‘Depends if you hog the entire bed again,’ I reply, my gaze dragging down her naked front. I smile at her hard nipples, and she tuts, taking her palms to cover them. What’s she doing? I smack down her hands and turn her away from me, reaching under her armpits and cupping her boobs. ‘Walk,’ I say into her shoulder, nudging her onward.
‘My dress.’
‘We don’t need your dress.’ We only need skin.
Hannah’s arms reach back and hold my waist as we make our way through the overgrowth back to the cabin. It’s pitch black now, but the lack of light doesn’t hamper me. I know these woods too well.
I only release Hannah once we’re inside. I throw a few logs into the fireplace, light them, and pull a blanket off the couch. ‘Cosy enough?’ I ask when I’ve finished wrapping her up in it.
With a demure smile, she opens the blanket and steps into me, wrapping me up with her. ‘Yes.’ Her cheek hits my chest and she sighs.
‘So we’re just going to stand here all night?’
She nods, and I laugh, detaching her arms from around my back. ‘Go sit by the fire and warm up.’ I turn her by her shoulders and send her on her way, and she traipses to the fire and lowers to the rug before it.
I head across to the kitchen and pull the fridge open, grabbing two beers and cracking the caps off, swigging mine as I head back to Hannah. Lowering to the rug, I pass Hannah hers and knock her bottle with mine. I get comfortable, leaning back against the sofa and lifting my arm. She crawls into me with a satisfactory easiness, snuggling close. But not close enough. So I haul her in, squeezing her to my side.
‘I could get used to this,’ she says quietly, taking some beer and resting the bottle on my exposed thigh.
‘I’d love it if you did,’ I answer, prompting her to look up at me a little surprised.
‘You mean that?’ she asks.
‘I don’t say things I don’t mean,’ I tell her. ‘I hope you don’t, either.’
She’s quickly buried back into my side, avoiding my eyes, and that’s the worst thing she could have done. Hide. Something tells me she’s good at hiding. I stare down at the back of her head, my mind whirling. Gently does it, Ryan. I lift my beer to my lips, sipping some back and swallowing as I return my eyes to the crackling flames in the fire.
‘That’s not very reassuring,’ I muse quietly, immediately feeling her body harden against me. And neither is that. I see her in my peripheral vision take a sip of her own beer. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s occupying her mouth so she doesn’t have to speak. Or filling it to stop from saying something she might regret. I’m a big boy. Whatever it is, I can take it.
My inhale is deep, meant to be heard, a clue that I’m about to speak. I set my bottle down by my thigh and reach for Hannah’s, having to tug it from her grasp when she puts up some resistance. I place it next to mine and move in on her, pulling the blanket away, exposing her nakedness to me, but I disregard the endless expanse of creamy, inviting flesh and arrange her body as I hover over her. I lay her down, place her arms by her sides one after the other, and push her thighs apart before lifting myself onto her, gritting my teeth when my dick settles on her lower stomach. I take a much-needed moment to fight the compulsion to have her again. Then I lift my head and look at her. Lust is what greets me. Pure, penetrating lust. Fuck.
I’m helpless when Hannah lunges upward, attacking me with hungry lips, and for a brief moment of weakness I succumb to her demand.
No.
I wrench myself away, my breathing shot, and close my eyes as I work hard to talk some sense and resistance into myself. ‘No,’ I say calmly, and she moves, rubbing into me, taking that calm back to unbalanced. God damn her. Opening my eyes, I nail a warning stare on her. It doesn’t have the desired effect. She lunges for me again, but this time I move back, escaping her, and she drops to her back on an exasperated gasp. She’s exasperated?
I tilt my head.
Hannah narrows her eyes.
I quirk an eyebrow.
Hannah’s lip curls.
And we stare. I won’t break. Something tells me she won’t, either. I’d best get comfortable. So I snuggle on down, taking her wrists and pinning them to either side of her head. She growls. It’s fucking bliss. Her head jerks up again, trying to catch my lips, but she’s not fast enough. I keep my face straight as she settles again, eventually closing her eyes and relaxing. I reward her with a gentle peck on her neck. ‘Hannah,’ I whisper across her skin, feeling her pulse quicken under my lips.