Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
But I was honest when I told Hannah that she calms me. She clears the demons away, and brings lightness to my heavy heart that I haven’t felt in a very long time.
Maybe never.
Sadie yawns and turns over on the floor, exposing her belly. I’m tired myself, my eyes heavy from hours of computer work. I close the computer, intending to just take a small break.
***
“Hey.”
Someone is running their hands through my hair, scratching their nails against my scalp.
It feels fucking amazing.
I open one eye to find Hannah standing next to me, smile down at me. I’m surprised I didn’t hear her approach. I’m a light sleeper, hearing every noise around me.
“Hi.” I drag my hand down my face and frown at the time. “I must have fallen asleep.”
“Looks like it.”
I reach out, wrap my arm around her waist, and pull her into my lap, nuzzling her neck. “You smell so fucking good.” She’s citrus and a touch of something else that I can’t put my finger on.
She’s Hannah, and she’s still touching me with those magical fingers, running them through my hair, over my face.
“I thought I dreamed you,” she says and kisses my cheek. “But I’m so glad I didn’t.”
“You didn’t. I brought dinner.”
“I can smell it. That’s what woke me.”
“Are you hungry?”
“Starving.”
I smile against her neck and then let her squirm out of my grasp. She holds her hand out to help me out of the chair, which I accept.
“I guess I should feed you if you’re starving.”
“Yes, you should.”
Her eyes are still heavy and there are dark circles under them. She’s not going to be awake for long.
“Does lasagna sound good?”
“Everything sounds good,” she replies and sits in a chair at the table while I dish us both up a good-sized helping. “I would even settle for a leftover bagel at this point. Which were delicious, by the way. Is this from Ciao?”
“Yep.”
“Mmm.” She sniffs it when I put it in front of her, and then digs in. “I’ve never had this before. Oh my God, so good.”
I nod in agreement, and we’re both quiet as we make our way through our meal. When she’s finished, I carry both of our plates to the sink, and when I turn around, I can’t help but laugh.
Hannah is sitting with her chin propped in her hand, eyes closed.
“Are you sleeping?”
“No.”
“You look like you’re sleeping.”
“Not yet. I just can’t keep my eyes open. I hope I don’t have narcolepsy.”
“Narcawhaty?”
“Narcolepsy.” She smiles. “It’s that condition where you fall asleep all the time.”
“I don’t think you have that.”
She still doesn’t open her eyes. “You don’t know. You’re not a doctor.”
“You’re exhausted because you delivered a baby.”
“Two. Two babies. And I can’t tell you their names because of the law.”
“I am the law, sweetheart.”
“You know what I mean.” She yawns, still not opening her eyes, and I can’t stand it anymore. I scoop her up in my arms, and her fingers immediately dive into the hair at the back of my head, making my dick stand at attention.
It seems this woman has found my Achilles heel. And it’s nowhere near my feet.
When I reach her bed and set her down, she leans in to press her lips to my ear.
“Stay,” she whispers.
“Baby, you’re exhausted. You need to sleep.”
“I will sleep. After.”
She smiles up at me and lets her robe fall away, revealing her gorgeous naked body, and it takes everything in me not to pin her down and fuck her into the mattress.
Not that I won’t do that, and soon.
But not right now.
Not tonight.
“Hannah—”
“Please stay,” she says again and scoots over, making room for me on the bed. “If you’re not in the mood for sex, that’s okay. Just stay for a while.”
“I’m always in the mood for you,” I reply and hastily remove my clothes. “I can’t stop thinking about you, daydreaming about you.”
I slip into the bed next to her and pull her against me, tipping my forehead against hers. Her hand glides up my arm, over my shoulder, and into the hair at the back of my head, and I go cross-eyed.
“Your hair is so soft here,” she whispers.
“I’m glad you like it.”
“Why do you have goosebumps?”
“Because you’re running your fingers through my hair.” I smile and kiss her lips softly. “Seems that’s a thing for me.”
“Interesting.” She kisses my chin. “I want to find some of your other things.”
“You’re welcome to go on a scouting mission anytime.”
I feel her smile against my neck, and suddenly she rolls on top of me, straddling me and rubbing her bare pussy against the length of my cock.
“Yes, that’s one of the things,” I say, sarcasm dripping from the words, and she laughs, then bites my nipple, not at all gently. “You have a sudden burst of energy.”
“Imagine that,” she replies. She has one hand planted on the bed next to my head and the other is flat against my stomach, headed south. She scoots down as well, kissing my hot skin where her hand has been, and settles between my legs, my cock gripped firmly in her hands, her tongue making circles along the ridge around the head.