A loud laugh falls from my mouth as I lift her hand to my mouth and gently bite her knuckles.“Oh, I promise there’s plenty of bad boy in here too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I repeat.“And just to be crystal clear, this bad boy still wants to fuck you.Badly.”
She bites her bottom lip again and a low groan rumbles in my chest.“Good to know.”
The rest of the night passes with the two of us actually taking the time to get to know each other.She has me laughing my ass off with tales of her and Dylan as teenagers and all the shit they used to get up to and I fill her in on all the places she has to visit in France when she goes to visit her friend.
It’s easy and fun and even though I can’t explain my attraction to this woman, I know I want more of it.I like having her in my house, sharing a meal with me as we chat about anything and everything.I’ve never managed to make a relationship work, the long hours I spend in the kitchen often killing things before they have a chance to get too serious.
But with Hannah, it all just feels so easy.And yeah, maybe part of it is because she’s also a chef and she gets the long hours and the unpredictable schedule, but I know it’s not just that.The chemistry between us is just unreal, like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and it definitely only adds to the whole gorgeous package that is Hannah Murphy.
“I guess I should probably get going,” she eventually says, putting her now empty wine glass on the coffee table in front of the couch we moved to after dinner.
I rest my arm along the back of the couch, my fingers sliding under her hair so they’re resting lightly on the back of her neck.“This was nice,” I whisper, running the tips of my fingers gently over the bumps of her spine.“We should do it again.”
Hannah smiles, shifting a little so she’s facing me.She’s kicked off her shoes and has one leg tucked beneath the other.“We should.Next time, I’ll cook for you.”
Chuckling, I tighten my grip on her neck as I pull her toward me.“Sounds good,” I murmur, my mouth finding hers in a soft, slow kiss.
Hannah moans, moving closer to me, her leg now slung over mine as she deepens the kiss.I feel her hand slide up my thigh and I’m already half hard as I pull her into my lap so she’s straddling me.My hands grip her hips, pulling her closer as I continue to kiss her.
I feel her tongue trace my bottom lip before slipping into my mouth, tangling with mine.A growl rumbles in my chest and I slip my hands under her shirt so they are resting against the warm skin of her back.
“Fuck,” I moan.
She smiles against my mouth.“Changed your mind already?”
I gently bite her bottom lip.“So fucking tempting.”
Hannah giggles and fuck me if it isn’t adorable.“Just for the record, this was your idea, you know,” she reminds me, her hands resting on my chest.
I pull back so my head is resting on the couch as I stare up at her, wondering where the hell this woman has come from.“I know, and my blue balls will be thanking me for it later, trust me.”
She laughs, her hands sliding up my chest.“You could always do what I do.”
“Oh yeah?”I ask, tilting my head to the side.“And what’s that.”
She leans in so her lips are only an inch away from mine.“Get myself off while thinking about you.”
“Fuck, Hannah,” I bite out, sitting up as I press a hard kiss to her mouth.“You do that?”
“God, yes,” she breathes out.“A lot.”
I actually growl at the mental image that conjures up and I swear I am so fucking turned on right now, I’m about two seconds away from saying fuck it to my stupid plan to slow this down and just fuck her right here on my couch.
As if reading my mind, she kisses me again, deep and hard and hungry, her hands roaming over my body, exploring.I pull her close, so her hips are flush against mine and she can feel exactly what this is doing to me.
“Leo,” she murmurs, her hands grabbing at the hem of my t-shirt as she tries to pull it off.
I’m about to let her, when the moment is suddenly broken by my phone ringing, the loud noise cutting through the soft music that’s playing, and startling us both.“What the fuck?”I mutter, turning to glance at it on the side table.It’s after ten and I have no idea who the hell would be calling me at this hour.
Before I have a chance to answer it though, the ringing stops and is quickly followed by the sound of an incoming text.
“Do you need to get that?”Hannah asks, still in my lap.
“I don’t know,” I say, my mind still reeling with what she just told me, how she gets herself off while thinking about me.“Maybe, yeah.”
