himself. He stepped toward her, dropping her hand and then placing his on the counter on either side of her, trapping her body with his.
“Oh,” she moaned her approval as he brushed back her hair and his lips landed on the sweet flesh at the side of her neck. He kissed her softly at first, caressing the delicate skin, but her head fell against his chest and he knew then that this “tour” would end exactly where he wanted it to.
“I thought you weren’t interested,” he whispered.
“I like playing hard to get,” she said, twisting around and meeting his mouth with hers. The way she kissed him said her days of playing hard to get were over, and Matt rejoiced at the thought. Her lips slid against his, their mouths opening, tongues toying. She tasted damn delicious and he couldn’t recall a kiss that made him feel so strung up inside, but he was greedy; he wanted more. Leaning closer, pushing Hannah against the counter, he nudged his knee between her legs, heard her moan, wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her onto the counter.
Their lips parted for a matter of seconds and they both clamored for air, already panting as they looked into each other’s eyes. Words weren’t necessary—the heat in Hannah’s eyes told Matt that when he slipped his hands beneath her top she would arch her chest toward him, giving easy access as he cupped her breasts. As he closed his palms around her perfect mounds, it was his turn to moan. No woman had ever fit his hands so well, as if her breasts were made for the sole purpose of his entertainment. In perfect synchrony, he flicked his thumbs across her nipples, his erection swelling in his jeans as the rosy nubs hardened at his touch. Nothing had ever felt so beautiful.
He dropped his hands and took a breath, conflicted between wanting her naked yesterday and needing to slow things down. If he didn’t show some restraint this would be over before it had started, and he didn’t want her thinking that was his modus operandi.
“What’s wrong?” She pulled back slightly, noticing his hesitation.
“Nothing.” He swallowed. Her beautiful face framed by the window with the sand, sun and ocean in the background would sell this region to tourists worldwide, but he didn’t want to share. “Maybe we should go upstairs. Use the bed. I don’t want to rush things.”
She wriggled slightly and tugged her floaty top down over her soft exposed flesh. Uncertainty swam in her eyes. “I’m just here for a fling, right? A one-night stand or maybe a little longer, but you’re going again soon, yeah? I don’t want to give the wrong impression that I’m able to offer more.”
Yes, that’s what he wanted. That was usually his line, so why were his insides twisting unpleasantly at the knowledge that this thing had an expiration date? Hannah was different from the women he’d slept with in the past. Generally an attraction was established, an offer of fun and frivolity laid out on the table, and it was taken pretty damn quick. He only ever slept with women who thought the same way, and even though Hannah said she did, something about her confession didn’t sound convincing. She’d taken too damn long to come to him.
“Am I wrong?” She spoke again, her voice wary. “Do you want more?”
“No.” He rushed to set her straight, not wanting second thoughts to creep into her head. Or his. Of course he didn’t want more, so why the hell was he wasting precious time thinking it all through? They were on the same page. It was time to take advantage of that.
Without another word, he made contact again, his lips on hers as he scooped her up against him. She sighed and wrapped her legs around his torso, pressing the juncture between her thighs on the erection threatening to burn a hole in his jeans.
Somehow he made it up the stairs, his eyes open but all his energies focused on making out. On tasting the gift he couldn’t wait to unwrap. They stumbled into the room that
“Oh,” she moaned her approval as he brushed back her hair and his lips landed on the sweet flesh at the side of her neck. He kissed her softly at first, caressing the delicate skin, but her head fell against his chest and he knew then that this “tour” would end exactly where he wanted it to.
“I thought you weren’t interested,” he whispered.
“I like playing hard to get,” she said, twisting around and meeting his mouth with hers. The way she kissed him said her days of playing hard to get were over, and Matt rejoiced at the thought. Her lips slid against his, their mouths opening, tongues toying. She tasted damn delicious and he couldn’t recall a kiss that made him feel so strung up inside, but he was greedy; he wanted more. Leaning closer, pushing Hannah against the counter, he nudged his knee between her legs, heard her moan, wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her onto the counter.
Their lips parted for a matter of seconds and they both clamored for air, already panting as they looked into each other’s eyes. Words weren’t necessary—the heat in Hannah’s eyes told Matt that when he slipped his hands beneath her top she would arch her chest toward him, giving easy access as he cupped her breasts. As he closed his palms around her perfect mounds, it was his turn to moan. No woman had ever fit his hands so well, as if her breasts were made for the sole purpose of his entertainment. In perfect synchrony, he flicked his thumbs across her nipples, his erection swelling in his jeans as the rosy nubs hardened at his touch. Nothing had ever felt so beautiful.
He dropped his hands and took a breath, conflicted between wanting her naked yesterday and needing to slow things down. If he didn’t show some restraint this would be over before it had started, and he didn’t want her thinking that was his modus operandi.
“What’s wrong?” She pulled back slightly, noticing his hesitation.
“Nothing.” He swallowed. Her beautiful face framed by the window with the sand, sun and ocean in the background would sell this region to tourists worldwide, but he didn’t want to share. “Maybe we should go upstairs. Use the bed. I don’t want to rush things.”
She wriggled slightly and tugged her floaty top down over her soft exposed flesh. Uncertainty swam in her eyes. “I’m just here for a fling, right? A one-night stand or maybe a little longer, but you’re going again soon, yeah? I don’t want to give the wrong impression that I’m able to offer more.”
Yes, that’s what he wanted. That was usually his line, so why were his insides twisting unpleasantly at the knowledge that this thing had an expiration date? Hannah was different from the women he’d slept with in the past. Generally an attraction was established, an offer of fun and frivolity laid out on the table, and it was taken pretty damn quick. He only ever slept with women who thought the same way, and even though Hannah said she did, something about her confession didn’t sound convincing. She’d taken too damn long to come to him.
“Am I wrong?” She spoke again, her voice wary. “Do you want more?”
“No.” He rushed to set her straight, not wanting second thoughts to creep into her head. Or his. Of course he didn’t want more, so why the hell was he wasting precious time thinking it all through? They were on the same page. It was time to take advantage of that.
Without another word, he made contact again, his lips on hers as he scooped her up against him. She sighed and wrapped her legs around his torso, pressing the juncture between her thighs on the erection threatening to burn a hole in his jeans.
Somehow he made it up the stairs, his eyes open but all his energies focused on making out. On tasting the gift he couldn’t wait to unwrap. They stumbled into the room that
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