control.
Hannah has become my addiction, something stronger than any drug—more powerful than any other driving force.
I can't think without my brain finding its way to her.
And I can't be around her without craving her being closer.
"Luke," she breathes, but she's not pulling away. She’s glancing around like she hopes no one sees us.
"Please, don't push me away, Hannah." I feel desperate and needy, like some overwhelming urge has just hit me and I'll drop dead if she rejects me. Never before in my life have I felt such a strong need to have someone, and I'm not talking about sex.
"You can't just kiss me like this in public."
"Then let's go somewhere less public," I tell her, remembering how hot that sex was on her boat a few months ago.
Hannah grabs me by the wrist and pulls me into the boat, but instead of going into the salon, she pulls me up the passageway to the cabin. It's darker, and she shuts the door behind us, leaving me just enough light to see the silhouette of her body as I close in on her again.
"You drive me insane," she hisses, but her hands find the hem of my shirt and start working it out of the waistband of my pants. It sticks and she tugs harder, wrestling against it to get it free as I continue my assault on her mouth.
I grin against her lips. “Took you long enough to admit it.” I can’t help smiling because I know she’s probably hating every second of how much her body wants me.
Hannah titters as she attacks the top button of my shirt. “Shut up and kiss me already."
“I can't kiss you when you're talking,” I murmur, sliding my hands under the hem of her pink sweater.
Her skin is warm and smooth against my palms. I peel the soft fabric upward slowly, savoring every inch while my lips devour hers again.
But our lips are forced apart as she lifts her arms and the sweater slips over her head, dropping to the cabin floor in a pink heap.
The white lace bra underneath makes my pulse spike.
“Damn, Hannah…” I trace a thumb along the delicate edge. “I should've done this weeks ago."
“Shut up, I told you,” she says, cheeks flushing, but she’s smiling as she pushes my shirt open. Her nails rake lightly down my chest, making me hiss. “You’re still wearing too much.”
I shrug the button-down off my shoulders and let it fall. Before I can reach for her again, she’s already working my belt, the metal buckle clinking as she yanks it open with impatient tugs.
“Now who has on too much clothing?” I growl, popping the button on her jeans and dragging the zipper down.
I hook my fingers in the waistband and push the denim over her hips, crouching as I slide it down her legs.
She steps out, kicking the jeans aside. The sight of her in nothing but white lace has my mouth watering.
I groan, kissing her hard as I back her toward the bed.
“Lose the rest of it.” I want her bare, and I want it to be now.
I can’t stop the urge that my body has to pin her down naked and have my way with her.
It’s infectious, starting in my chest and coursing out through my body until I’m a nothing but a tethered beast, praying she doesn’t tell me to stop.
Hannah holds my stare as she reaches behind her back. The hooks of her bra give way and she peels the white lace down her arms, letting it fall. Her breasts are full and perfect, nipples tight from the cool cabin air. I can’t stop staring.
She watches me watching her, then slides her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pushes them down her legs. They pool at her ankles and she kicks them aside, standing completely bare in front of me.
My hands are already moving. I shove my jeans and boxers the rest of the way off, stepping out of them so nothing separates us anymore. The heat between us feels electric.
Hannah’s gaze drops, then lifts again with a wicked little smile. “You look like you’re about to eat me alive.”
“That’s the plan,” I growl as I sit on the edge of the bed and lie back fully, then reach for her hips. “Come up here. I want you sitting on my face.”
Her eyes widen. “Right now? Like… right now?” I see the flush of nerves, the way her body goes rigid, but I’m not joking at all. I’ve dreamed about this and fully intend to have my way with her.
“Yeah. Right now.” I tug her forward impatiently. “I’ve thought about this way too many times to wait.”
She climbs over me, knees settling on either side of my head. Her thighs tremble slightly as she lowers herself, hovering just above my mouth.
“Luke, I—”
I pull her down the final inch and drag my tongue straight up through her folds. Hannah’s breath catches hard, turning into a shaky moan as her hands slap against the headboard.
“Fuck,” she gasps, hips jerking. “That’s… oh, my God.”
I grip her ass and hold her against me, licking her so deep and then faster when she starts rocking. “Mmm,” I murmur against her wet skin. She tastes so fucking good, I could do this for hours. My God, I'm so fucking hard and this is so fucking hot.
She moans louder, hips rolling with growing confidence. “You’re going to kill me like this.”
“Good,” I growl, sucking her clit between my lips. “Then die happy.”
I seal my mouth over her and work her with long, hungry strokes of my tongue, licking every slick inch while she rocks above me. I slide one hand from her ass and push two fingers inside her, making her clench as she moans louder. She’s soaked, and her walls flutter around the intrusion.
Hannah whimpers, hips jerking sharply. “Oh, fuck. Luke—”
I curl my fingers, stroking that spongy spot inside her while my tongue flicks over her swollen clit. Her moans turn desperate as she grinds down harder, chasing the pressure, one hand fisting my hair as the other braces on the headboard.
Her thighs start to shake around my head. I thrust my fingers faster, sucking her clit in rhythm with every stroke. Her breathing turns ragged, broken little gasps between throaty moans.
“I’m… I’m so close. Don’t stop, please!”
Her whole body tenses suddenly, back arching hard.
A sharp, broken groan tears from her throat as her orgasm crashes through her.
Her pussy clamps down around my fingers in strong, pulsing waves, flooding my tongue with fresh moisture.
She shakes violently, hips stuttering and grinding as the pleasure rips through her in long, rolling surges.
Her moans fracture into helpless whimpers, thighs squeezing my head while her fingers twist tighter in my hair.
I keep licking and stroking her through every spasm, drawing it out until her body finally goes limp and boneless over me, trembling with aftershocks. Her chest heaves, ragged breaths sawing in and out as she slowly comes down, still softly rocking against my tongue.
I ease her off me gently, laying her down on her back on the mattress. She looks beautifully wrecked—flushed skin, heavy-lidded eyes, lips parted. I settle between her thighs, bracing on my forearms so I can look at her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful right now,” I whisper, kissing her slowly. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
I line myself up and sink into her in one long, smooth thrust. Hannah’s breath hitches sharply, her nails digging into my back as I fill her. She’s still fluttering from her first orgasm, and her walls are hot and silky, letting me glide easily in and out of her.
“God, Hannah,” I groan, starting a deep, steady rhythm. “You feel perfect. I could stay buried inside you for hours.”
I keep my pace slow at first, savoring every inch, every gasp she makes. "Oh, shit… Oh, God…" Even her moans are perfect.