“What fun is that?”
“Well, my mom is bunking with me tonight, so unless you want to contend with a cougar of your own—”
“I change my vote,” I say.
“You can’t change your mind after the fact.”
I prowl back to the couch, pluck her up, and drop her in my lap. “Says who?”
She wraps her arms around my neck and leans in.
“Hannah …” I moan her name, and her eyes come to mine. Her big brown eyes.
She opens her mouth to say something in response, but she doesn’t get the chance because I bring my hand to her chin and rub my thumb over her bottom lip before I bend my head and brush my mouth against hers. Her eyes widen, but she returns the kiss. I pull back and drop my hand to caress her cheek.
“You’re so beautiful.”
I don’t get to finish the thought before she tightens her grip and pulls me back to her mouth.
All coherent thought flies from my mind as she opens her mouth, and her tongue darts tentatively against my lips. I part for her and then take over as I wrap my arms around her back and bring her body closer to mine.
She slides a leg over my hips and seats herself astride me without breaking the kiss. It’s been so long since my body reacted so strongly to a woman. My hands take over and slide down her back until they clasp her bottom. I move her against me as she laces her fingers into my hair.
All the tension of the last couple of days melts away, and all that matters at this moment is the feel of the woman in my arms as our tongues wrestle and we fight to get as close as possible.
I break from the kiss and drop my forehead to hers. The intoxicating smell of her sweet perfume surrounds us as her heart beats rapidly against my chest. I bring my hand up and move it across the pulse throbbing just below her ear, and then I bring my lips to the spot and lay a soft peck. She closes her eyes, and her head falls back to give me better access to her neck. I slide my tongue down to her collarbone, tasting the sweet saltiness of her glistening skin. She moans as I suck at the hollow spot just where her throat meets the top of her chest, and her breathing grows ragged.
She releases my hair and runs her hands across my shoulders and around to my sides. Gripping the hem of my thermal, she pulls it up, and her hands roam my chest. Her fingers tug gently at the hair she finds before her nails score lightly down my abs. My mouth stays at the base of her throat, lavishing attention just above her breast. My cock grows painfully hard between us, and it takes all the self-control I possess not to raise my hips and nestle into her heat.
She gasps when she realizes and bears down heavy against me.
I groan.
She wiggles her hips a little, and I dig my fingers into her ass as I try to keep myself from rocketing off the couch, throwing her over my shoulder, climbing up to the loft, and tossing her on my bed like a caveman.
She buries her face into my neck and whispers, “Bran …”
“Yes, baby?”
“I’m ready to go to bed now.”
I immediately stand, hoist her up, and carry her with me.
Hannah
As soon as we make it up to the top step, Bran drops me to my feet, and his large hands settle on my hips and tug at the hem of my dress. I lift my arms, and he pulls it over my head and tosses it onto the loft floor.
His mouth finds mine immediately, and he hungrily kisses me as he walks me back to the foot of the king-size bed that covers most of the space up here.
His hands slide down and around to cup my behind and lift me. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he slowly lowers us and comes over the top of me. My head falls back against the soft comforter, and I arch my back as his mouth finds my breast. I reach and thread my fingers through his silky, dark hair and hold him against me. He presses his body into mine, and the evidence of his need pulses against my thigh as an all-consuming heat crawls up my spine.
My body starts trembling with desire, and I hook a leg behind his back, trying desperately to get closer.
He rears up for a split second, grabs the back of his collar, and flings his shirt over his head and across the room. When he returns his attention to my breast, I slide my hands down his bare back, the tips of my fingers digging into his muscles.
He lets out a guttural groan as his tongue runs circles around my taut nipple before he sucks it between his teeth and bites down gently.
The need that pulses through me catches me off guard. How can I burn this intensely for someone I just met a couple of weeks ago? Never have I responded this way to a lover’s attention. I want to touch and kiss every inch of his body.