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“If this is your idea of dirty talk,” she whispered, “I can give you some pointers on how to do it better.”
"I'm sure." I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, and she gasped, stiffening again. I trailed my tongue against her skin, confused as to why she was this responsive to my touch tonight.
Maybe she’s drunk.
“Hannah?” I asked.
She didn’t answer. She simply murmured when I bit her neck.
“Hannah?” I sighed and leaned back. “How much did you drink tonight?”
"A couple of shots."
Why the hell is she still whispering?
"Do you want to finish this in the morning?" I asked. "I think you've had way more than a couple of shots."
“Not at all.” She straddled me in the dark, fumbling for my belt buckle. Then she whispered, “I want to finish it now.”
"Whatever you say, sweetheart." I pulled her face close to mine again and kissed her lips a few more times. For some reason, her mouth felt like perfection against mine, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
I slid a hand between her thighs and pushed her panties to the side. Pressing my palm against her pussy, I slowly slid a finger inside of her—pulling it out when I felt how tight she was. "You're soaking wet..."
She moaned as I bit down hard on her bottom lip and gently tugged it with my teeth. My cock hardened beneath her hips as she writhed her body against me.
Still kissing her, I grabbed her hand and placed it on my zipper, silently commanding her to pull out my cock. Instead, she slowly slipped her hand into my briefs, stopping right when she felt how hard I was.
“Is something wrong?” I pulled away from her mouth.
"No, I ..." Her voice trailed off, and her body was trembling. "I um ..."
“Okay, look. We don’t have to do this tonight. I would hope that you know I’m not the type that—” I stopped mid-sentence when I rubbed my hands against her arms and felt several, smooth raised lines on her skin. I rubbed them again to make sure I wasn’t imagining this, but before I could completely form a coherent thought, her hair fell on my chest, and I lost my shit.
This woman was definitely not Hannah. From what I remembered, Hannah didn’t have any scars on her arms and she damn sure didn’t have long hair.
Confused as hell, I pushed the mystery woman off me and got the hell out of bed. I stumbled toward the nightstand and hit the lights so I could see who the hell she was.
The second the lights came on, my jaw fell to the floor.
“Hayley?” I blinked a few times, refusing to believe this. “Hayley, what the hell are you doing here?”
She didn’t answer.
"Hayley," I said, my tone a bit harsher. "Why are you here?"
"I just wanted to finally have sex tonight ..." She sat up slowly, slurring her words. "I wanted my first time to be with someone I knew."
“Your first time?”
She nodded, covering her breasts with her hands.
Holy shit."Okay, babe. This is what's about to happen. You're going to put your goddamn clothes on, I'm going to take you home, and the two of us are going to act like this shit never happened. Got it?"
“I’ll call a cab.” She fell off the bed, hitting her head against the wall. But she got right back up and grabbed her dress, slowly pulling it over her body. “I don’t need a ride from you.”
"Like I would allow you to get a cab at this time of night.” I zipped up my pants and sighed. “For the record, Hayley, I would never sleep with you.”
“Because of Jonathan?”
