Crazy Girl(39)

Then she kissed me again, tugging my lip between her teeth, making me groan. Lust surged through me, my body moving without thought. Lunging us forward, we slammed onto the coffee table, remotes flying everywhere, our wine glasses turned over and spilling on my hardwood floors, as I pressed my body on hers and kissed her. Fuck it. Her legs were wrapped around my waist, her hands frantic as they roamed my back and arms. When her hand weaved between us and found me hard, throbbing, and she began to rub me through the fabric, I groaned again. Fuck, that felt good. But I knew…we couldn’t do this. I knew she’d regret it tomorrow. She changed her mind faster than I blinked. A bit out of breath, I pulled back and stood, my chest heaving as I inhaled and exhaled. She stared up at me, her hair fanned out around her head, her shirt twisted and revealing her stomach, her cheeks pink.

“I think we should…take a minute here,” I managed. This wasn’t easy for me. I was a man after all, which made pulling myself off a woman I really wanted, and who was telling me she wanted me, damn near impossible.

Sitting up, she combed her fingers through her hair, somewhat straightening it, before tugging her shirt down. When she stood, she moved around me and walked to the bottom of my steps.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

Taking the first step, she twisted her neck and looked at me. “I’m going to your bedroom.” Then she ascended the stairs.

Rubbing a wide palm down my face, I sighed. Damn this woman was frustrating. Here I was, trying to be a decent guy, and she was pushing me. It seemed like a no-win situation. If I took her, she might regret it and somehow resent me for it. If I didn’t, she’d probably feel rejected.

“Why are you making an entire pot of coffee?” Kegs asked, pulling me from my thoughts, as he plopped down on the break room sofa.

“Hannah’s going to be here in a few. When I left this morning, she asked for coffee.” I’d had to be in early for a briefing, so I told her to sleep in and meet me around nine.

“So how’d it go last night?”

I tilted my head from side to side, unsure of how to answer. The night had gone well, though there were moments where Hannah’s mood seemed to shift. Then there was the ending. I’d been worried about how she’d feel about everything that happened. Would she be upset? Would she regret it? She’d seemed fine when I’d kissed her goodbye this morning. She was still naked, wrapped in my sheets, her hair tussled, her eye makeup smudged into a smoky look around her eyes. Damn, the woman was sexy. I had to admit she had the whole morning-after look going for her; hot as hell. It took everything in me not to crawl back into bed with her and make her cry out in pleasure as she had the night before.

“It went well,” I answered him.

When he didn’t comment, I twisted my neck and looked over my shoulder at him. He was watching me, one brow quirked and a smirk on his face, waiting for more details. He wanted to know if Hannah and I had hooked up.

That was a loaded question.

When I’d walked into my bedroom, she stood near the bed, waiting. I wondered if she was second-guessing herself now that she was actually in my room. Taking a seat on the mattress, I patted the space beside me. There was no pressure here. I wanted her to know she could back out if she wanted to. It’s not that I didn’t want her, because I did, but I didn’t want her to regret it. Her gaze moved from my hand to meet my stare and she shook her head no as she pulled her shirt off and tossed it aside before moving between my legs. Jesus…My bathroom door was cracked open, the light on, softly illuminating the room. Where the light met the shadows across her body, it accentuated the sharpness of her collarbone, the swells of her breasts peeking above her pink lace bra, the curve of her lips that were slightly pouted, as if she were aching to press them to mine. When she grabbed the hem of my T-shirt, taking her wrists, I held them for a moment, fixing my eyes to hers.

“Hannah,” I rasped, my will weakening as I fought what was right and what I badly wanted. “This is your last chance to back out. Tomorrow, when you wake up, you can’t play the I-made-a-mistake card. You’re in this? Yes, or no?”

“I know. And, yes,” she murmured.

Are you sure? I asked her, though I didn’t speak the words, my eyes not moving. I wanted her to be completely sure. She flicked her gaze down at where my hands gripped her, then cut them back to me, her way of saying, yes, now let go. Releasing her, she pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor. Placing my hands at my sides, I clutched my comforter even though I was desperate to touch her smooth, firm body. If she was going for it, I wanted to last. Placing both of her petite hands on my shoulders, she slid them down my arms and back up again. Her stare was fixed on one hand as she slowly ran it across my chest. When she lifted her head, her eyes were hooded as she leaned in and kissed me, her tongue darting out, catching my lower lip. I clutched her to me, tightly, as I lifted her and stood. There’s only so much a man can take. As she undid my jeans, I unhooked her bra. She let it slide off her arms before she continued with her mission to undress me, leaving me with the struggle of watching her hands and her breasts. When we were both naked, she stood a few inches away from me caressing my body with nothing but her eyes before looking up to meet my heated stare, seemingly studying my face. What was going on in that mind of hers? Why was she looking at me like that?

“What do you want, Hannah?” I asked, my voice growing husky. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”