AllFreeNovel
Share Us
As her door swings open, Hannah reaches out and grabs me by the tie and yanks me into the room with little effort. We drove separately, but I was adamant that I wanted to see her the moment I got here.
I really am totally fucked, aren’t I?
“Hey—” I start to say something, but before I can get the words out Hannah’s lips are pressed against mine. The taste of Starburst candy is on her tongue and the smell of her hair fills my senses as she pushes me against the wall next to the door. I feel my heart beating faster as I laugh and tangle my hand in her hair, tilting her head back slightly.
“Calm down there, killer. What’s this about?” Not that I’mupset. Hell, I’d opt for this greeting every time I walk in the door, but it’s just not how she normally is.
The room suddenly goes quiet, and her gaze shifts to meet mine. Her eyes widen with indignation as she asks, “Are you complaining?” Her lips are tight and her posture tense, shoulders rising slightly in anticipation.
“Of course not.”
“Then shut up and kiss me, you idiot.”
I do as she says because honestly, it doesn’t take much convincing on my part.
My fingers tighten around the hair at the nape of Hannah’s neck as I pull her to me. She tilts her head back and lets out a slight gasp. In one swift motion, I lift her up and feel her legs latch around my waist like a vise. The warmth radiating from her core against my hardened length sends a shiver through me, and I press her against the opposite wall of the entryway.
Hannah’s chest heaves against mine with each breath, and I trail my lips down her throat. Her skin tastes of warm, sweet honey as I bite into the soft flesh at the curve of her neck. A pleasured moan escapes her lips as I pull her even closer, my hands roaming delicately along her curves.
Stepping away from the wall, I all but throw her onto the bed before pulling her dress over her head to find her completely naked underneath.
No panties, no bra.
“Wait, were you like this at dinner?” I laugh in shock.
“Of course not. However, I did get to the hotel twenty minutes before you and I was pretty set on jumping your bones the moment you walked in the door, so.”
“That was a pretty solid plan.”
“Thanks.”
She exhales as I gently guide her down onto the bed. My lips dance lightly over the column of her throat and I nip at her delicious skin before my mouth travels lower to rest on the swell of her chest. I pause, hovering just above her body, and let my hand trace a tantalizing path between her breasts and down to her hips, where it comes to a teasing stop hovering over her heat.
“God, you’re fucking perfect.”
A soft moan pulls from Hannah’s lips despite my barely touching her.
“I don’t think you realize how long I’ve watched you. Dreamed about sinking into this perfect pussy of yours again.” I ghost my fingertips over her glistening lips, but refrain from applying too much pressure yet.
“Liam,” she whispers as she lifts her hips, but I don’t change my pressure.
“Taste these perfect pink nipples,” I say with a grin as I lean down and flick my tongue against one of the tantalizing peaks. Hannah gasps at the sensation. “Even when we were at each other’s throats, I wanted nothing more than to fuck you so hard that you couldn’t help being ruined by the man you hated most.”
“Then do it.”
“Do what?” I ask as I barely circle her clit, my touch so featherlight I doubt it brings her any sensation.
“Fuck me like I hate you—fuck me like you hate me,” Hannah gasps, her words coming out as no more than a mumble. “Fuck me so hard that I’m irrefutably ruined for any other man, any other partner. Any other person who dares to touch me, knowing that you’re on my mind.”
Something in her words makes me snap; the simplethought of anyone besides me touching her drums up something feral and animalistic inside me.
“Gladly.”
My fingers tremble as I reach to loosen my belt buckle. My eyes never leave Hannah, who has settled back against the pillows on the bed, her face alive with anticipation and lust. With one swift movement, I pull my sweater and undershirt off and kick away my slacks. In a flurry of urgency, I yank off my boxer briefs and suddenly I am standing exposed in the room, illuminated by the soft light of a single lamp, with Hannah’s hungry stare focused solely on me.
“Come here,” I demand as I point to the edge of the bed.
Hannah quickly follows my instructions and sits on the edge, her glistening eyes staring up at me in anticipation.
