“Thanks,” she eventually says, moving to take the box back as though remembering where we are.
“I’ve got it,” I say.“Just tell me where to put it.”
Hannah pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, nodding once as she turns and walks into the cottage.I follow her in, my gaze taking in all of the changes and improvements.I remember when this place used to be nothing but a shed, and I can’t help but be impressed by what Tessa has done with the place.
“Just in here is fine,” Hannah says, indicating the kitchen island.It’s all sleek wooden counters, stainless steel appliances and white cabinets, with a huge window that overlooks the vineyards.
“Shit, this place is amazing,” I say, putting the box down as I take in the small but well-appointed kitchen.
“I know,” Hannah replies, moving to a cabinet and grabbing two glasses and filling them with water from the fridge.“I don’t know how I got so lucky, but Lauren is happy for me to live here, and the rent is like…well, it’s…”
“Too good to be true?”I say, smiling when she nods.“I know, I feel the same way about my place.But Ellen, Lauren and Jack aren’t just amazing employers, they’re great people too.”
“They are,” she says, handing me the glass.“Here, you look like you need this.”
Chuckling, I glance down at myself, my t-shirt soaked with sweat and sticking to my skin.“What I need is a shower.”
When I look up, I find Hannah’s eyes glued to my torso, that lip of hers between her teeth again.The look on her face is intoxicating and I find myself stepping closer.When she lifts her gaze to mine, I can see all of the lust and want there, the same things I know are written all over my face too.
“So do I,” she murmurs, and I can’t help it, my eyes trailing slowly over her body.
She’s clearly been working all morning, probably hauling more boxes of stuff inside.She looks hot, her cheeks are flushed and the hair that’s piled on her head is messy with loose strands hanging around her face.
God this woman is fucking gorgeous.
“Hannah,” I murmur.
She swallows hard, her green eyes pulling me in.“Yeah?”
I step toward her again, closing the distance between us as my hand curls around the back of her neck and I haul her against me.My mouth lands on hers, kissing her with a raw desperation as her hands claw at my sweat-soaked t-shirt, pulling me even closer.
I put my glass on the counter as my other hand finds her hip, my fingers slipping under her t-shirt and grazing her skin, teasing along the waist of her shorts before sliding under the waistband.She moans into my mouth, her body swaying into mine and holy shit, I could literally fuck her right here in the kitchen, I’m that turned on.
The fact that I can, because no one else is around to bust us has me backing her up against the kitchen island, my mouth never leaving hers.Our hips are pressed together, and I know she can feel everything this is doing to me.
“I like that you’ve moved here,” I murmur, my lips against hers.
“Yeah?”she says, smiling against my mouth.“Think I’ll be a good neighbor?”
I chuckle, my fingers slipping from her shorts and moving up now, under her t-shirt, my fingers curling around her ribs.“I think you’ll be a great neighbor,” I whisper.
Hannah chuckles softly as she pushes my t-shirt up, pulling back a little as she peels it up and over my head, the sweat-soaked material hitting the floor with a soft thud.“Well, I’m always here if you need to borrow a cup of sugar,” she says, smiling as her hands move over my chest, her fingers brushing across my pecs, tracing the lines of my tattoos and lighting my whole body on fire.
My hand moves to her breast now, pulling down the lace of her bra, my fingers finding and teasing her nipple, which hardens at my touch.“Oh, I can think of something much sweeter than sugar that I want from you,” I murmur, as I lift her t-shirt off.
Our gazes meet again, hers filled with so much want it almost brings me to my knees.“Oh yeah?”she whispers.“And what would that be?”
I grin, my fingers pinching her nipple before I lower my mouth and suck it into my mouth.Hannah groans, long and low as she arches into me, my arm banding around her waist as I hold her close.
“This would be a starting point,” I murmur, my mouth still on her breast as I kiss a path back up to her mouth.“But there’s somewhere else I want to taste on you, too.”
“Leo, fuck,” Hannah moans, her arms wrapping around my neck.
Chuckling, I nip at her neck, before moving my mouth back to her breast.“Yeah, I wanna do that too,” I confirm, my fingers now at the waistband of her shorts, itching to push them down and move my mouth lower.“But first I want to taste how sweet your—”
“HANNAH!”
The sound of her name echoing through the house from the still-open front door has both of us freezing.My mouth is still on her breast and neither of us is wearing a shirt and I estimate we have about ten seconds to get dressed before our cover is well and truly blown.
