“I think I might love you, Hannah Silvestri,” he said softly.
“I think I might love you, too, Daniel Dutton.”
“Can you see a future with a cop?”
“I can see any future that has you in it.”
“What about you?” he asked, his eyes circling my face. “Besides me, what’s in your future?”
“I’m glad you asked,” I said, rolling over to rest my chin on his chest. “Now that I’ve sold off or shut down all of Ritchie’s businesses, I’ve been thinking about a new venture. A combination Italian restaurant and Irish pub. I’d call it Hannah O’Shea’s.”
He smiled and brushed the hair from my eyes.
“Somehow, that makes perfect sense.”
Bonus: Hot Deleted Scene
As the sunlight peeked through the blinds, I stretched like a lazy cat in need of a petting. My tits pressed against the Egyptian cotton sheets when I lifted my arms over my head. My nipples were hard and taut, and my pussy still ached, wanting more, even though Danny and I had gone five rounds the night before. Was there such a thing as too much sex? Not in my world there wasn’t.
A hard, muscled body moved on top of mine, and Danny gripped my hands, holding them in pace. A smile curved my lips as his dark, dangerous gaze locked on me. He separated my thighs with his knee, spreading my legs wide, and cradled his body tight against mine, his stiff cock against my cunt, so warm and damp and eager for some morning delight.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Danny’s breath washed against my face as he bent his head to nibble on my ear.
“It is a good morning, but you could make it so much better.”
That look in his eye sharpened, and then a devilish gleam appeared. “I never turn down a dare, Hannah. You should know that.”
“I do know that,” I murmured. “Show me what you’ve got. Fuck me into tomorrow.”
“Not yet. A little fun first.”
His eyes still on mine, he slid down the mattress until his hot mouth hovered just above my pussy. He tortured me by pressing open-mouthed kisses across my pelvis, my inner thighs, and my mound, creating small tremors in his wake. He finally licked my slit, and my hips lifted instinctively toward his tongue as my entire body trembled in anticipation. When his lips locked on my clit and he began to suck in slow, rhythmic draws, I closed my eyes in bliss. The man knew how to mak
e a good morning better.
I raked my fingers though Danny’s dark silky hair, pulling his head tighter against me. I listened to his contented murmurs and the sucking sounds of moist flesh as he lapped and nibbled and kissed. My desire spiraled higher, and when Danny shoved two fingers into my hot needy cunt, my pussy clamped down against them and spasmed.
The orgasm flashed through my body like a lightning strike. My back arched as I came, my heart hammering against my ribs. I cried out as streams of intense, grinding pleasure surged from my clit through my pelvis. All of my limbs turned to liquid, and I sprawled helplessly beneath my undercover lover as he chuckled.
When I opened my eyes a few moments later, Danny was staring at me.
“Come here, stud,” I said softly.
He slid back up the mattress and nestled between my thighs, spreading precum on my skin to mingle with my own cum.
He smiled, and without a word, he shoved his cock deep into my cunt, so hard, so fast that my breath stuttered. His granite length penetrated deeply, sliding against my G-spot and hitting my cervix, and my cunt, still fluttering in the aftermath of my first orgasm of the morning, clutched his dick tightly.
“Am I on the right track?” he asked.
“Baby, you’re always on the right track. But move the train a little faster. I want to be fucked.”
“So bossy.”
He pulled out a few inches and then playfully nudged back in, his smile telling me I was in for quite a few orgasms before we got out of bed, but they would happen at his pace. For long, teasing moments, he rocked his cock in and out of my body, and as lovely as it was, I can be a greedy little bitch.
“Harder,” I said. “Faster.”
He pressed his mouth to mine, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips until I could do nothing but open for him. His tongue searched my mouth, his breath hot against my face, his arms tightening around my back. He was the world’s best kisser.