Falk reaches over and touches my temple with the tips of his fingers, slowly pushing my hair away from my forehead. He strokes down my cheek and across my jaw. It feels electric as my skin tingles and my heart pounds in my chest.
“I’ve wanted you since the day I laid eyes on you.”
I stop breathing and lean into his touch, my body reacting to him as if it were on autopilot. The feeling of his fingers on my skin ripples through the rest of my flesh.
“I wasn’t the only one around then.”
“No, you weren’t. That has nothing to do with it. I want you.”
My heart pounds and my pussy throbs at his words. I’m breathing rapidly, and I see that his chest is rising and falling quickly as well. His eyes are cast in shadow, but his dark look is still visible.
Leaning forward, I press my lips to his. He slides his hand off my face, over my shoulder, and down my arm as I reach up and wrap my hand around the back of his head. I twist strands of his hair between my fingers as I pull him closer to me, turning my head and opening my mouth to him.
I feel his hand on my waist, but it’s not what I want. I reach down, cover his hand with mine, and move it up, so he’s cupping my breast with his palm. He grips the soft flesh through the material of my nightshirt and runs his thumb over my nipple as his tongue slides against mine.
His lips are so warm and gentle, his tongue soft in my mouth. He runs his hand up my back, cradling my head as he turns his, kissing me deeper. It’s not enough. I want more.
I don’t know what I’m feeling—anger or lust. I just know that I want him.
I reach down, my hand running from his hip to his thigh, then around to the front. I trace my fingers over him, feeling the heat of his hard shaft pressing against my palm as he groans into my mouth. Sliding my hand under the band of his shorts, I wrap my fingers around his shaft. It feels hot as it flexes in my grip.
“God, Hannah…stop. Please, stop.” Falk pulls back, and I look to his tense face as he squeezes his eyes shut. “I can’t…not now.”
“Why? What’s wrong?” Slowly, I remove my fingers from his cock and out of his shorts. I don’t know what to do with my hand now, so I just bring it up to my chest.
“I’m so worked up right now…” He moves his hand away from my breast, sliding it down to my stomach where he makes a fist. “I’m still pissed off. I can’t right now. If I did…well, I don’t think I could control myself.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Yes,” he says, “I do.”
He closes his eyes again, his expression pained.
“I might not hold back. I could be too rough. I can’t do that to you, Hannah. I can’t take that kind of risk, not with you. If I did something…triggered some memory…”
“It wouldn’t be like that,” I insist. “I know the difference between what happened to me and…and this.”
“I realize.” He runs his hand over his face. “I still can’t take that chance.”
“I want you to.” My voice sounds small and unsure. It’s not like I’ve never been turned down before, but this feels different.
“You have no idea how glad I am to hear you say that,” Falk says, “but no. Not now. Not yet. I need time. I need to figure out how to make it perfect.”
He places his palm against my cheek.
“You give me a sign tomorrow night,” he says. “Any sign at all. Assuming I haven’t drawn a weapon within the hour, I will have you up here so fast, your feet may not touch the stairs.”
I smile, the tension broken.
“Are you okay with that?” He strokes my cheek again.
“Yes,” I say with a nod.
“You sure?”
“Yes, your terms are acceptable,” I say, smiling at him. “Really, it’s fine. I think I’m more snuggle-horny anyway.”
“You’re what?”