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would become his mother’s (he tried not to think about that) and tumbled onto the bed they’d tested only days ago. This time he planned to take the testing to a whole other level.
They’d barely made contact with the mattress when she reached up and pulled his head back down. She kissed
him
this time, flicking her tongue almost ferociously between her lips as if he were a three-course meal and she’d been fasting for months. He heard a thud, quickly followed by another and realized she’d kicked her sandals off and the noise was them slamming against the wall.
As the direction to take his own shoes off traveled from his brain to his fingers, Hannah got things going. He was usually in control of sex, but she had him off-kilter, her hands on the waistband of his shorts, yanking them down. He gasped as she slipped her fingers beneath his jocks and cupped him where it mattered.
“Whoa.” He took a breath. And then another. He was hot and turned on and hard and he wanted all the material between them banished. He was ready; he could slip inside her right this second and ride himself to the best damn orgasm of his life, but he wanted her to be as wet, writhing and desperate as him. Sitting up slightly, he turned her over, making it obvious he was taking back the reins. Within seconds he had her pants and underwear on the floor; her shirt and bra followed quickly.
The grin on her face as she lay on the unmade mattress completely naked was a turn-on itself. Not that he needed any encouragement. He hesitated only a moment, unsure where to start and whether to touch or taste her first. And then he just went for it. His fingers ran the gauntlet from her mouth down her neck, over her stomach and right between her legs, and he followed the trail with scorching kisses. He felt her warmth before he touched it, before he tasted it. He slipped his tongue inside her, smiled when within moments she cried out, arched off the bed and shuddered into his mouth.
If he’d thought women sexy in the past, he’d been wrong. The way Hannah reacted to him was the most arousing thing he’d ever seen. He was kidding himself if he could keep this up. Just one time he needed to completely let go. When they did it again, then he’d take things real slow.
Climbing back up her body, he lowered himself down and slipped inside. And
oh God
, she was ready! She felt good. Hot. Slippery. Maybe better than any woman had ever felt before. Her body clenched around his cock and for one second he thought he might just die of pleasure.
And then she stiffened. Her hands came up against his chest, pushing him off her. He blinked open his eyes, wondering what the hell was wrong, and saw she was crying. Big, noisy tears dripping down her cheeks.
“I can’t do this,” she sobbed up at him. “It’s wrong. I should never have come.”
“Wrong?” Until two seconds ago, nothing had ever felt so right.
“I’m pregnant!”
His erection drooped, the desire fleeing. If he’d had nightmares about a woman dropping this bombshell, it had never been like this. “What the hell?”
CHAPTER FIVE
H ANNAH ROLLED OFF the bed, her heart pounding as she scrambled on the floor looking for her clothes. Her body buzzed with what she’d just experienced—what would only have been the tip of a very pleasurable iceberg—but she hadn’t been able to go through with it.
Capris. Yes. Top. Thank you, God. But where the hell was her underwear? As she gathered up what clothes she could find, she fought the urge to turn around and look at Matt. She could only imagine the anger he might be feeling right this second. Just thinking about what she’d done to him, how shabbily she’d treated him when he’d been nothing but honest with her, had her stomach twisting in disappointment. Deciding to forgo undies and bra and simply get dressed as fast as possible was one thing, but her lungs ached with struggling to breathe, and the coordination needed to dress herself had gone
They’d barely made contact with the mattress when she reached up and pulled his head back down. She kissed
him
this time, flicking her tongue almost ferociously between her lips as if he were a three-course meal and she’d been fasting for months. He heard a thud, quickly followed by another and realized she’d kicked her sandals off and the noise was them slamming against the wall.
As the direction to take his own shoes off traveled from his brain to his fingers, Hannah got things going. He was usually in control of sex, but she had him off-kilter, her hands on the waistband of his shorts, yanking them down. He gasped as she slipped her fingers beneath his jocks and cupped him where it mattered.
“Whoa.” He took a breath. And then another. He was hot and turned on and hard and he wanted all the material between them banished. He was ready; he could slip inside her right this second and ride himself to the best damn orgasm of his life, but he wanted her to be as wet, writhing and desperate as him. Sitting up slightly, he turned her over, making it obvious he was taking back the reins. Within seconds he had her pants and underwear on the floor; her shirt and bra followed quickly.
The grin on her face as she lay on the unmade mattress completely naked was a turn-on itself. Not that he needed any encouragement. He hesitated only a moment, unsure where to start and whether to touch or taste her first. And then he just went for it. His fingers ran the gauntlet from her mouth down her neck, over her stomach and right between her legs, and he followed the trail with scorching kisses. He felt her warmth before he touched it, before he tasted it. He slipped his tongue inside her, smiled when within moments she cried out, arched off the bed and shuddered into his mouth.
If he’d thought women sexy in the past, he’d been wrong. The way Hannah reacted to him was the most arousing thing he’d ever seen. He was kidding himself if he could keep this up. Just one time he needed to completely let go. When they did it again, then he’d take things real slow.
Climbing back up her body, he lowered himself down and slipped inside. And
oh God
, she was ready! She felt good. Hot. Slippery. Maybe better than any woman had ever felt before. Her body clenched around his cock and for one second he thought he might just die of pleasure.
And then she stiffened. Her hands came up against his chest, pushing him off her. He blinked open his eyes, wondering what the hell was wrong, and saw she was crying. Big, noisy tears dripping down her cheeks.
“I can’t do this,” she sobbed up at him. “It’s wrong. I should never have come.”
“Wrong?” Until two seconds ago, nothing had ever felt so right.
“I’m pregnant!”
His erection drooped, the desire fleeing. If he’d had nightmares about a woman dropping this bombshell, it had never been like this. “What the hell?”
CHAPTER FIVE
H ANNAH ROLLED OFF the bed, her heart pounding as she scrambled on the floor looking for her clothes. Her body buzzed with what she’d just experienced—what would only have been the tip of a very pleasurable iceberg—but she hadn’t been able to go through with it.
Capris. Yes. Top. Thank you, God. But where the hell was her underwear? As she gathered up what clothes she could find, she fought the urge to turn around and look at Matt. She could only imagine the anger he might be feeling right this second. Just thinking about what she’d done to him, how shabbily she’d treated him when he’d been nothing but honest with her, had her stomach twisting in disappointment. Deciding to forgo undies and bra and simply get dressed as fast as possible was one thing, but her lungs ached with struggling to breathe, and the coordination needed to dress herself had gone
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