Her head spun as he pushed her higher and higher toward release. When he reached up to squeeze her breast while she rode his tongue, she skyrocketed over the edge.
Wave after wave of pleasure took her, and she cried out, gripping his hair tight as he eased her through the orgasm.
It was only when she was limp and dizzy did she hear the zipper on her boots going down. He pulled her panties back in place and dropped an open-mouth kiss on the fabric.
“Sorry I rushed to that,” he murmured, removing her one boot and then the other. “I’ve just been dreaming about doing that for years.”
She gave a weak laugh of disbelief. “You’re not seriously apologizing for that mind-blowing orgasm, are you?”
“Nah. That was just the first one and now that it’s out of the way, I intend to take my time tonight.” He moved up from between her legs and onto the bed beside her. “That is if that’s all right with you.”
“Yes.” Her heart thundered in her chest with anticipation. “I think I can handle that.”
She slid her hand up the stubble on his cheek, loving how rough it was against her palm, and then eased her fingers higher into the soft strands of his light hair.
Lord, he was so sexy. Especially with that look in his eyes—the possessive one that said she was the only woman on the planet he wanted.
You’re mine now.
Replaying the words in her head sent another wave of tingles through her and made her heart do a funny little flutter.
She didn’t even want to try and analyze what that meant, so instead she drew in a deep breath before guiding his mouth back to hers.
*
When Hannah pulledhim in for another kiss, Eric groaned with a need that had been building inside him.
Going down on Hannah had only been about three hundred times hotter than he could’ve ever imagined.
Now that he’d had his tongue inside her, his dick wanted a turn. It stiffened to an almost painful degree and he ground his hips against hers, letting her feel what she did to him.
With a guttural moan, she sucked his tongue into her mouth. The realization she didn’t mind tasting herself on his lips sent another wave of desire through him.
This bold and confident Hannah was also way hotter than he could’ve ever imagined. She was a lover who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it or ask for it.
“Hannah.” The air hissed from between his lips as she slipped a hand between them to grab his erection through his slacks.
She paused, her gaze lifting to his. “Is this okay? If I touch you?”
Was that a joke? He gritted his teeth and ground himself against her delicate grip. “More than okay.”
Her breathing shifted and she gave a small moan. “I don’t know if I can wait much longer.”
“I’ll make it worth the wait.” He claimed her mouth again, driving his tongue deep while sliding the sweater dress up and over her hips.
With each inch of skin he bared, he traced his fingers over it, discovering the shape and texture of each curve.
The softness of her skin was as heady as the subtle smell of her perfume. He brushed his thumb up each rib before arriving at a lacy bra.
With his willpower barely in check, he murmured, “I’m going to need you out of these clothes, sweetie.”
“Okay. So long as you take yours off too.” She helped him ease the dress up and over her head. “Because I don’t think I could handle it if you changed your mind again.”
“Not a chance.”
Any guilt he’d had about wanting Hannah had disappeared when he’d found James and Tori hot and heavy into a make-out session.
Screw the Bro Code.