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Matt wanted to draw this out. Savour every moment until she was drawn taut and could think of nothing but her lust for him.
Hannah had other ideas.
He had a split-second to wrap his arms around her as she pushed up onto her tiptoes, fisting one hand in his thick hair, making him hiss. The sensation was somewhere between pleasure and pain. The other wrapped around his neck as she kissed him hard in a clash of teeth and tongue, biting his lower lip as she pulled away.
‘I’m pregnant, Matt, not fragile.’
That was all she needed to say to tear the animal in him loose.
Matt grabbed her lace panties, ripping straight through the flimsy material. He spun Hannah round and she pressed her hands against the wall, arching her back. In a breath his jeans were open and his erection free. The irony wasn’t lost on Matt that he had wanted to make Hannah come undone but instead she was the one who’d torn his control to shreds.
With no preamble at all, he thrust into her. An animalistic growl echoed through the passage. He barely heard Hannah’s breathy chuckle, that soon dissolved into incoherent moans with his hands on her hips, and the sound of skin on skin clapping through the still apartment.
His rhythm was punishing but, when he heard her whimper, ‘More, please,’ he reached around her, teasing the bundle of nerves until she came apart spectacularly, taking him right along with her.
Neither of them said anything. They couldn’t. Not through their harsh breaths.
Matt kissed her shoulder, amazed at how completely he could lose himself in Hannah. Pulling out of her, he realised that, while the fly of his jeans was open, he hadn’t even taken them off. Her panties were entirely unsalvageable and hanging uselessly around her hips.
He shook his head at himself. He hadn’t lost control like that in a long time—maybe ever. How could he still want her?
He scooped Hannah up in his arms, kissing her forehead.
‘What are you doing? I can walk.’
‘I know, but my way is better.’
‘And why’s that?’
He marched them into her room. ‘Because we’re only getting started.’ Matt smirked.
* * *
The sky was black, London lit up around him. Up here, the world was quiet, the apartment bathed in darkness. Matt gripped the rail of his terrace. His mind was busy.
The phone in the back pocket of his jeans buzzed incessantly until he answered.
‘Shrimp.’
‘Hey, Bear, how did it go last night?’
‘Good,’ he replied, looking up at the sky. ‘Today not so much.’
‘What happened?’
Matt didn’t hesitate a moment before telling his sister about the trip to the townhouse, and she listened without interruption.
‘Why did you get so angry?’ Sarah asked, her voice soft.
‘I don’t want to look back. Living through it was enough,’ Matt said, pinching the bridge of his nose. ‘I hate it when she’s silent. There’s so much fire in her; I don’t want to be the one to extinguish it.’
‘What do you want?’
‘I want the best for her and my son. I want her to have everything she deserves, but I don’t want to talk about our family. It’s the past. What does it matter?’
He certainly didn’t want to dwell on those pictures that were now locked away in the boot of his car. ‘I want her. I think we could have a good life.’ One with chemistry and fun. What better person was there to have a family with than a friend? Even though he knew Hannah was so much more than a friend, what she was exactly, he wasn’t sure.
‘What kind of life is that, Bear? One where you don’t rely on anyone? Curiosity isn’t a crime, especially if she’s going to have your child.’
