Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
He collapses on top of me, sweaty and breathing heavily. My heart pounds in my chest and I relax into the mattress, sated.
Best distraction ever.
CHAPTER FIVE
That Was Great Until it Wasn’t
Jake
EVERYTHING FEELS HEIGHTENED today. Emotions, sensations, the need to just be inside Hanna. Maybe because yesterday all we managed was a quickie in the bathroom before my house was filled with people and wedding preparations.
Whatever the reason, with all emotions come a certain level of clarity. Feelings that have been lurking at the periphery seem more real tonight.
Needless to say, my post-orgasm high is a welcome release.
Hanna, who’s currently half under me because all I’ve managed to do is roll to the side and trap her leg under mine, glances at the clock on the nightstand. “How long have we been gone?”
Shit. My high pops like a balloon. “I don’t know, but it’s definitely been a while. We should probably head back before someone notices we’re missing.” I can’t believe I’ve disappeared from my own daughter’s wedding reception to have sex. Although, to be fair, that wasn’t my plan when I followed Hanna into the house.
And yet, here I am. But I can’t find it in me to regret my actions. Not even a little. We both needed this. And Hanna needed a break from the dump truck of reality she’s had to contend with today.
Hanna slides out from under my leg and rolls gracefully off the bed, hopping to her feet. She nabs her lacy business from the floor and her dress from the chair and heads for the bathroom.
I tuck an arm behind my head. “You getting all shy on me now?”
She laughs. “Hardly. I need to clean up and get dressed. I’m a little messy.” She winks and disappears inside the bathroom, the door closing with a quiet click.
I get up and get dressed as well. I’m in the process of putting my tie back on when Hanna comes out of the bathroom, looking exactly like she did before I got her out of the dress—apart from the flushed cheeks, anyway.
“Here. Let me help you with that.” She steps in and takes over tying my tie. Not that she needs to. I’ve done it nearly every day for the past two decades. But it’s nice to have someone want to help if for no other reason than it’s an excuse for closeness. She tightens it and rests her hands on my chest. “Thank you.”
“No thanks necessary. We both needed that.” I adjust her necklace so it sits in the hollow of her throat.
“I should have jumped you this morning when I had the chance.” She smooths the lapels on my shirt, then drops her forehead against my chest. “This was probably really stupid, wasn’t it?”
I wrap my arms around her. “Why do you say that?”
“Why couldn’t you be shitty in bed? Or have an abnormally small penis?”
“Why would you want me to be either of those things?” I’m trying to get a read on where this is coming from and what her mood is, so I go for light. “Also, this means you think I’m phenomenal in bed, right?”
She laughs. “I love that not being shitty is automatically equated with being awesome in your man-brain.”
“You come every time.” That’s just me stating facts.
She gives me the same duh look Queenie does, usually when she’s referring to something that has to do with technology I don’t understand. I’m in that weird middle-ground generation who sort of gets technology, but also sort of doesn’t. I have a smart TV and half the time I have to look up how to use it. Or I give up and read the paper instead.
“You’re right, I do.” She pats my chest reassuringly. “You’re an excellent lover, Jake. It’s hard not to lose my head with you.”
“Well, we’re two peas in a pod then, aren’t we? Otherwise, we wouldn’t be locked in here right now.” I tip her chin up and drop a kiss on her perfectly tempting lips.
I mean for it to be chaste, but after a few seconds we tip our heads and allow it to deepen. I stop before I get too excited and leaving the bedroom will be a problem.
Hanna glances at the clock again. “We should head back to the reception before we’re missed.”
“Smart plan.” I’m halfway out the door when I remember I don’t have my suit jacket. I grab it and shrug into it.
“Oh! Your hair. Let me fix it.” Hanna stops me so she can run her fingers through it, and I settle a hand on her hip.
A shadow darkens the hallway. I drop my hand from Hanna’s waist and she stops fixing my hair, stepping back until she bumps against the wall.
We both glance at the suit-wearing figure taking up most of the hallway. I sigh with relief when I realize it’s not King. But that relief is short-lived.