She moved her hand beneath his jacket, placing her palm against his back.
“Are you trying to seduce me?” His voice w
as rough as she continued to move her hand. She could feel him start to harden against her hip.
“Why would you say that? I’m practically a married woman.”
“I’d hate to upset your ‘almost’ husband.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. “But I really want to see what you’re wearing under this dress.”
“What makes you think I’m wearing anything?” She batted her eyelashes at him.
He swallowed hard. “I think I’m ready to leave.”
“We’re sleeping here. We can’t leave the party before midnight.” Hanna laughed.
“Watch us.”
He stopped dancing when they were near the staircase, his hand still firmly holding hers. As he practically dragged her up the stairs, she found herself giggling, having to stop every few seconds to catch her breath.
“Come on, we’ve got a lot of practicing to do,” Richard urged, pulling at her hand. When they reached the top of the staircase, he bent down, scooping her up into his arms and stalking to their bedroom.
“I’m pretty sure the whole carrying over the threshold thing isn’t meant to happen until after the wedding,” Hanna pointed out, hiccupping in a fit of giggles.
“This isn’t a threshold carry. This is an ‘I want to get you into bed as quickly as possible’ carry.” He pushed their door open and threw her on top of the covers.
“I thought it was an ‘I can’t wait to see what’s under your dress’ carry.” Hanna reached up to grab his hand and pull him on top of her. His solid body knocked the wind out of her, making her breathless.
“I can’t wait to see what’s under your dress.” He snaked his hand up her leg. Shrugging his jacket off, he unknotted his tie before pulling her sparkling silver sandals off, throwing them to the floor.
“There’s really nothing to see.” She knelt up, helping him to unfasten the buttons on his shirt. “I’d hate to disappoint you.”
“If there’s nothing under that dress, I can promise you I won’t be disappointed.” His shirt was next to come off, revealing his firm chest. Hanna reached out to touch it, tracing her fingers over the ridges of his muscles. Her hand moved down, unfastening his belt and pushing his pants over his hips, and as he stood to push them farther, Hanna could see his black boxers tenting under the pressure of his hardness.
“I can see you’re ready for some practice,” she murmured, running a finger over his tip. She felt him twitch.
Richard leaned forward and kissed her, his tongue brushing against hers as they opened their mouths, her hands roaming across his naked torso. She felt him pull the zipper of her dress down, easing the fabric from her shoulders until it pooled around her waist, leaving her breasts exposed.
He dipped his head to capture a nipple between his lips. Sucking it into his warm, wet mouth, he dragged his tongue against her until her vision turned to stars. His hand reached out to caress her other breast, his thumb peaking her nipple and making her back arch.
“Does it feel like I need to practice?” he murmured against her breast. She shook her head madly though she knew he couldn’t see.
He pulled her dress off the rest of the way, throwing it to join the rest of their clothes in a heap on the floor.
She lay naked on the bed, looking up at his dark, desirous eyes, her body clenching at the strength of his need. He ran his fingers up her legs, pausing at her inner thighs to tease, his thumbs digging in to the soft skin.
“Every time I saw you tonight I wanted to drag you to bed.” He moved until his head was between her legs, his lips and tongue caressing her inner thighs. She reached down to run her fingers through his thick hair, her hands encouraging his lips to where she needed them the most.
“Richard, please.” She opened her legs wider. He smiled against her thigh as he heard her desperation.
“Please what?” He kissed a line up her thigh, stopping at the apex, his breath heated against her core.
“Kiss me.”
“Where?” She could hear the laugher in his voice. She was torn between hitting him and pushing his face closer.
“There.”
She ran a finger down her damp flesh. Richard captured it with his hand, pulling it away until she was a ball of frustration.