Charming Hannah (Big Sky #1)(22)

Hard everywhere.

“You can come back here now.”

He smiles and covers my body with his, but rather than kiss me all over, he braces himself on his elbows on either side of my head and holds my gaze in his.

“Hannah.”

“Yeah.”

“You’re sexier than I ever imagined, and I can’t wait to sink inside you.”

I can only smile at him.

“But if you think you’re running this show, you’re sorely mistaken, sweetheart.”

His lips are on mine again and his hands are buried in my hair, and I’m already lost to him. To his hands and body and mouth, and he’s only just started.

He kisses my jawline to my ear, then down my neck to my collarbone. My legs are restless, scissoring in anticipation, as he pulls one nipple into his mouth and tugs gently, then harder. He’s worrying the other with his fingers, and it’s like there’s a line directly to my pussy, making it pulse with every tug of his lips.

My fingers are in his hair, fisted, holding on for dear life. Jesus, I’m ready to come and he hasn’t even touched me farther south than my tits.

How am I going to survive this?

But then he drags his nose down my tummy, over my navel, and spreads my legs wide, and all rational thought flies right out the window.

Holy hell on wheels.

My wish from earlier is being granted as his mouth travels over me. My thighs, biting and licking his way up to the crease where my leg meets my core. He brushes his nose over my clit, then goes to work on the other thigh, making me writhe and curse, fisting the sheets.

“Do you have something to say?” he asks and looks up at me with blazing green eyes.

“You’re killing me,” I grind out through gritted teeth.

“You don’t like this?” He bites my tender inner thigh gently and makes me moan in pleasure. “Are you sure, because it sounds like you like it.”

“Dear God, I like it.”

“What about this?” His fingers stroke my outer labia, just enough to spread the wetness around, and make me about come out of my skin. “Do you like this?”

“Oh yeah.”

He chuckles and reaches up to cup my breast, flicking his thumb over the nipple. “Your breasts are perfect.”

“Small.”

“Perfect,” he says again, and with his hand still covering said breast, he holds my gaze as he lowers his mouth to my core, sucking my clit between his lips, and my whole world shatters around me, sending me into another dimension. My head falls back, and all I can do is arch my back and moan as he makes me feel things that I didn’t even know were possible.

Like shivers and contractions and my legs shaking uncontrollably.

He’s a wizard. This is fucking wizardry.

He moves his mouth off my clit and down to my lips, licking and nibbling, and the next thing I know, he pushes two fingers inside me as he moves back up my body, covering me fully.

“Look at me.”

I open my eyes to find his face hovering over mine.

“I’m going to see this happen this time.” His fingers are moving, twisting, inside me, brushing against a spot that’s making every hair on my body tingle.

I bite my lip and close my eyes, but his voice is firm. “Open.”

I comply, and he presses the flat of his hand against my clit, and I fall apart, crying out as he watches me in maybe the most intimate moment of my life.

Before I float all the way back down to earth, Brad moves between my legs, pushing my knees up, and presses his cock against my sopping wet core.

“You’re sure?”

“Please, God, don’t stop now.”

That’s all he needs to hear. He sinks inside me, balls deep, and rests there, breathing hard and watching me closely.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls. He falls to his elbows and buries his face in my neck, kissing me there as his hips rear back and then push against me again, picking up a pace that’s steady and sure, but not hard or too fast.

I feel so full. On fire. And when he lifts his head and smiles down at me, I feel adored. As weird as it sounds, that’s exactly the way I feel right now.

Like he just can’t get enough of me.

He holds my gaze as he moves a bit faster, pushing just a little harder, and finally succumbs to his own release.

“Holy shit,” he whispers, trying to catch his breath.

“Yeah,” I agree and drag my fingers down his face. “Holy shit.”

***

“Can’t you call in sick today?” Brad asks me about two hours later after we’ve cleaned ourselves up, then got messy again before eating some eggs and bacon.

Sexy mornings should happen more often. They’re highly underrated.

“I don’t think so,” I reply and bite my lip in disappointment. “But we have two more hours before I have to be there. Don’t you have to go into work?”

“I should,” he says with a sigh. “After yesterday, I’ll have some paperwork to see to, and I need to get reports from everyone regarding the electricity in the water.”

“Are people able to swim and boat yet?”

“Yeah, I lifted that ban late last night when I got a call saying all power that runs under the lake has been shut off for now while they figure out what the fuck went wrong.” He sighs and rubs his hand over his face, and I’m sorry that I asked. He was finally relaxed.