Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Except, when I opened my eyes again, I met her lovely irises. Her gaze was wide, curious, but not angry. Cautious. Questioning.
“Hi,” she murmured.
“Hi,” I croaked in return.
“Not a situation I expected to wake up to this morning,” she quipped.
“Me either.”
She bit her lip, trying not to smile. “I think maybe you have more than one situation happening right now.”
“Ah, yeah, sorry. Can’t help it.”
She nodded, not moving, not pulling away the way I expected her to.
“How’s the head?” I asked.
“Surprisingly good. I only had a few shots, but tequila gets me every time.”
“I hear you. I avoid it.”
“I think I will from now on.” She frowned. “You rescued me in the bar. From Dan.” Her eyes widened. “Oh my God, I threw myself at you and kissed you.”
I chuckled. “It, ah, wasn’t a hardship, Hannah. I kissed you back.”
“Why?”
I decided to be honest. Here in her room, surrounded by the quiet of the morning, I knew I had to be.
“Because I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while.”
“Oh.”
“And I hated seeing him touch you.”
She blinked. “You’re touching me right now.”
“Do you want me to go?”
“No.” She paused, nibbling at her bottom lip. She only did that when she was really nervous. “You came in here to comfort me. I had a nightmare.”
“Yes.”
“Was it the first time?”
Again, I was honest. “No. You’ve had several.”
“And you come to me every time?”
“Yes. You calm down when I talk to you.” I swallowed. “When I stroke your head. I stay until you’re asleep again.”
“I thought I dreamed that part as well.”
“You mentioned that last night. But it was real. I’m sorry I invaded your privacy—”
She stopped me with a frown. “I’m sorry I disturbed your sleep. You should have told me and bought some earplugs.”
“I would rather lose sleep every night and comfort you than put in earplugs and not hear you. And I could never ignore your pain, Cinnamon. It would bother me too much.”
“Chase,” she whispered.
“Hannah.”
“I like you.”
“Yeah?”
“More than I should.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Because I don’t think you like me the same way.”
“I don’t.”
Her face fell, and I cupped her cheek, leaning close. “I like you more.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh.”
I flexed my hips, letting her feel me. “I like you so fucking much.”
“Oh,” she breathed out.
“We have to talk.”
She gripped my waist, holding me close. “Yes, we do.”
“But all I want to do is kiss you again.”
“Wait.”
She rolled over, out of my arms, grabbing something on her nightstand. I chuckled as she pressed a TicTac to my lips, popping two into her own mouth and chewing furiously. A little morning breath wasn’t going to stop me from kissing her, but I appreciated her worry.
She snuggled against me, gripping my T-shirt. “Ready.”
“Eager, are we?”
“Chase, I don’t remember much from last night, but I remember your mouth. I want it again.”
That was all I needed. I brushed her hair back from her face, cupping her cheek, I stroked the soft skin, smiling at the feel of it under my fingers. Her breathing picked up as I lowered my head, barely touching her lips. “This changes everything,” I whispered.
“I know,” she responded, pursing her mouth and following my movement as I eased back a little.
“Slow, Cinnamon. I’ve been wanting this so much, I want to enjoy it. Savor you.”
She growled. A real, actual growl and she fisted my shirt. “Savor it later, Chase.”
And she crashed her mouth to mine.
I decided TicTacs were a gift from God. Her mouth was minty, and whatever reservations she had fled as soon as our lips touched. I kissed her hard, fisting her hair in my hands, needing her as close as possible. The only thing between us was the thin cotton of her shirt. I explored every inch of her mouth, letting her do the same to mine. I groaned as she nipped my top lip, then licked it to ease the sting. She pushed at the material of my shirt, her hands finding my skin, gliding up and down over my back and making me shudder. My cock leaked for her, and I gasped as she moved her hand from my back to cup me through my sweats. “Is this all for me?”
“Every inch.”
At the same time, she plunged her hand under my waistband, I dipped my fingers under the edge of her lacy underwear. The slickness of her made me groan. Her hand wrapped around my dick made me harder.
“We have to talk,” I said, trying desperately not to thrust into her hand as she stroked me. “You have to listen—”
She cut me off. “We will. But I want this, Chase. I need it. Please.”
I covered her mouth again and gave her what she asked for. I teased her clit with my thumb, stroking it and giving the hard button the attention it was demanding. I slid two fingers inside her, pumping them in a steady rhythm, keeping the pressure on the nub that made her pant and open her legs wider. She stroked me steadily, the feel of her palm soft and firm all at the same time. She ran her thumb over the crown, gathering the wetness and using it to glide her fingers over me. I grunted in pleasure. She moaned in satisfaction. I went faster, racing toward my release. Desperate for hers. She stiffened and cried out, and I buried my face into her neck, coming hard with her.