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Goosebumps raised on his skin as beads of cold water streamed over him, doing nothing to calm him or the ache between his legs. Slamming his palm against the wet marbled wall, Matt grasped his hardness, remembering the feel of Hannah’s skin. The overwhelming pleasure of sinking into her.
His hand stroked his length and he grunted. The sound was drowned out by the jets of water pelting down on and around him. Images of her spread out underneath him in her Melbourne flat played out in his mind. The memory of her moan in his ear had him pumping his hand faster. A taste of those soft curves that he had licked and kissed flashed across his tongue and he moaned at the vivid memory. Eyes screwed shut, his release burst from him with a muted shout.
Panting, he dropped his head, watching the water flow down the drain. The orgasm only barely took the edge off his need. Matt stood there with water raining off him for ages until it was clear that nothing would calm him. Touching himself wouldn’t sate his hunger for Hannah.
Nothing would bring him peace until he had that test result in his hand.
CHAPTER EIGHT
HANNAH STRUGGLED TO fall asleep. It had nothing to do with the room or the bed, both of which where more luxurious than anything she had experienced before. Rather it was what had happened before Matt had left.
After he had walked out, Hannah had lowered herself into the arm chair beside the bed, breathing heavily and trembling with need. She’d been beyond aroused. Matt had lit her up like a Christmas tree and, just when she’d thought he might kiss her, give her anything to ease the want rushing through her, he’d left.
How had he been able to tear himself away like that? The answer was plain. He wasn’t nearly as affected. All his concern had been for the baby, not her. That was the only reason why she here in his home.
Even after she climbed into bed Hannah couldn’t get the sight of him so close out of her mind, nor his voice or the predatory look on his face.
‘Predatory’ was not a word she would ever have used to describe him before but he’d very much seemed as if he’d been only barely restrained.
She squeezed her thighs together to relieve some of the ache. It did nothing. She tossed and turned, eventually giving in to touching herself. Not that it helped. Now, as the sun went down, she lay on the bed, wondering if she’d made the right choice.
A sharp knock on the door startled her out of her thoughts.
‘Hannah, meet me on the terrace.’
‘Be right there,’ she called back.
* * *
Matt had only intended to be out for a short time while Hannah slept, but he was restless. He couldn’t be in his penthouse without confronting his attraction to Hannah every moment he saw her. So he’d stayed away until the lab called, giving him an excuse to drive through the city, steeling himself for whatever they would say.
He lowered himself onto the plush outdoor couch, waiting for Hannah to appear. Thankfully she didn’t make him wait long. He patted the seat next to him, placing an envelope on her lap when she sat.
It was their reckoning. ‘Have you looked at it yet?’
‘No.’ He picked up the innocuous-looking letter and pulled his glasses out of his pocket, slipping them on his nose before tearing the envelope open and unfurling the page. Quickly reading through the contents, he felt his breath die in his lungs.
Matt was unequivocally the baby’s father. He was going to have a child.
He was going to have a child.
A family. His eyes snapped to Hannah’s which didn’t show a hint of worry. She had known, hadn’t she?
‘Are you okay, Matt?’ she asked him.
He wasn’t sure. He’d expected to feel angry, cheated of his choice. This inexplicable feeling blooming in him was completely unexpected and far scarier. Had he wanted this? He couldn’t have. He’d never wanted marriage and a family.
But this family was different. This was with Hannah, now a permanent fixture in his life. The mother of his child.
His own mother’s face sprang to mind and he tried to shake the memory away. His mother had been far from perfect but she’d loved her children, as Hannah would.
That’s not what you want. You don’t want Hannah to be unfulfilled like she was.
He pushed the thought away.
‘If it weren’t for the children...’
The words he’d heard as a child came back to him. The words that had made him want to make life easier for his mother. Words that had made him behave like the perfect son and take care of his sister so that she would always come to him first. His father had expected perfection. He had given them every advantage to achieve it, but not much else—no affection.
