“What do you mean?”
“Seriously? You go from kissing to ‘Let’s take all our clothes off.’ I need a secondto catch up.”
“I’m sorry. We will absolutely go at your pace. You’re the one—what’s the saying? You’re the one driving the boat?”
“The bus, but I get you. And I know. How about I put on some music to set the mood?” Hannah stepped out of my arms and walked over to the dresser facing her bed. She picked up her purse and pulled out her phone. As she thumbed through the apps, I mentally beratedmyself. I shouldn’t push so hard. I’d only just gotten back with Hannah, and if I pushed her too hard, she might just run again. A moment later the sound of finger snaps filled the bedroom. Then the thrumming beat of “Lady Marmalade” pulsed from her sound system.
Hannah turned to me with a mischievous expression.“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?”
I had to laugh at her choice of songs.
She twitched her hips to the beat as she smiled at me. “It’s the only French song I have and it seemed kinda apt.”
“It is that.”
Smiling at me from the other side of the room, Hannah shimmied to the naughty song. I watched spellbound as her tits jiggled. A few moments later, she kicked off her flats in dramatic fashion; they crashed against the far wall. Hannah ran her hands over her breasts,then slowly down her body, over her stomach to her waist. In seconds, her pants slithered down her legs and pooled at her feet. She stepped out of the fabric and turned away from me. Hooking her thumbs into the scrap of fabric still covering her at her hips, she bent over at the waist as she pulled her panties down. I had a quick glimpse of her heart-shaped ass and gorgeous pussy before she stoodup and turned to toss me a wink.
I groaned.
She did a little shimmy movement as she rucked her top up over her head, and I had to close my eyes against the onslaught of Hannah’s gorgeous body. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Again. Christ. I groaned and reached for her with greedy hands, but she laughed lightly and stepped out of my reach. She reclined back on the bed, looking like a siren from myteenage wet dreams.
“Wow,” I murmured as I stared down at her slight curves. Hannah was completely naked in front of me and totally unselfconscious. She smiled up at me, and one of my hands lifted of its own volition and cupped one of her breasts. My thumb rubbed over the peak ,and Hannah’s eyelids grew heavy. She arched into my hand as she clutched at the bedspread.
“Oh, Luc.”
I growled justbefore I bent down and took her tight little nipple with my mouth. Hannah moaned and arched up toward me. Suckling at her breast, my fingers danced over her body until I found her other hard nipple. I plucked and teased one breast while I laved attention on the other. I was seconds from climbing onto the bed when Hannah spoke.
“Now you’re the one wearing way too many clothes. Feel like doinganything about it?”
I ripped my shirt as I pulled it over my head in answer. I didn’t want Hannah to ever question her appeal again. I wanted her now. And again thirty minutes from now. Unlike her sexy dance earlier, mine was a display of need. I had to be naked as soon as humanly possible so I could join her on the bed. But I tried to take my pants off before my shoes, my clothing all got tangledaround my feet, and I tripped.
Hannah laughed huskily from her position on the bed, watching my foolishness. “I think that annoying little voice that made me run away this morning was wrong. Clearly you want me. Maybe more than I want you.”
I gave her a disbelieving look as I untangled myself. How could she have ever doubted that I wanted her? Finally free, I stalked toward her and crawled ontothe bed. Bracketing my arms on either side of her, I stared down at her smiling eyes. “I’ll always want you.”
Hannah shook her head. “It’s too soon to talk like that. You don’t even know me, really.”
“I know everything I need to. I’ve never felt this way about a person before. You are everything to me. I’ll move mountains if it means you get to stay by my side. Literally. I can get the Ministerof Interior working on it if you’d like.” Then I vaulted onto the bed and took her lips in a soft, gentle kiss as I tried to tell her with my actions how much she meant to me. My lips cruised down her jaw and neck, pausing at the bandage there to place a soft kiss, then continuing down to her pouting breasts. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of playing with those gorgeous nipples. They puckeredand seemed to be begging for attention, so I gladly gave it.
Hannah groaned low in her throat and arched toward my mouth.
I pulled back and blew on her wet skin. “You know, I don’t think we got nearly far enough in our language lessons for you to be proficient in the language of love. Do you remember what we call these gorgeous babies?”
“Uh, no. I don’t care. Luc, just keep—Ah!”
“Tsk, tsk.That’s no way to pass this class. What kind of French teacher would I be if I let you get away with that? Now repeat after me.Joue avec mes seins.”
I waited until Hannah groaned out the phrase.
“Very good. We’ll have to work on your accent, though. You just told me to play with your tits.” I smiled as I nuzzled at her breasts. Capturing one nipple in my mouth, I teased it with my teeth andtongue while I tortured the other with my fingers, pinching and working it until she shuddered in pleasure.
Hannah moaned. “Is there a phrase to tell you to shut the hell up and get to the good stuff?”
“Uh, no. This is the good stuff. The very, very good stuff. The stuff I dream about when I’m not with you. Christ, your breasts are so spectacular. I could spend all day just tweaking your nipples.”
“I swear to God, if you don’t get at least one hand near my pussy, I’ll take care of it myself.”
As interesting as that statement was—and I made a mental note to circle back to it—I gave in. But not before I stretched our lesson further. “Repeat after me.Prends soin de ma chatte.”
