She did as he asked, lowering to the bed with his help. As soon as she’d settled, he pushed her simple T-shirt up. She lifted her arms and held, allowing him to disrobe her. Next went her striped cotton pajama pants. She hadn’t bothered with panties, so he had instant access to her naked skin.
“Damn,” he groaned as he kissed her inner thigh. “So fucking beautiful.” Then he reared up and began to remove his own clothing. “I wanted to take my time. Drive you out of our mind with my mouth and fingers.”
There went his shirt, somewhere over his head. She licked her lips as her favorite visual feast came into full view. Beneath his sweatpants, his erection stuck out, tenting the fabric as far as it would stretch.
With a sly smirk, he tilted his head. “You listening?”
“What? Huh?” Her cheeks heated.
“Fuck, baby, I love—” She sucked in a breath. Love? “your eyes on me. Eating me up. Lit up with excitement because I’m about to fuck you.”
There wasn’t time to feel any disappointment over the outcome of his statement. He shifted, pulling off his pants. A long, thick erection she’d grown quite friendly with jutted out so hard, the tip leaked with his desire for her.
Hannah’s mouth watered, and her hands trembled. She reached for him. Maybe he’d let her play for a bit.
“Nuh-uh,” he whispered, catching her wandering hand before it had a chance to wrap around him. “As I was saying. I’d love to take the time to drive each other crazy, but I’m the hardest I’ve even been in my fucking life. I can’t even promise I won’t shoot off the second I push into that wet pussy.”
“Well then, I guess you better not waste any time, huh?”
“Brat,” he said with a laugh. The man moved fast, diving onto the bed and flipping her on her side before she knew what hit her. He snuggled up to her back and bent his knees.
They fit together like two interlocking puzzle pieces, her more petite frame nestled into his much longer one. His hard length pressed against the seam of her legs, leaving a wet trail of precum.
When his hand slid up and over her hip to the place where she wanted him most, she didn’t hesitate to open her knees like a clam shell.
“That’s right, baby, let me in.” He slipped his fingers into the slippery cleft between her legs. Within seconds, she was panting for release as he alternated between playing with her clit and fingering her opening. Rocking her hips, she aided him in hitting all the right spots.
“Shit,” he cursed behind her. “I could fucking come just like this, humping your damn leg like a dog.”
“Mmm.” It was all she could muster. Her nipples ached to be pinched and pulled, but she didn’t dare ask him to leave her sex. Instead, she touched herself, rolling the stiff nubs between her thumb and forefinger.
“Christ,” he growled. “That’s it. Can’t wait.” He hiked her top leg up and over his.
The next thing she knew, he was pushing into her. Nothing compared to the initial stretch and absolute bliss of that first thrust.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he spat as he started to pull away before he’d bottomed out.
“No!” She reached back and grabbed his ass to pull him back.
“No condom,” he said around his heaving breath.
No condom.
They should not be the hottest two words she’d ever heard him say.
“I’m clean,” she whispered. “I have an IUD. Uh, I got it after Mary Anne found out she was pregnant. Just in case.”
He remained silent, and she could have kicked herself. Of course, he’d be squeamish about taking her word for it. She’d been insensitive to think otherwise.
“I’m sorry. Forget it. I mean, it’s the truth. I’d never, but—”
He nipped her shoulder in a sharp bite, making her suck in a breath. His tongue swiped over the spot a second later. “That’s not it. I believe you. And I’m clean, too. Was tested recently. I just…you trust me?”
She craned her neck until she could see his dark eyes. This was a face-to-face conversation. “Of course, I trust you, JP. I-I love you.”
His eyes flared wide.
Oh, God, she’d done it. Committed the cardinal dating sin and professed her love too early. Way too early. Forever too early. If she could have called the words back, well, she wouldn’t. They were out there, and now, no matter what happened between them, he knew how she felt. How could she regret being honest with him after the way they met?
“Christ, Hannah, I love you too,” he said in a rush.
It was her turn for the wide-eyed stare. “You do?”
He nodded. “Not gonna lie, baby, it scares the piss outta me. But it’s true. I don’t know how we’ll—”
She kissed him long and hard. “Not now. We’ll worry later.”