Fall to You (Here and Now 2)

Before he responds, his hands settle at my hips and tighten. He sweeps up my sides and back down. When he speaks, his words come out with something resembling a growl. “I’ve wanted to kiss you all night long. I’ve hardly thought about anything else since we started dancing. But I’m not just thinking about kissing you, Hanna. If I thought we would stop with kissing, I would have done it hours ago.”

I’m so distracted by the heat of his hands through my dress. I don’t understand. “Then why not?”

“Because I want to do more than kiss you. I want to touch you. Explore you.” He dips his head, and his hot breath glides against my neck, his lips so close but not touching. “But I promised Asher I wouldn’t.”

“Asher? He thinks Max and I are still together. He—”

“He would have given me the same warning if he’d known the truth. You’re heartbroken and on the rebound.”

“I—” Can’t deny that.

“I shouldn’t do any of things I want to do to you.” His voice drops lower, and he skims his thumb over my bottom lip. “I shouldn’t taste these lips.” He follows the words by brushing his mouth over mine.

A shiver of pleasure rushes through me as he repeats the motion. My lips part under his, and he draws my bottom lip between his teeth and sucks gently. Then his mouth is slanting over mine and our tongues meet in a hungry, desperate kiss. For a moment, my brain holds Nate’s kiss up against Max’s, the hungry to the gentle, the rough to the soft. But then that slips away and I’m not thinking at all, just kissing him back and clawing at his shirt, wanting him closer and closer. I wasn’t wrong. This man wants me. And I want him so badly that the want is a live, pulsing thing, consuming me until I am nothing but desire.

When he breaks the kiss, his eyes skim over my face as if memorizing it. “I shouldn’t put my hand under that skirt.” And as he says the words, his hand connects with the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh.

I shift, instinctively parting my thighs for his touch. A moan slips from my lips, and I lean my forehead against his chest and close my eyes. “Why not?”

“Because you’re sweet, Hanna.” His hand moves slowly, torturously on my thigh. “Too sweet for me to touch right here.” He finds my panties with his fingertips and, with whisper-soft pressure, sweeps over my center. His breath is hot and heavy against my ear. “Too sweet for me to finger fuck just because I want to feel how wet you are. Too sweet for me to make you cry in pleasure where anyone could hear. To make you come just because I want to feel you fall apart in my arms.”

There’s a tug on my panties. Then the lace is magically gone and his hand is against me, the heat of his palm then his fingers finding my clit. We both gasp at the touch. I am so swollen, slick, and I want nothing more than for him to do the very things he just described.

It’s crazy. I shouldn’t. Not here. Maybe not at all. But my body has all but shut off the function of my brain, and the only thing that seems to matter is getting his fingers inside me.

He toys with my clit, rubbing it between two fingers, and I curl my fingers into his arms. His triceps flex under my touch, and for a blip, my brain slingshots back to Max, his thick arms, his muscled body. Max touching me, Max kissing me.

Max breaking my heart.

“Please,” I say, rocking my hips toward him. “I need this.” I need to turn off my mind. To forget.

Nate draws back and studies me. I see the tension in his jaw and shoulders. He’s holding back.

“Please, Nate.”

AT THE sound of my name on her lips, what little control I have left snaps. I have to feel her. I step closer, one leg outside hers, my body angled to protect her from the curious eyes of anyone coming around the corner. I run my fingers over her wet sex one more time before I slide a single finger inside her.

“Jesus,” I hiss against her ear. “You’re so damn tight.”

My cock aches against my fly at the feel of my finger sheathed in her. She’s hot and wet, and she feels so good I’m nearly blind to anything but how soon I can be inside her. I want to hail the nearest cab and take her back to my hotel, let her crawl onto my lap and grind against me on the ride. Fuck, I want to unbutton my jeans and take her against this building, squeeze that amazing ass, and drive fast and hard inside her. Make her cry out as I make her come with my cock instead of my hand.

I take a deep breath, searching for sanity. Her scent nearly undoes any attempt to calm myself down. Her lips part and her lids go heavy. Pleasure washes over her face in waves. I move slowly, sliding my finger out as I circle her clit with my thumb, then back in, curling it just enough so she shudders in my arms.

“I love how wet you are,” I growl against her ear. Words turn her on, and I’m not about to fail to take advantage of that. “I love how your pussy squeezes my finger, how you respond to my touch.” I draw out again, and this time, I add a second finger.

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nbsp; At the added pressure, she opens her mouth against my neck and bites down softly. She works at my neck as I fuck her with my fingers, her mouth licking and nipping and sucking in ways that are giving my dick all kinds of ideas.

It’s with the thought of that mouth on my cock that I use my thumb to apply pressure to her clit and move my fingers inside her. “Every second you danced in my arms, I was another second closer to losing this battle with myself.”

“Please,” she whimpers.

“You’re too sweet for a mess like me, but every second I stand here smelling your perfume, touching your perfect body, my control slips another notch. Nothing will stop me from fucking you until you’re coming and crying my name.”

She buries her face in my neck and shudders again, rocks her hips into my hand as her body pulses around me. Then, just as she goes limp in my arms, the sky opens and rain pours down on us.

Hanna looks up into the downpour in wonder, and I slowly remove my hand from between her legs and smooth her skirt down to cover her.