A Place to Call Home (21 page)

The orgasm, one peak after another, shattered every nerve in Hannah’s body. Her vulnerability seemed to be on display when she whimpered. How could she handle the intensity of this kind of pleasure? The way her body trembled uncontrollably proved she had gone too long without sex. This couldn’t be a normal reaction. The pounding of her heart scared her by the way it slammed against her breastbone, her lungs fighting for breaths.

And yet, she floated on air. Her surroundings a blur. Her head barely finished spinning, and her traitorous body wanted to start all over again. Insanity had surely claimed her. Another lovemaking session like this one and she’d lose her mind all together.

The musky, heated scents of sex clung to the air. The only sounds she could identify came from her and Mac’s heavy breathing and soft pants. How long they had stayed there, she didn’t know or care. Being smothered by his naked body had been decadent in itself.

Hannah rested dreamily with Mac collapsed on top of her, his breathing still fast and furious. Lazily, she danced her fingers up and down his back, outlining the muscles there and staring at the kitchen ceiling. She’d never enter this kitchen again without remembering what it had been like to be filled to the hilt with Mac’s delicious cock.

Barely able to breathe under the weight of Mac, and the magnificent orgasm sapping all her energy, Hannah basked in the aftermath of the best sex she’d ever had. Inside her pussy, Mac’s erection grew limp, and he rose. Towering over her, his body highlighted awesome eye candy but she’d rather run her hands over it than stare at it.

After disposing of the condom, he returned looking like a kicked puppy.

“Austin?” She pushed up on her elbows and fixed her sights on him.

“I’m so sorry, Hannah.”

Unable to take her gaze off of him, she frowned. “You’re sorry?”

“Yeah.”

She sat up. With her naked ass on her kitchen table and no way to cover it, she could only stare at him. “Well, I guess saying sorry is better than wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am,” she said through gritted teeth, her temper rising.

“What? No! Oh God, Hannah, no.” With one movement, he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her so fiercely she gave in to the caress. “I’m not sorry about making love to you but about where we did it. On the damn kitchen table. I should’ve at least got us to your bed so it’d be comfortable for you.”

“Do you hear me complaining?” His dark chest hair tickled her cheek

“No.” He pulled away but kept his hands on her arms. “And no complaints here.”

“That was pretty amazing.”

“And long overdue,” he said, kissing her lips and cheek.

He scooped her clothes up and handed them to her before pulling on his shirt and pants. “Get some things together. You’re coming back to my house for an adult sleepover.”

With her clothes back on, she brushed her hair back, the unruly mass unwilling to cooperate. “Oh, really? Why?”

“Because we just made love and I want to hold you in my arms tonight.”

Did she just hear him right? He didn’t just want sex with her but wanted to hold her? Wow. Maybe she needed to pinch herself to make sure she hadn’t dreamt this up. “Who knew you were the romantic type?”

His grin flashed across his face. “No one. So keep it that way.”

She laughed. That was one secret she didn’t mind keeping. She cupped his face, taking immense pleasure in the warmth of his smile. “A sleepover sounds like just what I need. But how are you going to explain to your kids why I’m in your bed with you when they wake up in the morning?”

He ran a hand through his disheveled hair. “Considering my kids set us up on a date tonight I think they’ve already figured that out.” He kissed her, lingering before pulling away.

Her pussy quivered. Could she already be getting hot for him again? “I need to take a quick shower.”

“Okay.” He lifted her and carried her up the stairs.

“Austin, what are you doing?”

“I need a shower too,” he said, a devilish grin playing across his mouth.

Her body tingled all over. Thoughts of taking a shower with this sexy man highlighted erotic images in her mind of them standing under the hot spray, soaping each other’s body.

“Austin!” She smiled, his frisky behavior thrilling her.

“And you need someone to wash your back.”

“Austin!”

His taking control of the situation proved to her how much he desired to be with her. The closeness she needed from him appeared to be the same he needed from her.

“Just trying to be a gentleman, honey.”

“Like hell. You want to get laid again.”

Mac laughed, entering the upstairs bathroom with her. “If you want to reward me for my efforts then by all means feel free.”

“Wait! We can’t.” Hannah’s hand bumped his chest. “You forgot the condoms.”

Smiling, he took a spare out of his jeans and held it up. “Believe me when I say, I’ll never go without carrying a condom on me from now on.”

An hour later, Hannah had an overnight bag packed and stood pleasantly sated. “Austin, it’s midnight. You’re going to be exhausted,” she said when he walked her to his truck.

“Nah. It’s not too late.” He climbed into the driver’s seat.

After stowing her bag in the back, she leaned over the console to kiss his lips. “For what I have planned for you when we get to bed, you’re going to be exhausted.”

“Now I could be wrong, darling, but that sounded like a challenge.” His smile widened, touching his eyes, lighting up his face.

“Nope. It’s a promise.”

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And since Hannah liked to fulfill her promises, she made no exceptions tonight.

She stood with Mac at the foot of his bed. Leaning up, she laid a gentle kiss on his lips, wanting to taste him again. With her hands running through his short hair, she kept his mouth on hers. She needed to take her time right now, needed to enjoy every moment with him.

“Hannah, I want you,” Mac whispered, his strong fingers holding the sides of her neck sending long shivers down her spine. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“Mmm.” With a decree like that, her belly did delicious somersaults. “I haven’t gotten my fill of you either.”

Her hands inched his shirt over his head revealing a wide muscular chest that she never tired of viewing. With her palms against his abs, she leaned up again and kissed his neck. He groaned, his head tilting to offer her his throat.

She scraped her teeth along his heated flesh, giving tiny nibbles, enjoying the flex of his fingers on her waist. When she undid the button on his jeans, he wasted no time shrugging out of them and his briefs.

“I like you naked, Austin. I think this is your best outfit,” she said, her hands cupping his ass while she stared up into his eyes.

“Someone’s showing off her naughty side a little, huh?” he said while removing her shirt and bra.

“Oh, sweetie. You haven’t seen nothing yet,” she said, dragging her nails over the hard swell of his buttocks.

“Good God, Hannah. Are you trying to make me come before I even get inside of you?”

She couldn’t help but giggle at the desperation in his tone. It amazed her the effect she could have on him even with all his strength, he still crumbled beneath her touch.

“No, Austin. I much prefer you to come inside me.”

“Christ.”

When the blue depths of his eyes darkened, Hannah melted into his embrace. His strong arms circled her, enclosing her against his chest. With his devil of a tongue, he teased her ear lobe, licking, sucking, nibbling, until she squealed and wiggled in his grasp.

“Now we’re even, darling,” he said, his grip loosening, his hands exploring her body. His touch lingered over her breast, massaging the mound until her knees weakened. Rolling her nipple between his fingers created exquisite torture. Steady streams of fire sprawled throughout her body and settled in her womb.

Her body had never responded to a man’s caress the way it did to Mac’s. Just one glance from him and places deep inside her threatened to explode into a firestorm of passion.

“I’ll say when we’re even, Austin,” she said, pushing him back onto the bed. “I do believe I promised to exhaust you.”

The low growl that emanated from his throat caught her off guard with the intensity of it.

“Hannah.” The warning in his voice should have scared her, made her think twice about seducing him and having the upper hand, but it only thrilled her and encouraged her onward.

Once Mac lay flat on his back in the middle of the comforter, Hannah straddled his hips, leaning over to place light kisses along his shoulders to his jaw before claiming his mouth with a deep kiss. She ran her hands ran along his muscular torso, enjoying the hard flesh under her fingertips. Determined to drive him insane with desire, she set out to slowly torment him.

Her long hair cascaded over his chest before he gathered it in a fistful and pulled back far enough to suck on her neck.

“Oh, God, Austin. You’re not playing fair.” Her pussy pulsed, her wetness skimming the outer edges of her lips.

“Neither are you. You’re driving me wild. I need to make love to you, Hannah. Now.” Without waiting for her answer, Mac rolled over and opened his nightstand, careful not to topple her over the side of the bed while he did it. Removing a condom from the drawer, he quickly unwrapped it and sheathed his long erection.

Hannah relished the words he’d just used. Making love. He wanted to make love instead of just fuck. The simple statement swelled her heart with the most tender emotion she had ever experienced.

The need to rush to climax simmered down. Every sweet ache in Hannah’s body begged for Mac’s touch. But she’d be patient if it meant reveling in ecstasy that much longer. For now, she’d learn to slow down and enjoy life, forget about everything except Mac’s warm body under hers.

“I want to watch your face, baby, as I enter you,” he said, his words strangled. When Mac lifted Hannah and positioned her over his cock, she kept his gaze.

He arched upward, pushing into her wet slit. When his cock parted the soft folds of her pussy, Hannah swallowed hard and accepted the thick head of his cock. A rush of air escaped her lungs once he thrust inside her and held himself, allowing her time to adjust to his intrusion. She leaned her head back, the sensation of being completely filled overwhelming her. God, how she loved the feel of his cock stroking her pussy. She feared this could very well become an addiction for her having to have Mac’s intimacy more than she wanted to breathe.

“Hannah,” he whispered. “Oh God, sweet Hannah.”

She gazed down at him. The way his eyes smoldered with desire, the way he stared at her in amazement like he couldn’t believe she lay in his bed, built her self-esteem. Never had she felt sexy like she did at that moment. The wonderment in his eyes, the adoration and lust, thrilled her beyond reason.

“Austin,” she whispered back, taking his hands and placing them on her hips before she rode him, each movement slow and purposeful.

His body shook, quivered, yet she didn’t increase her speed, just allowed him to linger in the same pleasure he had shown her earlier in the night. Permitted him to bask in the glory of their lovemaking for the time he needed before he exploded with her name on his tongue.

His expression turned fierce, like he readied for battle. His fingers gripped her sides harder with each buck of her hips taking his cock deeper inside her heated pussy. The quiet slurping sounds of their connected bodies filled the room along with the gentle squeaking of the mattress.

“Damn, Hannah, I’m about to come,” he said through ragged breaths. “Come with me, Hannah.”

Without giving her time to respond, his hips shot up and ricocheted against hers over and over until he screamed out, “Hannah! Oh, fuck. Hannah!”

The slow build of her orgasm took a drastic change with his forceful movements. While he pumped his cock into her pussy, the tender aches within her channel exploded, the pressure rising through her until her slick walls clamped over his shaft, the throbbing pulses spiraling through her body.