Hannah smiles, reaching over to grab my phone as it chimes again, letting me know about the text or voicemail or whatever it is.When she hands it to me, I wake it up to see a missed call and a text message.
“Oh my god,” I breathe out, laughing a little as I turn the phone to Hannah.
I watch as her eyes scan the screen, her brow narrowing as she reads the text message from her brother.
Dylan: Hey dude, sorry for calling so late, but I forgot to mention that Hannah has moved into that cottage they renovated near your place.Can you maybe check in on her, not now, in the morning?Make sure she’s ok?Don’t tell her I asked though.Thanks, I owe you one.
“Is he fucking serious?”she snaps, reaching for my phone.
I burst out laughing, holding it above my head and out of reach.“He’s just being a protective brother, that’s all.”
“He’s being a shit head,” she says, trying for my phone again.The way she leans forward has her tits brushing against my face and my eyes close as I picture burying my face in them.“I’m twenty-nine years old, I don’t need a babysitter.”
I drop my phone on the couch, before grabbing her wrists in my hands, pulling them behind her back so she can’t move or get my phone.The move only accentuates her chest and I drop my gaze to briefly admire it, before looking back up at her.“So does that mean you don’t want me dropping by?”I tease.
Hannah huffs, shuffling in my lap as she rubs against my hard-on.“What do you think?”she says, smirking.
Chuckling, I pull her in for a kiss.“That’s what I thought,” I whisper, my mouth against hers.“Come on, I’ll walk you home.I think your brother has well and truly ruined this moment.”
I shift her off my lap, before standing.I don’t bother to hide what the latest make out session has done to me, as I adjust my jeans, trying to ease the pressure on my now completely hard dick.Hannah watches the movement, licking her lips as she says, “You don’t need to walk me home.”
I grab her hand, tugging her against me.“Yeah, I do,” I whisper.“Come on, before I change my mind and take you to my bed after all.”I give her ass a quick smack before letting her go to grab my shoes.When I turn back, Hannah has slipped hers on and is standing beside the couch, a small smile on her face.“What?”I ask.
Shaking her head, she walks toward me.“You are one seriously sexy man, Leo Marsh,” she whispers, before making her way to the front door.
Fuck me, this woman is going to be the death of me, I know it.
Chapter Thirteen
Hannah
I can’t believe Dylan.He has no idea that I’ve been making out with Leo for the last few weeks, but still.He has no reason to ask Leo to check up on me like I’m a toddler.But more than that, now Leo thinks I need to go home.Home is the last place I want to be right now even if it is a new home.Everything had been set up perfectly for Leo and me to finally hook up and my brother swoops in and blows my chances.I don’t want to sound desperate, but I kind of am.I’m one hundred percent certain that all the dreams I’ve had about Leo can’t hold a candle to the real thing and I was about to find out.
Fuck my life.
“Sorry about that,” I say as Leo and I are walking in the dark toward what I hope is my house.I have no idea if we’re heading in the right direction because it’s so dark that I can’t see my hand in front of my face.
“Sorry about what?”Leo responds, and I think it’s really sweet that he’s trying to pretend that Dylan messaging him isn’t super fucking annoying.
“Dylan ruining our night,” I spit out, growing madder by the second that I’m not in Leo’s bed right now.
“He didn’t ruin our night.At least I hope you don’t feel that way, because I know I don’t.”
And fuck my life again.
“No, he didn’t ruin it.I’m sorry I said that.I’m just annoyed that Dylan feels the need to check up on me.I lived in San Francisco, basically in the heart of the city for years by myself and Dylan had zero concerns about my safety.But now that I live in the middle of nowhere without a chance of something happening and he texts you asking to make sure I’m okay.”
I’m rambling and by the time we reach my house, I’m certain Leo thinks I’m crazy.If anyone is ruining the night, it’s me.
“He’s your brother and I’m guessing becoming a dad and hooking up with Tessa has changed the way he looks at women now.”
“Yeah, this is probably true,” I concede, cutting Dylan a little slack and then I feel the need to admit that while I’ve tried to play this whole thing cool, I’m losing my mind over Leo.“I was hoping we were going to hook up tonight,” I blurt out, biting down on my bottom lip as I look over at him.Our faces are now illuminated by the porch light of my new little house.
He reaches over, his thumb plucking my lip from my teeth, as he slides his hand around to the back of my neck.
“Oh, Hannah, Hannah, Hannah, trust me when I say, I’ve thought about nothing else but hooking up with you.”I swallow hard at his words, my heart racing in my chest, waiting for this to be the moment we both finally give in.We’ve come so close over the past few days, getting interrupted by the stupidest shit, but now, here in the quiet darkness of this vineyard, there’s no one to interrupt us.
Screw slowing down.
