Five years.
Her voice is all gravel, hot against my mouth when she says, “We just made things so much worse.”
Yeah, we did.
Neither of us slow down. Hannah leans in deeper, harder. I pull her closer, hand creeping up her inner thigh. She moans as our tongues tangle, bodies pressing in across the console.
A horn blasts behind us and I peel myself away, panting like I’ve just run a marathon.
“No stops,” she breathes, legs clenched as she rights herself in her seat. “Just drive.”
We stumble inside the cabin,a hurricane of lips and teeth. Hannah presses me against the open door. Her shoes clatter across the floor, my jacket is ripped away a second later. I urge her back until her spine hits the doorframe with athud.
Feet straddling the threshold to the house, I coax her dress to the side, hoist her thigh around my waist. She frees the buttons of my shirt in a frenzy until it’s gone entirely.
I slide a hand up her leg, finding a scrap of lace, damp and warm.
“Rowan, please.” She reaches for my pants, but I grab her hand and sweep it over her head, tangling our fingers together.
“All night, baby,” I murmur, blazing a path down her neck with my tongue. I pinch the strap of her dress between my teeth, tugging until it falls down her free arm, her skin exposed to the single porch light perched on the cabin exterior behind her shoulder. “We’ve got all night.”
I claim the swell of her breast with my mouth as I make a pass with my knuckles over the material between her legs.
“My fingers first. Tongue second. Then this,” I emphasize with a press of my erection against her outer thigh. Got it?”
“Bossy,” she snickers.
Her husky laugh sputters into a cry when I fist the fabric of her thong and give it one sharp tug, the taut material dragging over her wet core. The lace stretches, rips at the seams until it lands at her feet in shreds.
Lips parted and chest heaving, I bury two fingers inside her. Her back bows off the doorjamb. I stroke my thumb over the knuckles of the hand above her head. “Look at me, Hannah.”
Bronze-green eyes drift open, pinching at the corners with every steady push of my fingers. I hold her gaze, an unspoken request to make sure she’s okay. She just smirks. Her climax barrels through her a moment later. My name a prayer on her lips, I swallow the sound with a possessive kiss like I might be able to save the reverberations somewhere deep in my chest—recall them as an SOS when I’m a dozen states away and missing her so badly I can’t breathe.
I free my hands, pull her inside the house, and kick the door shut behind me.
“Now you come on my tongue,” I demand, dragging her zipper down as I lead her to the bedroom.
Her fingers work the button of my pants. “At least take these off. I want to feel you.”
I guide the dress off her shoulders until it lands in a puddle on the floor, leaving her in nothing but a strapless bra. Moonlight shines softly through the windows, barely illuminating the room. I move by feel alone over all the inches I’ve yet to touch. The rest of her I know by heart already.
My hand finds the clasp along her spine. I wait until her gaze finds mine. This is the last piece of her body she hasn’t shown me yet.
“I already said you could have all of me, soldier.” Her nose brushes mine, lips scant millimeters apart. “Take it already.”
I smile against her mouth, pinch the clasp open, and toss the bra aside. One breast cupped in each palm, I prop them up, relishing the feel of them for a moment before I flick one firm nipple with the tip of my tongue.
Her fingers rake through my hair as I alternate soft and rough kisses around her breasts. She takes every sensation I give her, begging for more through her breathy cries.
I drop to my knees, flatten a palm over her stomach pushing her back onto the bed. A leg thrown over each shoulder, I yank her forward so her ass hangs off the edge.
“Squeeze those thighs, sunshine.”
Her smooth skin bears down over my ears, hands fisting my hair when I dive in for a taste. Not just a taste—a feast. I collect every drop of her arousal into my mouth, groaning against the feel of her riding my face.
“Ahh, Rowan! You’re so good at tha—” Her words fracture when I skate my teeth over her apex at the same time I reach out and pinch one nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
She arches off the bed, closing in on her release.